THE HARMONIC CONVERGENCE

At 8:33 a.m. precisely the guides informed me that I should talk to three people who were just returning to the parking lot. With my tape recorder in hand I approached the two ladies and a gentleman and asked them where they were from.

"New Jersey," they responded.

They travelled to Mt Shasta specifically for the Harmonic Convergence. "Could you tell me your first names?" I asked.

"Sure, my first name is Cie (pronounced 'C'). It's an abbreviation for Cecilia," responded one of the women.

The other responded, "I'm Colleen."

"I'm Wayne," the last of the threesome said.

"I'm Yashah," I replied.

"We are all sisters," Wayne suddenly blurted.

Joyfully, we all laughed at Wayne's remark.

"Colleen and I are sisters," stated Cie.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

Wayne replied, "We came to experience the energy of the Harmonic Convergence.

"Yeah, we were really drawn," stated Cie.

Colleen said, "I was invited by something and here we are. The energy here is wonderful. It's holy energy, like I' ve never felt before."

"Yes, it's powerful" I commented.

"And the people are so wonderful," stated Cie. "Even the Forest Service people have been wonderful".

There were six Forest Rangers on the mountain to ensure crowd control. The Mt Shasta Herald ran a story on the front page immediately after the Convergence. It was entitled Convergence Was Peaceful. The article went on to say that a river of cars and an ocean of some 4,000 people found their way to the slopes of Mt Shasta last weekend for a gathering that is being called extremely peaceful by law enforcement officials. Cie marvelled at the reception from local people.

"If this were down east," she stated, "there would be a lot of animosity with so many people invading their town. Here they have their arms and their hearts open. It's wonderful."

It was from Wayne that I first learned about the angel that appeared on a television set in town.

"There's an angel on a television, Mother Mary," he stated. "We saw it last night. The household is open to the public. The image of the angel is there and her energy can be felt all around the set."

"It's just on one set?" I asked.

"Just her television set," Cie replied. "On no other."

"I meditated on this last night," Wayne stated. "I got the answer that this phenomenon was prearranged prior to this lifetime and it is playing itself out. She was elected to support the Mother Mary. There's a child at the household who brings much more energy to the experience. So it's good if you visit when the child is there. It's quite powerful. It's incredible."

I asked them what other interesting things they were involved with. Cie replied, "I work with the Tarot cards. I do it for fun and do not charge for a reading."

"What else do you do?" I asked.

"We eat ice cream a lot when we get the chance," Wayne answered.

"The perfect answer," I replied.

Laughing joyfully for a few seconds we experienced a moment of intimate oneness.

"We laugh a lot," stated Colleen.

Wayne continued, "We are in a vortex of joy for some reason. We're zipping along with it."

"Yeah, we just met on the weekend and we have been travelling together since San Francisco," Colleen volunteered.

Wayne continued, "I was kind of wandering around. I needed somebody and these girls came to my aid."

"And we have just been in hysterics ever since" replied Cie.

Later in the morning I was at the headwaters with several friends when the guides suddenly spoke to me. "Talk to that young fellow over there. He will be interesting." I was told.

I had been watching a young fellow off to the side who seemed to be deep in thought. Glancing at the time on a watch of one of my friends I noted the time was 10:33 a.m.

"Confirmation," I heard the guides say.

I went over and began a conversation with him. He introduced himself as Leigh and told me that he was a writer. I asked him what he was writing.

"Two things," Leigh replied. "One is a screen play, just a feature length story set in the late sixties. I am also working on a book on how to market your ideas and develop your creativity by marketing. It may help somebody to create a million dollar idea."

As I was talking with Leigh, Lisa came along and the three of us chatted for awhile. Then we were joined by my friends, Brenda, Judy, Jerry, Christine, Ian and Hilary. We enjoyed Lisa's guitar playing. This was followed by a group meditation by the creek. Energy was high indeed.

Later in the morning Nikolai joined our group.

"Actually my name is Edmund Nicholas," he stated.

Nikolai guided our group further up into the mountain to Squaw Meadows. Although I had spent ten days on the mountain one year ago, I had not gone to Squaw Meadows. Nikolai had been there the day before and gladly consented to escorting us there.

In my early morning meditation, I was told by my guides that I would be taking a short journey with a group of nine people, including myself. The group of nine which journeyed to Squaw Meadows consisted of Denise, Judy, Gerry, Christine, Ian, Hilary, Nikolai and myself. I was told by the guides that this was a group of nine; eight in the physical and one unseen. Brenda had decided to stay back at the vehicle. During the walking journey I had time to visit with Nikolai.

"Thanks for being our guide today," I said to him.

He replied, "I think we are all guides."

