TOUCHING THE EAGLES

Stopover at Indian Creek
In the morning I met Lyman and Mary Lou, the owner/managers of the campground. They recently opened the twenty-two acre facility which included excellent laundry and washroom facilities.

Lyman, age thirty-four, and his wife Mary Lou, have three children, two boys and one girl. They talked of having continuously achieved their goals and enjoyed thr work they were doing.

Laura and Trina - Off to Boozeman University
As I was pulling out of the campground onto the main highway I glanced at the clock and to my surprise it was 9:33 A.M.

"You are right on schedule," I was told by the guides.

I headed south-east across Montana on Interstate 90. After some time I was told by the guides that my next contact would be made at 10:33. At 10:30 I was alone on the highway with no sight of vehicles or places to pull over and stop. Suddenly a small red car passed me and as it did I noticed a ctystal hanging in the window attached to th rear view mirrow. The crystal gave off a beautiful prism of rainbow colors which reflected right at me. Two young girls were in the car.

"You are to talk to them." I was told.

"That's fine," I thought. "But how far will they travel before I talk to them?"

The guides replied, "You will be speaking to them at 10:33."

I wondered how the guides were going to arrange this one. Then suddenly the small car signalled to pull off the highway onto an exit. I followed behind. They pulled into a gas filling station and went inside the store. They came out of the store and were about to get into their small car. Time 10:33. I approached the two girls and told them that I noticed the lovely colors given off by the crystal as I was driving behind them on the highway.

"Why the crystal?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just have it." one of the girls replied.

Laura and Trina, both eighteen, were from Missoula, Montana and would be attending Montana State University at Boozeman. Trina will be taking bio-medical services, which will include part dental and part medical. Laura enjoys basketball and volleyball, while Trina favors water-skiing and being at the lake.

After chatting with the two girls for about ten minutes we got back into our cars to continue our trips. Immediately I jotted down some notes in my journal as the small red car pulled away. As they drove off the prism of rainbow colored light given off from the crystal shone on my notepad.

"Confirmation." I heard the guides say.

The Crystal Mentality
The guides informed me that some people I would be contacting would have crystals in their car or would be wearing a crystal. Some people would not know why they had the crystal; in some caes, the crystal had been given to them as a gift. I was to tell them about the power and the use of the crystal. I was not to be concerned about what to tell the people. I would be guided on what to say in each particluar case.

Recently I had listened to two hours of audio tapes by Jack Pursel channelling Lazaris on the topic, "Crystals, Their Power and Use". I was told that this information helped to prepare my subconscious mind so that I would better be able to discuss properties of crystals.

Stop At Exit 333
I continued along and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. I was informed by the guides that I could expect further directions at 11:33 A.M. As the clock turned to 11:33 I was told to stop at Exit 333. I noticed that the exit number denoted the miles along the Interstate highway. In other words, mile 333 was the distance from that exit to the border of the next state along Interstate 90. I wondered if there would be a turnoff at mile 333, since I was at about mile 305 and exists came up only every ten or so miles.

To my surprise there was an Exit 333 so I exited into the town of Livingston, Montana. I immediately went to the filling station and gassed up. Noticing several restaurants close by I decided to stop for brunch.

More instructions followed, "Ask the gas attendent if he knows of a good place to eat."

Thinking there were several restaurants within walking distance I decided to go to one of them without asking the attendant, since he appeared to be busy.

"There is a reason behind asking," I was told.

The gas attendant informed me of a family restaurant down town which served excellent food.

"Everyone eats there," he told me.

As I entered the family restaurant I was told that the waitress was to be my contact.

Debbie, age twenty-six, had worked at the restaurant for eight years. She was very friendly and managed to talk with me between serving other customers.

A Rainbow Welcome to Wyoming
I travelled a distance of 555 miles across Montana and surprisingly at exactly 5:33 PM I crossed the state line into Wyoming. It had been overcast and raining for the past hour and as I entered Wyoming the sun came out and a beautiful double rainbow appeared in the sky to my left. One rainbow was superceded over the other. The rainbow remained in the sky as I drove south for a distance of nine miles.

Reaching Cheyenne late in the evening I was unable to locate a campsite so I stopped at the Wyoming Information Centre which was closed. Since there were several cars and motor homes parked there I decided to stay there and sleep in my car overnight. I brought several sleeping bags with me and there was plenty of room to stretch out in the back of my Mercury Capri after the seats were folded down. I had planned to use campsites and go to motels sparingly to cut costs.

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