The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision (28 page)

“In this sense, every thought, every expectation—all of what we visualize happening in the future—is a prayer, and tends to
create that very future. But no thought or desire or fear is as strong as a vision that is in alignment with the divine. That’s
why bringing in the World Vision, and holding it, is important: so we will know what to pray for, what future to visualize.”

“I understand,” I said. “How do we help Maya become aware of the owl?”

“What did she say to do when she talked to you about healing?”

“She said we should visualize patients remembering what they intended to do with their lives but still hadn’t done. She said
that real healing springs from a renewed sense of what one wants to do once health is regained. When they remember, then we
can also join them in holding this more specific-plan.”

“Let’s do the same now,” David said. “Hopefully, her original intention was to follow the sound of this bird.”

David closed his eyes, and I followed his lead, trying to visualize an image of Maya awakening to what she was supposed to
do. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and David was staring at me. The owl screamed again right above our heads.

“Let’s go,” he said.

T
wenty minutes later we were standing on the hill above the falls. The owl had followed, calling out periodically, and had
stationed itself fifty feet to our right. In front of us, the pool glistened in the moonlight, muted only by wisps of fog
that drifted along its surface. We waited for ten or fifteen minutes without speaking.

“Look! There!” David said, pointing.

Among the rocks to the right of the pool I could make out several figures. One of them looked up and saw us; it was Charlene.
I waved and she recognized me. Then David and I made our way down the rocky slope to where they were standing.

Curtis was ecstatic at seeing David, grabbing his arm. “We’ll stop these people now.” For a moment they looked at each other
in silence, then Curtis introduced Maya and Charlene.

I met eyes with Maya. “Did you have any trouble finding your way here?”

“At first, we were confused and lost in the darkness, but then I heard the owl and I knew.”

“The presence of an owl,” David said, “means that we have the opportunity to see through any possible deception by others,
and if we avoid the tendency to harm or lash out, we can, like the owl, cut through the darkness to hold a higher truth.”

Maya was watching David closely. “You look familiar,” Maya said. “Who are you?”

He looked at her questioningly. “You were told my name. It’s David.”

She grabbed his hand gently. “No, I mean who are you to me, to us?”

“I was there,” he said, “during the wars, but I was so full of hatred for the whites that I didn’t support you; I didn’t even
listen to you.”

“We’re doing it differently now,” I said.

David glared at me reflexively, then caught himself and softened, as he had before. “Back in that war, I had even less respect
for you than the others. You wouldn’t take a stand. You ran away.”

“It was fear,” I replied.

“I know.”

For several more minutes everyone talked with David about the emotions we were feeling, discussing everything we could remember
about the tragedy of the war on the Native Americans. David went on to explain that his soul group was made up of mediators
and that he had come this time to work through his anger at the European mentality, and then to work for the spiritual recognition
of all indigenous cultures and the inclusion of all people.

Charlene glanced at me, then turned to David. “You’re the fifth member of this group, aren’t you?”

Before he could answer, we felt a vibration racing through the ground under our feet; it sent irregular ripples across the
surface of the pool. Accompanying the tremor was another eerie melodious whine that filled the forest. Out of the corner of
my eye I saw flashlights moving on the hill fifty feet above us.

“They’re here!” Curtis whispered.

I turned to see Feyman at the edge of an overhang directly above our heads; he was adjusting a small dish antenna on what
looked like a portable computer.

“They’re going to focus on us and try to fine-tune the generator that way,” Curtis said. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

Maya reached over and touched his arm. “No, please, Curtis, maybe it will work this time.”

David moved closer to Curtis, then said lowly, “It can work.”

Curtis stared at him for a moment, then finally nodded his agreement, and we began to raise our energy again. As in the two
previous attempts, I began to see higher-self expressions on every face, and then our soul groups appeared and merged into
a circle. around us, including for the first time the members of David’s group. As the memory of the World Vision returned,
we were again pulled into the overall intent to transfer energy and knowledge and awareness into the physical dimension.

Also, as before, we saw the fearful polarization occurring in our time, and the panoramic vision of the positive future that
would succeed it once the special groups formed and learned how to intercede, how to
hold the Vision.

Suddenly another tremor shook the ground violently.

“Stay with the Vision,” Maya shouted. “Hold the image of how the future can be.”

I heard a fissure tear through the ground to my right, but I kept my concentration. In my mind I again saw the World Vision
as a force of energy that was emanating outward from our group in all directions and pushing Feyman back away from us, defeating
the energy of his Fear vision. To my left, a huge tree ripped from its roots and crashed to the ground.

“It’s still not working,” Curtis shouted, jumping to his feet.

“No, wait,” David said. He had been deep in thought, and now he reached out and grabbed Curtis, pulling him down beside him.
“Don’t you see what’s wrong?! We’re treating Feyman and the others as if they are enemies, trying to push them back. Doing
that actually strengthens them, because they have something to fight against. Rather than fighting them with the Vision, we
have to include Feyman and the operatives in what we’re visualizing. In reality, there are no enemies; we’re all souls in
growth, waking up. We have to project the World Vision toward them as though they are just like us.”

I suddenly recalled seeing Feyman’s Birth Vision. Now it all made perfect sense: the view of Hell, understanding the obsessive
trance states that humans use to ward off fear, seeing the ring of souls as they tried to intervene. And then observing Feyman’s
original intention.

“He
is
one of us!” I shouted. “I know what he intended to do! In actuality, he came to break through his need for power; he wanted
to prevent the destruction that could be caused by the generators and the other new technology. He saw himself meeting with
us in the darkness. He’s the sixth member of this group.”

Maya leaned forward. “This works just like in the process of healing. We have to image him remembering what he is really here
to do.” She glanced at me. “That helps break the fear block, the trance, at every level.”

