TOUCHING THE EAGLES

Go to Pheonix and Boulder, Colorado
After completing "Nine Days In May" I planned to travel back to the Monroe Institute in Virginia to attend a professional seminar in August. However, the guides had different plans for me.

When I questioned why I should not go to Virginia I was told, "You will have more of an awakening in Arizona."

Since I had never been to Arizona, I thought, "Why not go for it." So I planned this trip to begin on August ninth. The day before leaving I was told by the guides that if I left on the tenth the energy would be better for contacts. As it turned out the tenth would be exactly three months since I began my journey of nine days in May.

Meet Me in the Christian Valley
On the tenth of August at 10:00 A.M. I began this journey by car from Salmon Arm to Kelowna where I took Highway 33 to connect with Highway 3 at Rock Creek.

Several minutes before arriving at Rock Creek I glanced at the clock in my car and noticed the time to be 1:30 P.M. Suddenly the guides spoke to me for the first time since I left home.

"You will encounter a hitchhiker up the road at 1:33. You are to pick him up."

I rounded several curves and at precisely 1:33 I stopped to pick up the hitchhiker.

Malcolm came from England with his young daughter fourteen years ago after his wife died. He has lived in the Christian Valley since that time with no electricity or running water. Malcoln told me that he is very much at home in nature and does not need the things that others call necessities in life. He is active outdoors and often hikes up into the mountains to take pictures.

Malcolm described the Christian Valley as a ninety mile long virgin valley with only six families living within a twenty mile radius at the southern end where he has his farm. He invited me to come visit him at a later date.

I drove Malcolm three miles to the hotel at Rock Creek and we shook hands and I promosed him I would drop by his place sometime in the future.

{Author's Note: The Christian Valley is a ninety mile pocket area where eagles have been gathering since I met Malcolm twenty-one years ago. I have not yet went back to visit Malcolm yet I know I will see him again. I have dear friends Bryan and Joyce who are living in the Christian Valley and who are self-sufficient.
Yashah - September 3, 2007}

As I left Malcolm and drove away the guides informed me that there were several purposes for this journey and that they would be revealed to me as the journey unfolded. One purpose, I was told, was to check out locations, particularly valley areas in mountain areas. My friend Menno in "The Gathering of the Eagles"referred to these areas as "pockets".

No Work in the Okanagan Valley
At Greenwood I picked up a young hitchhiker who was visiting friends in Vrenon and on his way home to Fernie. He had been seeking employment throughout the Okanagan Valley with no success. He had one leg in a cast as the result of a motor vehicle accident several days before. I drove him thirty miles to Christina Lake where I made my border crossing into the United States into the state of Washington.

Do Everything in Three's
I did not get the name of the last hitchhiker and I wondered why I had picked him up since I did not get verbal instructions from the guides to do so.

"Your inner intuition was alerted to pick him up." I was told. "You will see him again in the future."

The guides went on to tell me that I would be establishing contact with people from an inner level of awareness and that I was to establish eye contact and, if possible, touch the person physically, if only a pat on the arm or shoulder.

As I drove further into Washington state I continued to receive instructions.

"Everything will be done in three's. That will be the confirmation that you are being guided. Things will continue to happen at thirty-three minutes past the hour that will even astonish you. Your energy will be highest at that particular time every hour. We will give you responsibility. We will give you the ability to respond. Do not worry."

Contact at Barney's Junction
Setting the cruise control om my car at 55 MPH I travelled on for some time. At 3:15PM I was informed that I would be making another contact at 3:33.

At 3:27 I arrived at a restaurant at Barney's Junction and immediately went in and sat at the counter. The clock in the restaurant was set at 3:28. Several waitresses were there not looking busy and they passed me by. I was about to get the attention of one of them when I was alerted by the guides to let a waitress approach me. So I sat back to let it happen. I watched the clock and as it turned to 3:33 a waitress spoke to me.

"Hi. I'm sorry, I thought you were served." She said with a smile. She was obviously very pleased to serve me. We had a pleasant conversation while I ate a delicious homemade sandwich and a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

I left wondering how the guides could arrange such excat timing.

Travelling in Interstate 90 I entered Idaho at 5:33 P.M. apparent confirmation that I was right on schedule.

"Pass Him By", I was told.

Continuing on without stopping, I wondered why I was told not to stop. Was there some danger to me personally? Then it occurred to me that I often sense vibrations of people as I approached them and would pick up people on the highway when sensing only good vibrations. I recalled a positive affirmation which I repeat often.

"I will be warned of impending dangers in time to avoid them and notified of opportunities in time to embrace them."

I had been warned of several possible serious accidents in the past in time to avoid them. Perhaps this time there was also a warning.

I entered the state of Montana at 7 P.M.

Travel Until Just Before Midnight
In the early morning before I left home I had a short meditation session with my good friend George who channelled the Indian guide Brave Elk. During the meditation I asked Brace Elk for guidance on how far I should travel today.

He replied, "Travel until just before midnight. You will be at the right place to stop for the night."

It was fitting that I stopped at the Indian Creek Campground at Deer Lodge, Montana. I slept comfortably in my car knowing that I was surrounded by Indian vibrations.

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