The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision (10 page)

“They are probably here to help someone with their dreaming,” Wil said.

I looked hard at him. “They help us dream?”

“Yes, in a way. Some other souls were here when you dreamed last night.”

“How did you know about my dream?”

“When you were jolted back into the physical, I tried to find you but I couldn’t. Then, when I waited, I began to see your
face, and moved here. The last time I came to this place, I couldn’t quite grasp what was occurring, but now I think I understand
what happens when we dream.”

I shook my head, not comprehending.

He gestured out toward the souls. “It apparently all happens synchronistically. These beings you see probably found themselves
here just as I did earlier, by coincidence, and now they’re probably waiting to see who comes by in their dream body.”

The background hum grew louder and I couldn’t respond. I felt confused, dizzy. Wil came closer to me, touching my back again.
“Stay with me!” he said. “There’s some reason we need to see this.”

I struggled to clear my head, then noticed another form manifesting in the space beside the souls. At first I thought other
souls were appearing, but then I realized the formation was much larger than anything I’d seen before: a whole scene was being
projected in front of us, like a hologram, complete with characters, setting, and dialogue. A single individual seemed to
be at the center of the action, a man vaguely familiar. After a moment of concentration I realized that the person before
us was Joel.

As we watched, the scene began to unfold, like the plot of a movie. I strained to follow along, but my head was still foggy;
I couldn’t quite understand what was happening. As the episode
progressed and the dialogue became more intense, both the souls and the journalist moved closer together. After several minutes
the drama seemed to end, and everyone disappeared.

“What was happening?” I asked.

“The individual in the center of the scene was dreaming,” Wil said.

“That was Joel, the man I told you about,” I replied.

Wil turned to me in astonishment. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Did you understand the dream he just had?”

“No, I couldn’t quite get it. What happened?”

“The dream was about a war of some kind. He was fleeing a bomb-ravaged city with shells exploding all around him, running
for his life, thinking of nothing but safety and survival. When he successfully evaded the horror and climbed a mountain to
look back at the city, he remembered that his orders had been to meet another group of soldiers and supply a secret part to
a new device that would make the enemy weapons inactive. To his horror he now realized that because he had failed to show
up, the soldiers and the city were being systematically destroyed before his eyes.”

“A nightmare,” I commented.

“Yes, but it has meaning. When we dream, we unconsciously travel back to this sleep level, and other souls come and help us.
Don’t forget what dreams do: they clarify how to handle current situations in our lives. The Seventh Insight says to interpret
dreams by superimposing the plot of the dream against the real situation facing us in life.”

I turned and looked at Wil. “But what role do the souls play?”

As soon as I had asked that question, we began to move again. Wil kept his hand against my back. When we stopped, the light
was shifting to a rich green, but I could observe beautiful
waves of amber circulating around us. When I focused intently, the amber streaks became individual souls.

I glanced at Wil, who was smiling broadly. This location seemed to carry an increased mood of celebration and joy. As I watched
the souls, several moved directly in front of us and closed together into a group. Their faces were broad and smiling, although
still hard to focus on for any length of time.

“They’re so full of love,” I said.

“See if you can pick up on their knowledge,” Wil advised.

When I focused on them with this intent, I realized that these souls were associated with Maya. In fact, they were ecstatic
about her recent self-revelations, especially her understanding of the life preparation her mother and father had provided.
They seemed to know that Maya had experienced a full Sixth Insight review and was on the verge of remembering why she had
been born.

I turned to face Wil, who acknowledged that he, too, was seeing the images.

At this moment I could hear the hum again; my stomach tensed. Wil held my shoulders and back tightly. When the sound had ceased,
my vibration fell dramatically, and I looked out at the group of souls, attempting to open up and connect with their energy
in an attempt to boost my own. To my amazement they suddenly shifted out of focus and moved away from me to a new position
twice as far away.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You tried to connect with them to increase your energy,” Wil replied, “instead of going within and connecting directly to
God’s energy inside. I did this myself once. These souls won’t allow you to mistake them for the divine source. They know
such an identification would not help your growth.”

I concentrated within and my energy returned. “How do we get them back?” I asked.

As soon as I spoke, they returned to their original position.

Wil and I glanced at each other, then he began to stare intensely at the group, a look of surprise on his face.

“What are you seeing?” I asked.

He nodded toward them without breaking his gaze, and I focused on the soul group as well, trying to pick up on their knowledge
again. After several moments I began to see Maya. She was immersed in the green environment. Her features seemed slightly
different and were glowing brightly, but I was absolutely certain it was her. As I focused on her face, a holographic image
appeared in front of us—an image of Maya again in the time of the nineteenth-century war, standing in a log cabin with several
other people, excited about stopping the conflict.

She seemed to sense that accomplishing such a feat was just a matter of remembering how to attain the energy. It could be
done only if the right people came together with a common intention, she thought. Most attentive was a young man who was richly
dressed. I recognized him to be the large man who was later killed with her. Racing forward, the vision moved to her failed
attempt to speak with the army leaders and then to the wilderness, where she and the young man were killed.

As we watched, she awakened after her death in the Afterlife and reviewed her lifetime, appalled at how single-mindedly, even
naively, she had pursued her goal of stopping the war. She knew many of the others had been correct: the time wasn’t right.
We had not remembered enough of the Afterlife knowledge to accomplish such a feat. Not yet.

After the review, we saw her move into the green environment, surrounded by the same group of souls that was in front
of us now. Amazingly there seemed to be a common core expression in the faces throughout the group. At a certain level, beneath
their features, the souls all resembled Maya.