I noticed Nikolai was wearing a little bell fashioned to a purple string which was hanging around his neck. I asked him why he had the bell.

"This little bell was given to me this morning by a man who was a patron at my former inn. I used to own an inn at Big Sur, California. He came there three years ago and I gave him a bell, just before he was leaving for India. I said, 'You'll probably meet somebody who will have a bell that I have given them.'

"This turned out to be true. So he bought five hundred bells for me and brought them back. So I met him again today and he was the one that gave me this bell."

"What did you do with the five hundred bells?" I asked.

"I' ve given them all away," Nikolai answered.

"Five hundred bells you have given away?" I asked curiously.

He replied, "I' ve given nine thousand bells away. He brought me five hundred back."

"So you don't have any more left to give away?" I asked.

"No, unless I give this one away."

I asked Nikolai if he had been to Mt Shasta before.

"I lived here for nine months back in 1963. I worked for a woman who had a motel."

I asked Nikolai to tell me how his interest with the bells got started.

He replied, "When I first came to Big Sur, Mr. Beecham, the man who built the inn, was a mystic. I just knew it. I just knew that he was. It was soon after that that I bought some bells, when I was with him. I bought them to give away, only seven or eight of them. Just a few days later I received a letter from somebody telling me what Big Sur meant in Sanskirt, which means divine melody.

"So I started thinking, well maybe the reason why I bought those bells was because maybe the meaning of the bell relates to the meaning of Big Sur. It was then that I had a really powerful experience where I felt like I was being told what to do and I got a definite inspiration to give bells away and over the years, as I said, I' ve given thousands of bells away."

The guides communicated a message to me to pass on to Nikolai. I passed the message on.

"Bells are intriguing," I told him. "All the bells you have given away will one day all ring in harmony at the same time."

"Of course, I was also very careful about who I gave the bells to. I was guided by the inner spirit. I heard many interesting stories about people meeting other people around the world. So it didn't surprise me in the least that this fellow had met somebody in India whom I had given a bell to."

Upon arriving at Squaw Meadows, our group of nine gathered by a stream which formed a small pond as it flowed through the meadows. We decided to take some pictures of the group while standing by the pond.

"You be our token naked person, Nikolai," Ian stated.

Without hestitation, Nikolai took off his clothes and knelt down to be in the front of the picture. There was no embarrassment as it seemed a very natural thing to do.

We spent several hours at Squaw Meadows before beginning our journey back.

As we were travelling back from Squaw Meadows, we met two women. Carolyn was twenty-five years old and Sandy was in her thirties. We stopped to chat for several moments. I looked at Carolyn and she looked at me. I had a sudden feeling that I had known her all my life. I went right to her and we gave each other a deep, heartfelt hug. Then we talked.

Carolyn was from Maryland and had spent considerable time at the Monroe Institute in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.. I had been there in 1984 and again in 1986 and I was planning to go there again in a few months. She knew some of the people whom I knew there.

"I almost bought property there," she told me. "It is one of my most favorite places. I have always been fascinated about the environment." Carolyn was presently residing with her hus-band in Portland, Oregon where they are both stu-dents of acupuncture. She was recently one of the first graduates to complete an acupuncture training course at the university level. Carolyn and I agreed to meet later to visit.

Later in the day I was guided to drive down from the mountain to Mt Shasta City. As I was leaving the parking lot on the mountain I encountered a young fellow hitchhiking.

"You are to give him a ride," the guides informed me. He identified himself as Dano, a young French Canadian from Montreal, Canada.

"We are practically neighbours, I am originally from Nova Scotia," I told him. "However, I live in British Columbia now."

"B.C. is a nice place," he stated. "I worked in the Okanagan Valley picking fruit. I left Quebec in mid June and I went to North Carolina for the Rainbow Gathering. Then I came here because there was another gathering. That's why I'm here. Tomorrow I will be going to Chico, then to Arcadia."

"So you travel alone?" I asked Dano.

"Right now, I'm alone. I went in a school bus with nineteen people to the Rainbow Gathering. But from there, after that, I travelled by myself.," he replied.

After an exciting day, I spent the night at the KOA Campgrounds in Mt Shasta City.

REFLECTIONS OF SHASTA

Twilight time is a mystical sight
The coolness of the colors so deep
The calmness of night
The mountain ready to sleep.

Shades and hues as night draws near
The mountain so calm and serene
Brings to the eye, a happiness tear
Mountain reflections as in a dream.

Snow patches sprinkled o'er the top
Cooling colors of purple and blue
Changing colors that never stop
Mt Shasta, my thoughts are of you.

Day 4 - August 18. 1987 - The Angel on the Television

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