TOUCHING THE EAGLES

Independence Day
Upon awakening in the morning I realized I had stayed near the North Platte River. I decided to drive for awhile before having breakfast. I stopped at a restaurant along the highway in Casper, Wyoming for breakfast where I made a contact with the waitress Beverly.

Today was Independence Day and there was a special celebration in Casper. The Aurora (Colorado) Boys Baseball Team was playing a double header against the local team. Six of the visiting team members, ages around 18, were also having breakfast at the table next to mine. I chatted with them also.

Early Morning Meditation
In my early morning meditation I was given some instructions for the day. I was told by the guides to pick up Don on the highway on my way to Boulder Hot Springs. I had just been to Boulder, Colorado the night before and was already several hundred miles from there on my way back home. I was not about to go back to Boulder and I told the guides so.

"You will be picking up Don on the way to Boulder Hot Springs," the guides insisted.

I decided to continue my journey north.

"You will see," was the response of the guides.

Stop at Kaycee for Gas
As I was pulling out onto the highway from the restaurant in Casper, I noticed a hitchhiker on the road.

"Do not pick him up," I was alerted by the guides. "He will get a ride from someone else. You need some quiet time for yourself."

About an hour from Casper, I arrived at the small town of Kaycee. As I saw the town sign I heard the guide's voice in my head.

"Stop at Kaycee for gas."

Looking at the gas gauge I realized I did not need gas yet so I decided to continue without stopping.

"It is important that you stop," the guides insisted.

I pulled off into the town and topped off my gas tank.

Sunstorm Down
As I drove onto the on ramp to enter the Interstate Highway he was standing there hitchhiking.

"That is Don. Pick him up," the guides alerted me.

I stopped and picked him up. Had I not stopped at Kaycee I would not have picked him up since he was not on the highway proper and I would have continued by without seeing him.

Shortly after he got in I asked him if his name was Don.

"No, he replied. "It is William."

"So much for that," I thought.

"However," he continued. "Every morning I give myself an alias in case the state police pick me up on the highway hitchhiking. I am tired of the fifty dollar fines I get so I give them a phony name. I had decided to use the name Don Glass today if I were stopped by the police. So you are picking up correctly there."

William was wearing several crystals. He noticed a crystal that I had been carrying in the car and he fell in love with it immediately. Noticing how much he was attracted to that particular crystal I gave it to him.

"You and I both know it is already yours," I told him.

He wanted to give me something in return so he showed me several crystals which he was carrying with him. He had one particular stone which was one and one-half inches in diameter. It consisted of fourteen small blue stones set in a circular formation with one larger red ruby set in the center. The stones were placed in a silver encasement. As soon as I felt it in my hand I knew that I would own it.

"Do not ask him for it. He will give it to you later." I was told by the guides.

Apparently William was very fond of the stone. He told me of the difficulty he had in receiving it. He then put it away with his other possessions only to give it to me several hours later.

William was from Colorado Springs, Colorado. He would be 32 soon and had been travelling by hitchhiking since he was 14 years old. At one time during his travels he had a four year diary which consisted of exciting and adventurous things that had happened to him. He told me that he was beaten, shot at several times and chased by dogs. He said that it was all part of the excitement of life in America. He had written a book of his four year adventure and had hoped to have it published. He was going to call the book, 'Sunstorm Down'. However, in a fit of anger, his then girlfriend burned the book.

"An Indian medicine man gave me my spiritual name," he told me. "It is Aquila Sunstorm."

Enter The Eagle
I asked William what the name Aquila meant."

He replied, "The word aquila is the Greek word for eagle."

William told me that in living he follows the way of the Tao. I asked him to tell me what he meant by that.

He replied, "The way of the Tao is to flow as water, ever onward, without pause, always going in the path of the lesat resistance. It means to eliminate all non-trivial interference. In other words, it is what takes the least amount of effort to accomplish all things."

A Lesson in Numbers
William had travelled to every state in the United States proper and had been to most of the cities. He told me that Salt Lake City is the only place he knows that has the perfect numbering system.

"Every street converges on the Mormon Temple which is at the center of town. In other words," he continued, "the center of town is where the four zeros are located and the streets increase numerically from there.

I learned something else from William about the Interstate numbering system which I had not known. The odd numbers run north and south and the even numbers east and west. Also, the lowest of the odd numbers are found in the west, while the highest are found in the east. Conversely, the lowest of the even numbers can be found in the south, while the highest of the even are located in the north.

William - A Space Brother
William talked to me about astrophysics and energy re-alignment and re-arrangement. He spoke a lot about pyramid energy also. We taled about U.F.O's, a subject that William was well versed in.

"I know I am from the stars. I am a space entity. I have thought of suicide before, but I know I can't leave here. I have a mission in this life. I don't know what my mission is and they won't tell me," he told me.

William also told me that he always has everything provided for him.

"My Father gives me everything I need. All my needs are met," he stated.

He referred to the energy of the universe which most of us choose to call the God energy as his Father.

William told me that he requires only two things each morning. Those two things are a newspaper and a morning coffee. Even when he has no money he always, through faith, belief and knowing, manages to have those two things in the morning.

"On one occasion I was on the way to the restaurant without having a penny in my possession and before going into the restaurant I looked down and found a one dollar bill neatly folded sitting underneath a stone. Father had put it there for me."

A Change of Plans
From Wyoming we had been travelling on Interstae 90 heading north-west. We stopped at Exit Number 333 at Livingston, Montana.

