TOUCHING THE EAGLES

Up in the Morning in Idaho
With only five hours sleep I awoke near Coeur d'Alene, Idaho at 6:30 A.M. and felt well rested. I was eager to continue my journey.

I always start my day with a morning meditation. In my prayer time prior to meditation I give thanks to the Great Creator and ask for strength, protection and guidance during the day. I have found that these three things are all I need to get me through the day.

In my meditation the guides reminded me that I would be making a lot of contacts during this trip. They told me to touch the person if at all possible and always give them eye contact. Some contacts, they went on, would be made simply by eye contact with little or no verbal communication exchange

One such contact was made at 7:33 AM as I passed by Exit 39. The timing and exit number were confirmation that I was making a contact. At that time, as I passed by the Old Mission State Park, which was the oldest building in Idaho, I passed a small blue car with Washimgton plates. I noticed a crystal hanging on the rear view mirror. A female was driving and I noticed a male asleep on the passenger side. As I looked over at her we made eye contact. I hoped that she had noticed my crystal hanging form my rear view mirror.

Christi
After driving for several hours I stopped for breakfast at Jaspers Restaurant at St Regis, Montana. The waitress Christi was extremely busy as there were several families there having breakfast. It seemed that everyone, including myself, had arrived at the same time. I remained payient as I waited for one half hour for my breakfast, Christi came by every few minutes to tell me that my breakfast would be coming right up. She kept apologizing for the delay.

After I ate she came over and asked, "How was your breakfast sir?"

"Excellent", I replied. "The bacon was done perfectly, crisp, just the way I like it and the eggs also were just right. I really appreciate a good breakfast."

By now she was beaming. Christi and I talked for a few minutes and she told me she was nineteen years old. I admired her courage and ability to maintain a cheerful attitude under rather trying working conditions.

Gary and the Red Headband
During my early morning meditation I received the following instructions from the guides.

"You are to pick up someone on the road this morning There will be two vibrations there. You are to pick up the young man wearing a red headband."

At Montana Exit 96 I noticed two fellows hitchhiking. It was apparent ehey were not travelling together. Passing by the first fellow I noticed that the second fellow was wearing a red headband which held his hair in place.

"Pick him up". I heard the guides say.

Gary, age thirty-two, identified himself as a professional hitchhiker. He was from Hot Springs, Arkansas. He was divorced and had two children, Richard age eleven and Derba age three.

"I have thirty-six I.D's", he told me. "I work at the horse races and I need an I.D. for every state I go to, I groom horses and I love animals.

Gary showed he a Virginia ID which he was carrying. He knew Charlottesville well, the area where I had been after leaving the Monroe Institute.

Gary went on to tell me more of himself.

"My mother died first of cancer and then my father died of aloneness. Daddy left me $ 25,000. but I didn't want the money. I left it with my two sisters. I live a simple life from day to day and I wouldn't be happy with all that money. Daddy left me a knife and I carry it everywhere I go. It is the one thing he left me that is of value to me."

Gary showed me his knife.

"I once went back several hundred miles to get that knife after I left it behind. Nothing will separate me from it.

He went on. "I carry my bible with me everywhere.

Gary called me sir all the way. When I told him he could call me Yashah, he replied. "Yes Sir".

He told me that Hot Springs, Arkansas is situated on five lakes in between surrounding mountains.

Gary was with me for three hours. I dropped him off at 12:33 PM, 450 kilometers into Montana where I took Highway 15 south toawrds Utah. Gary was on his way to Chicago.

"Stop at Exit 93"
I was about to pull off the Interstate Highwat at exit 63 to have lunch when the guides spoke to me.

"You can stop here if you want to. However, there will be a contact at exit 93 if you wish to stop there instead."

I decided to travel the extra thirty miles before having lunch.

When I stopped at the restaurant I noticed the time change. It was one hour later and 3 PM local time. I was at Twin Bridges, Idaho and I noticed a sign post which read 'Virginia City'.

Since I had been to the state of Virginia (at the Monroe Institute) on two occasions I thought this sign post to be certain confirmation that I was to stop here.

At the restaurant I was served by three different waitresses since 3 PM was a change of shift hour. Chris, age eighteen was just finishing her shift and was my main contact. We talked for several minutes.

The cost of my sandwich was $ 3.60. This figure along with being served by three waitresses at 3 PM on exit 93 were all confirmations to me of another successful contact.

At 5:33 PM I stopped at a rest stop just south of Idaho Falls and talked to several people who were travelling in the opposite direction.

Ralph
Just after I passed the Idaho/Utah state border I saw another hitchhiker. I was alerted by the guides to pick him up.

Ralph, age thirty-one, was from New Mexico and was returning home. He had been to Missoula, Montana where he was opening up a business as a butcher. He was divorced from his wife and had three children.

Ralph confessed to me that he was an alcoholic who found it difficult to stay sober.

"Alcohol," he told me "caused the breakup of my marriage. He had not had a drink for several days yet he craved a drink even as he drove along with me.

"If I had some money I would start drinking again," he told me.

I was able to disclose to Ralph some of my own past personal problems with alcohol and how I managed to stay sober in the hope that it would somehow help him.

I let Ralph off near Provo, Utah.

Later I stopped at a truckers restaurant where I made another contact with a young girl named Darlene who was having coffee there.

Near Provo I toll Highway 6 towards Colorado. I stayed at a rest stop on Highway 6 for the night.

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