I glanced questioningly at Wil.

“This is Maya’s
soul group”
he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s a group of souls with whom she resonates closely,” he said with excitement. “This makes perfect sense. One of the journeys
I took, before I found you, was to another group who, in a way, looked like
you
. I think it was
your
soul group.”

Before I could say anything, there was movement in the soul group in front of us. Again, an image of Maya was emerging. Still
surrounded by her group in the green environment, she seemed to be standing quietly in front of an intense white light, similar
to the one we had seen at Williams’ Life Review. She was aware that something very profound was happening. Her ability to
move around in the Afterlife had diminished, and her attention was shifting toward Earth again. She could see her prospective
mother, newly married, sitting on a porch, wondering if her health would hold up well enough to have a child.

Maya was beginning to realize the great progress that could be achieved if she were to be born to this mother. The woman had
deep fears about her own health arid so would generate an awareness of health issues very quickly in the mind of a child.
It would be the perfect place to develop an interest in medicine and healing, and it wouldn’t be a knowledge contemplated
on merely intellectual terms, where the ego comes up with some fancy theory and never tests it against the challenges of real
life, not if she was’ growing up with the psychology of this woman. Maya knew that she herself had the tendency to be unrealistic
and fanciful, and she had already paid dearly for such brashness. That
wouldn’t happen again, not with the unconscious memory of what had occurred in the nineteenth century reminding her to be
very cautious. No, she would go slow, be more isolated, and the environment established by this woman would be perfect.

Wil caught my eye. “We’re seeing what occurred when she began to contemplate her current life,” he said.

Maya now envisioned how her relationship with her mother could unfold. She would grow up exposed to her mother’s negativity,
her fears, her tendency to blame the doctors, which would inspire her interest in the mind/body connection and the patient’s
responsibility in healing, and she would bring this information back to her mother, who could then become involved in her
own recovery. Her mother would become her first patient, and then a key supporter, a prime example of the benefits of the
new medicine.

Maya’s focus moved to the prospective father, sitting next to the woman on the swing. Occasionally the woman would ask a question
and he would utter a one-line answer. Mainly he wanted just to sit and contemplate, not to talk. His mind was virtually exploding
with research possibilities and exotic biological questions he knew had never been posed before—most particularly the relationship
between inspiration and the immune system. Maya saw the advantages of this aloofness. With him, she would be able to work
through her own tendency to delude herself; she would have to think for herself and become realistic, right from the beginning.
Eventually she and her father would be able to communicate on a scientific basis, and he would open up and provide her with
a rich technical background with which to ground her new methods.

She saw clearly that her birth to these parents could be equally advantageous for them. At the same time her parents
were stimulating an early interest in healing, she would be stretching them in a destined direction as well: the mother toward
an acceptance of her personal role in avoiding illness, the father toward overcoming his tendency to hide from others and
to live only in his head.

As we watched, her vision proceeded past her anticipated birth and into what might happen in childhood. She saw a multitude
of specific people arriving in her life at just the right moment to stimulate learning and experience. In medical school,
just the right patients and doctors would cross her path to stimulate an alternative orientation in her practice.

Her vision moved to the meeting of her clinic partner and the establishment of a new model of healing. And then her vision
revealed something else: she would be involved in a more global awakening. Before us, we saw her discovery of the Insights
and then her reunion with a particular group, one of many independent groups that would begin to gravitate together all over
the world. These groups would remember who they were at a higher level and be instrumental in overcoming the polarization
of Fear.

She suddenly saw herself engaged in important conversations with one particular man. He was large, athletic, capable, and
dressed in army fatigues. To my amazement I realized that she knew he was the man with whom she had been killed during the
nineteenth century. I focused on him intently and received another shock. This was the same man I had seen in Williams’ Life
Review, the work colleague he had failed to help awaken.

With this, her vision seemed to amplify to a level beyond my ability to comprehend, her body uniting with the blinding light
behind it. All I could receive was that her personal vision of what she might accomplish with this birth was being enveloped
within a larger vision that encompassed the whole history and future of
humankind. She seemed to see her possible lifetime in ultimate perspective, situated clearly within the full expanse of where
humanity had been and where it was going. I could sense all this but could not quite see the images themselves.

Finally Maya’s vision seemed to be over, and we could see her again in the green environment, still surrounded by her group.
Now they were watching a scene on Earth. Apparently her prospective parents had indeed decided to conceive a child and were
coming together in the very act of love that would ensure her conception.

Maya’s soul group had intensified in energy and now appeared as a large whitish swirl of moving amber, drawing its intensity
from the bright light in the background. I could sense the energy myself as a deeply felt, almost orgasmic level of love and
vibration. Down below, the couple embraced, and at the moment of orgasm, a whitish-green energy seemed to flow from the light,
passing through Maya and her soul group, and enter into the couple. With an orgasmic rush, the energy came through their bodies
toward each other, pushing the sperm and egg toward their fated union.

As we watched, we could see the moment of conception and the miraculous joining of the two cells into one. Slowly at first,
and then more rapidly, the cells began to divide and differentiate, finally forming the shape of a human being. When I looked
at Maya, I realized that with every cell division, she became more hazy and out of focus. Finally, as the fetus matured, she
disappeared from view completely. Her soul group remained.

More knowledge seemed to be available on what we had just witnessed, but I lost concentration and missed it. Then suddenly
the soul group itself was gone and Wil and I were left staring at each other. He seemed terribly excited.