As we began to concentrate on including Feyman and his men, our energy leaped forward. The night became illuminated and we
could clearly see Feyman and two men on the hill. The soul groups seemed to move more closely into focus, appearing more humanlike,
while at the same time we became more luminescent, like them. From the left, more soul groups seemed to be joining.

“It’s Feyman’s soul group!” Charlene said. “And the soul groups of the two men with him!”

As the energy increased, the massive hologram of the World Vision again encircled us.

“Focus on Feyman and the others the way we focused on each other,” Maya shouted. “Visualize that they remember.”

I turned slightly and faced the three men. Feyman was still working furiously at his computer, the other two men looking on.
The hologram encircled them as well, especially the image of each person awakening at this historical moment to his or her
true purpose. As we watched, the forest was cast in a perceptible field of swirling, amber energy, which seemed to pass through
Feyman and his associates. Simultaneously I saw the same wisps of white light that had protected Curtis and Maya and me hovering
over the men, and afterward the white streaks of light grew in size and began to emanate outward in all directions, disappearing
finally into the distance. After a few minutes the ground tremors and strange sounds stopped. A breeze blew the last of the
dust toward the south.

One of the men stopped watching Feyman and eased away from us into the trees. For several seconds Feyman continued to work
on his keyboard, then gave up in frustration. He looked down at us and picked up the computer, cradling it gently with his
left arm. With the other hand, he pulled out a handgun and began to walk our way. The other man, armed with an automatic weapon,
followed.

“Don’t let go of the image,” Maya cautioned.

When they were twenty feet away, Feyman set the computer down and punched at the keyboard again, keeping the pistol ready.
Several large rocks, loosened earlier, broke free and crashed into the pool.

“You didn’t come here to do this,” Charlene said softly. The rest of us focused on his face.

The operative, keeping his weapon aimed at us, walked closer to Feyman and said, “We can’t do anything else here. Let’s go.”

Feyman waved him off, then began to type angrily again.

“Nothing is working,” Feyman yelled at us. “What are you doing?” He looked at the operative. “Shoot them!” he screamed. “Shoot
them!”

For an instant the man looked at us coldly. Then, shaking his head, he backed away and disappeared into the rocks.

“You were born to prevent this destruction from happening,” I said.

He dropped the gun to his side and stared at me. For an instant his face lightened, appearing exactly as I had seen it during
his Birth Vision. I could tell he was remembering something. Seconds later a look of fright swept across his face, turning
quickly into anger. He grimaced and held his stomach, then turned and retched onto the rocks beside him.

Wiping his mouth, he raised the gun again. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do to me, but it won’t work.” He took several
steps forward, then seemed to lose energy. The gun fell to the ground. “It doesn’t matter, you know? There are other forests.
You people can’t be at all of them. I’m going to make this generator work. Do you understand? You’re not taking this away
from me!”

He stumbled backward a few feet, then turned and ran into the darkness.

W
hen we reached the hill above the bunker, a great wave of relief swept through the group. After Feyman had left, we had
cautiously made our way back to the site of the experiment, not knowing what we would find. Now, as we looked, the bunker
area was aglow with dozens of truck lights. Most of the vehicles bore the insignia of the Forest Service, although the FBI
was represented, along with the local Sheriff’s Department.

I crawled forward several more feet on the crest of the hill and looked closely to see if anyone was being interrogated or
held in any of the cars. They all looked empty. The door of the bunker was open and officers seemed to be going in and out
as if investigating a crime scene.

“They’ve all left,” Curtis said, leaning forward on his knees and gazing past the trunk of a large tree. “We stopped them.”

Maya turned and sat down. “Well, at least we stopped them here. They won’t try the experiment again in this valley.”

“But Feyman was right,” David said, looking at the rest of us. “They can go to some other place, and no one will know.” He
stood up. “I’ve got to go in there. I’ll tell them the whole story.”

“Are you crazy?” Curtis said, walking up to him. “What if the government is part of this?”

“The government is just people,” David replied. “Not all of them are involved.”

Curtis stepped up closer. “There has to be another way. I’m not letting you go in there.”

“There will be someone in one of those agencies who will listen to us,” David said. “I’m sure of it.”

Curtis was silent.

Charlene was leaning on a rock several feet away, and said, “He’s right. Someone could be in just the right position to help.”

Curtis shook his head, grappling with his thoughts. “That might be true, but you’ll need someone with you who can accurately
describe the technology…”

“That means you’ll have to go too,” David said.

Curtis managed to return a smile. “Okay, I’ll go with you but only because we have an ace in the hole.”

“What?” David asked.

“A guy that we left tied up back in a cave.”

David put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, you can tell me about it on the way. Let’s see what happens.”

After anxious good-byes to the rest of us, they moved away to the right to approach the bunker site from another direction.

Suddenly Maya whispered loudly for them to wait.

“I’m going too,” she said. “I’m a physician; people know me in the area. You might need a third witness.”

The three of them looked at Charlene and me, obviously wondering if we might join them as well.

“Not me,” Charlene said. “I think I’m needed elsewhere.”

I also declined and asked them not to mention us. They agreed and then walked away toward the lights.

Left alone, Charlene and I met eyes. I recalled the deep feeling I had experienced toward her in the other dimension. She
was taking a step toward me, about to speak, when both of us detected a flashlight fifty yards to our right.

Carefully we moved deeper into the trees. The light changed position and headed right toward us. We kept still and low to
the ground. As the light approached, I began to hear a lone voice, someone apparently talking to himself. I knew this person;
it was Joel.

I caught Charlene’s eye. “I know who it is,” I whispered. “I think we should talk to him.”

She nodded.

When he was twenty feet away, I called out his name.