I had planned to travel on to Spokane, Washington and travel north from there to British Columbia, Canada and home. William was also going to Spokane and subsequently to Seattle. He decided not to travel after dark. He wanted at least an hour of daylight to set up his tent, a ritual which he performed every night. He never travelled during the dark hours. Checking the map, he decided to stop along the highway near a truckers stop.

Checking my map, I suddenly decided to change my course of returning home. I decided to travel north from Butte, Montana toward Helena and Great Falls and to enter Canada at Alberta. This way, I thought, I would be able to stop at Calgary to visit my son and daughter and see my four grand-children.

The guides spoke to me again while I was planning my route.

"Good. That route will take you through Boulder."

Looking at the route closely, I was amazed to see a small town by that name on Highway 69 which was at the junction of Interstae 15, which would take me to Alberta.

Of course, the number 69 along with the town name Boulder were definite confirmations to me that I should change my route.

Prior to letting William off he was able to give me some information which I found to be confirmation and which I found important. He had noticed a ring which I had purchased in Montrose, Colorado and he commented on it.

"That ring you have there," he said. "It is meant for a female."

"I know." I responded. "Do you have any idea as to an initial?" I asked william.

I already had been told by the guides that I was to give the ring to a female with the first name initial "J". Further, I was told that the ring would fit her perfectly.

"Yes." William replied. "I get the initial J."

Welcome to Boulder Hot Springs
I let William off near my turnoff and headed north on Highway 69 toward Boulder. While I was travelling along the guides told me that I would meet several interesting people at Boulder. Even as I was driving along with my eyes open, of course, I was shown a mental picture of stopping my vehicle at Boulder and a seven year old girl coming over to talk to me.

"She will be your first contact at Boulder," I was told.

I wondered how I would be able to contact several people in a small town.

Three miles south of Boulder I passed a sign on the left side of the road which read, "Boulder Hot Springs". I almost did not see it. Slamming on my brakes, I pulled over to the side of the road for a few moments to think about the significance of what this meant. I recalled my morning meditation in which the guides insisted I would be stopping at Boulder Hot Springs after picking up Don. Up to this point, although I knew I would be going through the small town of Boulder, I had no indication that there would be a hot springs there. I looked at the time on my clock. 7:33 p.m.

I could not express the happiness coupled with excitement which I felt at that moment. I was eager to get into the hot springs and to visit with the people there.

As I pulled into a parking spot a small girl walked up to my vehicle.

"There she is," I thought.

I got out of the car and spoke to her. She was wearing colorful clothes and had a lovely rainbow colored necklace around her neck.

"Hello:, I said. "What a lovely necklace you have and I like the colors you are wearing. What is your name?" I asked.

"Heather," she replied.

"Are you seven years old?", I asked.

"Almost. Six and a half," she replied. "Well, that's close enough to seven," I told here, half speaking to her and half speaking to the guides.

A Visit With Stuart and the Group
The first thing I did was to spend twenty minutes in the hot springs pool. This was followed by a pleasant visit with stuart, the operator/owner of the Hot Springs, and several of the workers and their family.

Along with Stuart there were Janice and James and their two children, Heather, whom I had alreday met, and Telara. I also met Jill who had just arrived last week and was employed part time at the Hot Springs, and Rachel, Stuart's ten year old daughter.

The Waters of Boulder Hot Springs
Stuart was able to give me some background histotical information on the Hot Springs and the surrounding area. At the turn of the century, the hot springs was used as an institute for recovering alcoholics. A doctor from Chicago had founded the institute and it was one of the first centers, if not the first, in the country for alcoholism treatment. I found this information interesting since I had made my living for the past ten years in the direct treatment of chemical dependency.

Stuart told me that the waters of the local springs were excellent for medicinal purposes. The water contains valuable medicinal salts which are used by specialists in the treatment of such diseases as chronic rheumatism, gout, liver and bowel troubles, kidney and bladder disorders and other physical complications.

"The Radon Health Mines are nearby also," Stuart went on. "People take treatment for arthritis there."

Stuart was from Indiana and he fell in love with the area while travelling through as a teen. A lawyer by trade, he had lived there for the past ten years.

If the Ring Fits
Jill was a massage therapist who came there last week. The guides confirmed that she was the person I was to give the ring to. The ring fit her ring finger perfectly. I told her the story about how I had purchased it in Montrose and was keeping it for her.

She replied, "I used to live in that area of Colorado and I used to take the senior citizens into Montrose."

"And when you were there," I told her, "you forgot to pick up your ring. So I am just delivering it to you."

"Is there any significance to giving her the ring?" Stuart asked.

"Not particularly," I replied, "the guides wanted her to have it because of the nine stones and the energy of the nine. I am just delivering it to her."

Jill replied, "My full name vibration is a nine. I was born on the tenth of the month and in East Indian numerology that is also a nine."

Needless to say, Jill was very pleased to get the ring as a gift. I gave Stuart a small bottle of red earth which I had brought back from Virginia. In return, Stuart gave me a sample of Boulder Hot Springs Herbal tea.

Sleep in Montana tonight
After some time spent in pleasant conversation with the group at the Hot Springs I continued my journey toward the Canadian border. As I was travelling on the Interstate Highway near Great Falls, I heard the voice of the guides again.

"Be careful at 91999," I heard as a caution

Checking the mileage I found out that I was three kilometers short of that figure. As I reached the 91999 kilometer mark, a deer ran across the highway directly in front of my vehicle. Since I was nearing the Great Falls International Aoirport, I had reduced my speed a few kilometers back.

After passing the airport I stopped by the side of the road where I meditated for fifteen minutes. More instructions followed.

"Sleep in Montana tonight and cross over into Canada in the morning."

Arriving at Sweetgrass, Montana at 2 a.m., I spent the night at a rest stop.

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