TOUCHING THE EAGLES

The Mocker
In the morning I awoke to the sound of birds. Gabriel was still sleeping so I quietly headed off to the headwaters for an early morning meditation. Here the guides spoke to me.

"Today is Sunday. We want you to rest. Stay here all day. People will come to you."

A young man named Joe was my first contact that day. He gave me very little personal information about himself except that he was from the east and had lived in Southern California for several years. I asked Joe if he knew the name of the birds which had awakened me. Their sounds could still be heard.

He replied, "They are blue jays. The Indians call the blue jay, the mocker."

Joe talked for a long time about his travels around the country and I listened intently with interest and amazement that a person so young could have experienced so much living.

"In the fall you learn a lot when the land is ready to go to sleep," he told me.

My Friends Call Me O
My next contact was James, age twenty-three, from Juneau, Alaska.

"Call me O. My friends call me O." he said. "I work with clearing energy through the chakras and I am here learning to lay stones for healing and clearing of energies."

O told me that he is a fourth Cherokee Indian and that most North American Indian tribes are divided into clans. He belongs to the Eagle Clan.

"Members should not marry within the clan, The clan is your spiritual family." he told me.

He went on, "My dream ever since I was a little kid was to be an artist and writer. I am into the performing arts and I compose music and write poetry. I am also studying massage therapy and accupressure."

Craig the Anthroposophist
After awhile another young man joined us at the stream. I learned that O and Craig came together from Los Angeles to the mountain.

Craig identified himself as an anthroposophist. I had him spell it for me and I asked Craig to define the meaning of the word.

"It is a philosophy that originated with Rudolph Steiner and is well known in Europe." he told me.

Craig had worked with the mentally handicapped and had spent two years in Switzerland and one year in England.

"I am in transition." he told me.

A Master Manifests in the Creek
O and Craig left and I was alone so I decided to meditate while staring at the reflection of the water in the creek. As I was staring at the water I noticed a small rock beneath the surface of the water. I began staring at the rock through the water. After awhile I saw the manifestation of a face on the rock. As I continued to stare at the face it became clearer. The features of the face appeared to be moving as the stream water washed over the face. The eyes were white and there was a light emitting from the area above and between the eyes as though the third eye were opened. He had shoulder length hair and a moustache and a long pointed flowing red beard. The face appeared to be smiling at me.

Then the guides spoke to me. "This is Ronald. He is your brother in light. He has chosen to appear to you in this manner."

The voices continued. "You have followed our directions to the well-spring of life. Take a jar of this water back home with you."

I was told to show the rock to three other people who would also see the manifestation. I did so and three other people confirmed what I had seen.

Johnni Sue
She had just come down from climbing the mountain and shared her experiences with me. Johnni Sue, a young looking thirty-five year old woman, was from Lake Tahoe and had come to Mt Shasta nine times during the past twelve years. She was a piano teacher and had played piano in a country band. She teaches suzuki piano, whihk originally was violen, to children by listening to the music.

"This is the first time I have climbed the mountain," she told me. "I enjoyed the feeling of going up, of climbing up. I liked the exertion, the high altitude, the beauty.

Nine Hours at the Source
After Johnni Sue left I sat alone meditating quietly for some time. As I looked at the manifestation of the face on the stone which was still there the guides spoke to me again.

"Become as one with me because I am the manifestation of you and you are the manifestation of me. Look and see your face in the stone."

I looked at the stone and was able to project my thoughts into the stone and become at one with it. After some time I decided to go back to my vehicle where I checked the time and realized I had been at the stream for nine hours.

Chris
While standing by my car I noticed a man of about age thirty sitting in a nearby vehicle.

"Talk to him," I was informed by the guides.

As I approached his vehicle he spoke to me first. Chris was from Santa Cruz. He had been on the mountain for two days, had left this morning to go home and feeling guided to come back, he turned around and came back to the mountain.

"I could not go back home without seeing the beauty of the mountain once again," he said to me.

Adam
I went back to my car and checked the time. It was 6:33 P.M. exactly,

"Start down the hill, " I was told. "You are to pick up someone."

I started down the hill and picked up Adam at 6:39. Adam was a therapist who uses radionics for assessments and treatments of conditions on all levels from the physical to the spiritual.

I dropped Adam off at the bottom of the mountain and drove back up to the top where I sat in my car and read for awhile.

Dave
The sun went down and as I looked at the stars I began to feel a little lomely. "What do I do noe", I asked.

"Go back down the mountain," I was told. "We will send someone."

I began the drive back down the mountain and after a few minutes I saw a fellow hitchhiking.

"Pick him up." I was told.

Dave, age thirty-three, was from Springfield, Mass. and had been in the area of Mt Shasta for two years. When he came to Shasta in August 1984 he went up the mountain and did not come down for three months. He talked about working with "The Light". I drove Dave to the nearby town of Weed where he had been living for the past two years. After we arrived at his destination we talked for another thirty minutes standing at the side of the road. He kept shaking my hand and thanking me for the ride and for my companionship.

Dave was so enthusiastic and excited about life that I was in extremely high spirits when I left him. He stood over six feet and had a big smile on his face during our whole conversation. Before leaving he gave me a big embracing hug and as I drove away I could see him waving through my rearview mirror. Dave was exactly the medicine I needed at that particular time.

Steve
The road back to Shasta was extremely dark and I passed a hitchhiker on the road. I had no intentions of picking him up. At the moment I saw the hitchhiker I glanced at the clock in my vehicle, 9:33 P.M. At that moment I heard the voice in my head.

"Pick him up."

I pulled over to the side of the road and the hitchhiker got in.

"I'm Steve," he said. "I'm going to Reno."

Steve had travelled all over the world. He was preparing to sleep besides the road without a sleeping bag. I drove him six miles to Highway 89, which was the turnoff to Reno.

I went back up the mountain where I watched the moon rise, the stars and the universal patterns of unusual cloud formations over the mountain. I did not see any UFO activity that night. Everything was very still, very calm, very peaceful as I slept in my sleeping bag on the mountain.

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