TOUCHING THE EAGLES

Salmon Arm, British Columbia, Canada
July 27, 1987

A Special Assignment
I had just gotten into my car. As I turned on the ignition I noticed the time was 8:33 p.m.

For the past several hours I had been typing Part 4 of the manuscript of this book. While typing the last few paragraphs I had a strong feeling to drop what I was doing and to go for a drive in my car. This feeling persisted so I followed the feeling.

At 8:33 p.m. I pulled out from my driveway. I live only two minutes drive from the Trans Canada Highway which runs through Salmon Arm, so I soon found myself on the highway heading west. It had been a warm day and it was now just before dark. I thought that I was just out for a few minutes drive. Nine kilometers west of Salmon Arm, I passed a lady hitchhiking. I did not think much of it, since I had no thought of stopping for anyone. Yet, as I passed by her and looked back through the rearview mirror, I felt a deep sense of compassion for her. It was as though I instantly knew all about here. I sensed she was experiencing inner turmoil and that she was in trouble and in need of assistance. As I passed her I was alerted by the guides.

"Go back and pick her up."

"I know," I thought, as I turned around to give her a ride.

Roy
In my early morning meditation, I was told that this day would be one of mixed feelings for me, yet it would be an exceptionable day and one that would give me great joy.

Roy, age 64, had been a friend of mine for several years. At times he had difficulty staying sober. He had been in the local hospital for the past week detoxing from alcohol abuse. I stopped at the hospital in the morning to see him. He was being discharged so I decided to drive him home.

Although he had been sober for six days he was unsteady on his feet due to the medication he had been taking while in the hospital. He commented to me that he felt as though he had been drinking since he had difficulty putting one foot in front of the other

I drove Roy home and dropped him off at his place wondering if he would stay sober this time. He promised he would do his best to stay sober. I left him telling him I would visit him the following day.

 A Farewell to Rudy
Attending a Rotary luncheon at noon I sat with Lloyd, a fellow Rotarian, Since we would be attending a funeral service at 1 p.m. together, we sat by the door so that we could leave early. Rudy was an employee of Lloyd's and a close and personal friend of mine. He had died as the direct result of alcoholism at the age of 55 several days before.

We left the meeting at 12:50 p.m. and decided to meet at the church where the service was to be performed. Arriving at the church I was surprised to find it locked. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I had gone to the wrong church. I had a problem. I wanted to get to the proper church very quickly so I would not have to walk in late for the service. It was now five minutes to one. Asking for assistance I instantly turned my will over to the care of my Divine Self and the guides with a deep desire to get to the church on time.

A car pulled up to the door and an elderly lady got out. While she was unlocking the door to that church I asked her if I could go in to use the phone. She was most kind and allowed me to do so. Calling the funeral home, I found out that the service was being held at the Anglican Church and I had inadvertently gone to the Presbyterian Church.

Hurrying over to the Anglican I was afraid I would not find a parking space close to the church. The guides came to my assistance again.

"Park on Shuswap Street right in front of the church and go in the side door," I was told.

I parked where I was told to and quickly entered the church by the side door. Since I was not familiar with this particular church I did not know where I was entering into. The main entrance was on the other side of the building. Upon entering I found myself at the rear of the church. Gary from the funeral home noticed me and quickly ushered me to the very front pew of the church. Relieved to arrive just before the service began and pleased to have a seat at the very fornt, I gave thanks to the angels on assignment who were with me that day.

As I sat down the guides spoke to me. "It was important that you sit at the front on the aisle seat."

Then it occurred to me that my timing had to be exact to be ushered to that particular seat.

The guides informed me that there were several reasons why I had to sit at the front. One reason was something about balancing the vibrations of the church by sitting in the particular seat which was directly opposite the grieving family.

Ruby was the husband of Beryl. She is a dear friend whom I had known for six years. Another reason was that there were several people attending the service who would see me there and contact me later. This had to do with my professional status in the community rather than any personal connection.

As I sat in church listening to an excellent sermon I quietly asked my God and the guides to show me and guide me in assisting people who are in difficulty.

"I only pass this way but once," I thought, "therefore any good I do, let me do it now." I had said this before, however, I now vowed to live it.

Little did I know that the guides would put me to the test a few short hours later.

Courageous Carol
"I came back to pick you up," I said to her as I stopped to pick her up. I continued talking as she got in my car.

"I sensed you were in trouble and I had to come back for you," I told her.

"Thank you," she said as she got in. "I have been on the road since this morning when I left Calgary (300 miles away). As I was standing there I was beginning to be terrified since it is getting dark. I am afraid of the dark. I am on my way to Kamloops (65 miles) to attend the funeral of my best friend. The funeral is tomorrow and I'm afraid I might miss it. I am afraid to spend the night by the side of the road.

"You are to drive her to Kamloops. You make sure she gets to her destination," the guides spoke to me as if it were a direct order.

"Yes, I plan to," I replied to the guides silently.

"I will drive you to Kamloops," I told her.

I gave her one of my business cards to help her feel more at ease. Then she was able to tell me more about herself. She identified herself as Carol and was 45 years old.

"My girlfriend was only 35. She died of a heart attack which I feel was brought on by her drinking. She was an alcoholic. Four people who were very close to me have died in the past four months. My husband died of cancer four months ago. He was an alcoholic also, but stayed sober for several years since he had cancer. He was a truck driver. I loved him and I was with him for 23 years. He died in the arms of my sixteen year old son.

As Carol related her story to me, I felt a deep compassion for her coupled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy. I silently thanked the guides for directing me into her path and for allowing me the opportunity of mental and spiritual growth which such an opportunity brings. With tears in my eyes I listened to her story.

"My father was an alcoholic. He kicked me and my sister out of the house when I was fifteen. My first husband was an alcoholic and abused me until I had enough of it and left."

Carol had six children and one grandchild. Her youngest daughter was fourteen years old and at home with her in Calgary. She was on a widow's pension and scraping to make ends meet. She was unable to work due to a nervous condition.

"My granddaughter Crystal is either three or four. She was born on March 26th, one day before my birthday. I tried to have my daughter hold off giving birth for another day so that Crystal would be born on my birthday." "Do you believe that the dead can come back to visit us?" she asked. "Before my husband died, he told me that he would always watch over me. The other evening I thought I saw him on the stairs at home."

"He is watching over you," I told her. "You have inner guides like I do and all you have to do is to call upon them and they will be there to assist you."

She continued, "I have a prayer I say when it is getting dark at night, or before I go to sleep. My dad taught it to me. Although I hated him for his alcoholism, I can thank him for teaching me the prayer."

Then Carol recited the prayer to me.

We stopped for coffee at a restaurant in Kamloops. Although she told me she had not eaten all day, she refused to eat, telling me that she was too upset to. I noticed an 'alert' bracelet on her wrist. She told me that she was allergic to penicillin.

At one point in the conversation she told me she had no friends.

"Well. you have now," I replied. "I am your friend."

Pleased to know she did have a friend she smiled for the first time.

I drove Carol to her destination, to the home of the husband of her best friend who had recently passed away. Before she got out of the car I gave her a crystal and told her it had special energy and would bring her good luck. She thanked me by giving me a kiss on the cheek.

As I pulled away from the home I looked back to see Carol and her friend's husband embracing. I gave thanks for having the opportunity to spend time with such a courageous and loving person. It was indeed a gift and a pleasure for me to be with Carol for a short period of time.

As I drove away, I glanced at the clock in my car. 10:33 p.m. Immediately I heard the voice of one of the guides.

"Right on schedule."

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