The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision (4 page)

The vehicle started up again and quickly vanished out of sight in the trees. I turned and sat down, listening again for the
hum. Still nothing. I thought about returning to town, of finding another way to search for Charlene. But deep inside I knew
there was no alternative. I shut my eyes, and thought again of David’s instruction to maintain my intuitions, and finally
retrieved the full image of the pool and falls in my mind’s eye. As I got to my feet and headed again toward the crow tree,
I tried to keep the details of the scene in the back of my mind.

Suddenly I heard the shrill cry of another bird, this time a hawk. To my left, far past the tree, I could barely make out
her shape; she was streaking hard toward the north. I increased my pace, trying to keep the bird in sight for as long as possible.

The bird’s appearance seemed to increase my energy, and even after she had disappeared over the horizon, I kept moving in
the direction she had been flying, walking for another mile and a half over a series of rocky foothills. At the top of the
third hill, I froze again, hearing another sound in the distance, a sound much like water running. No, it was water
falling.

Carefully I walked down the slope and through a deep gorge that evoked another experience of déjà vu. I climbed the next hill
and there, beyond the crest, were the pool and falls, exactly as I had pictured them—except that the area was much larger
and more beautiful than I had pictured. The pool itself was almost two acres, nestled in a cradle of enormous boulders and
outcrop-
pings, its crystal-clear water a sparkling blue under the afternoon sky. To the left and right of the pool were several large
oak trees, themselves surrounded by a multicolored array of smaller maples and sweet gums and willows.

The far edge of the pool was an explosion of white spray and mist, the foam accentuated by the churning action of the two
smaller falls higher up the ridge. I realized there was no runoff from the pool. The water went underground from here, traveling
silently to emerge as the source of the large spring near the crow tree.

As I surveyed the beauty of this sight, the sense of déjà vu increased. The sounds, the colors, the scene from the hill—it
all looked extremely familiar. I had been at this location too. But when?

I moved down to the pool and then walked around the entire area, to the edge to taste the water, up the cascades to feel the
spray from each of the falls, over atop the large boulders, where I could touch the trees. I wanted to immerse myself in the
place. Finally I stretched out on one of the flatter rocks twenty feet above the pool and looked toward the afternoon sun
with my eyes closed, feeling its rays against my face. In that moment another familiar sensation swept across my body—a particular
warmth and regard I hadn’t sensed in months. In fact, until this instant, I had forgotten its exact feeling and character,
although it was perfectly recognizable now. I opened my eyes and turned around quickly, certain of whom I was about to see.

O
n a rock above my head, half obscured by an overhanging ledge, stood Wil, his hands on his hips, smiling broadly. He appeared
slightly out of focus, so I blinked hard and concentrated, and his face cleared somewhat.

“I knew you would be here,” he said, nimbly climbing off the ledge and jumping to the rock beside me. “I’ve been waiting.”

I looked at him in awe, and he pulled me into an embrace; his face and hands looked slightly luminescent but otherwise seemed
normal.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I stammered. “What happened when you disappeared in Peru? Where have you been?”

He gestured for me to sit facing him on a nearby shelf.

“I’ll tell you everything,” he said, “but first I have to know about you. What circumstances brought you to this valley?”

In detail I told him about Charlene’s disappearance, the map of the valley, and meeting David. Wil wanted to know more of
what David had said, so I told him everything I could remember about the conversation.

Wil leaned toward me. “He told you the Tenth was about understanding the spiritual renaissance on Earth in light of the other
dimension? And learning the true nature of your intuitions?”

“Yes,” I said. “Is that right?”

He seemed to think for a moment, then asked, “What has been your experience since entering the valley?”

“I immediately started to see images,” I said. “Some were of other historical times, but then I began to see repeated visions
of this pool. I saw everything: the rocks, the falls, even that someone was waiting here, although I didn’t know it was you.”

“Where were you in the scene?”

“It was as if I was walking up and seeing it.”

“So it was a scene of a
potential future
for you.”

I squinted at him. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“The first part of the Tenth, as David said, is about understanding our intuitions more fully. In the first nine Insights,
one experiences intuitions as fleeting gut feelings or vague hunches. But as we gain familiarity with this phenomenon, we
can now grasp the nature of these intuitions more clearly. Think back to Peru. Didn’t intuitions come to you as pictures of
what was going to happen, images of yourself and others at a specific location, doing certain things, leading you to go there?
Wasn’t that how you knew when to go to the Celestine Ruins?

“Here in the valley the same thing has been happening. You received a mental image of a potential event—finding the falls
and meeting someone—and you were able to live it out, bringing on the coincidence of actually discovering the location and
en
countering me. If you had shrugged off the image, or lost faith in looking for the falls, you would have missed the synchronicity,
and your life would have stayed flat. But you took the image seriously; you
kept
it in your mind.”

“David said something about learning to ‘maintain’ the intuition,” I said.

Wil nodded.

“What about the other images,” I asked, “the scenes of an earlier time? And what about these animals? Does the Tenth Insight
talk about all this? Have you seen the Manuscript?”

With a gesture of his hand, Wil waved off my questions. “First, let me tell you about my experience in the other dimension,
what I call the
Afterlife
dimension. When I was able to maintain my energy level in Peru, even when the rest of you grew fearful and lost your vibration,
I found myself in an incredible world of beauty and clear form. I was right there in the same place, but everything was different.
The world was luminous and awing in a way I still can’t describe. For a long time I just walked around in this incredible
world, vibrating even higher, and then I discovered something quite amazing. I could will myself anywhere on the planet, just
by imaging a destination in my mind. I traveled everywhere I could think of, looking for you and Julia and the others, but
I couldn’t find any of you.

“Finally I began to detect another ability. By imaging just a blank field in my mind, I could travel off the planet, into
a place of pure ideas. There I could create anything I wanted just by imaging it. I made oceans and mountains and scenic vistas,
images of people who behaved just as I wanted, all kinds of things. And every bit of it seemed just as real as anything on
Earth.

“Yet in the end, I realized that such a constructed world was not a fulfilling place. Just creating arbitrarily gave me no
inner
satisfaction. After a while, I went home and thought about what I wanted to do. At that time I could still become dense enough
so that I could talk with most people of a higher awareness. I could eat and sleep, although I didn’t have to. Finally I realized
that I had forgotten about the thrill of evolving and experiencing coincidences. Because I was already so buoyant, I had mistakenly
thought that I was maintaining my inner connection, but in fact, I had become too controlling and had lost my path. It is
very easy to lose one’s way at this level of vibration, because it is so easy and instantaneous to create with one’s will.”

“What happened then?” I asked.

“I focused within, looking for a higher connection with divine energy, just the way we’ve always done it. That’s all it took;
my vibration rose even higher and I began to receive intuitions again. I saw an image of you.”

“What was I doing?”

“I couldn’t tell; the image was hazy. But when I thought about the intuition and maintained it in my mind, I began to move
into a new area of the Afterlife where I could actually see other souls, groups of souls really, and while I couldn’t exactly
speak to them, I could vaguely pick up on their thoughts and knowledge.”

“Were they able to show you the Tenth Insight?” I asked.

He swallowed hard and looked at me as though he was about to land a bombshell. “No, the Tenth Insight has never been written
down.”

“What? It’s not part of the original Manuscript?”

“No.”

“Does it even exist?”

“Oh yes, it exists. But not in the Earthly dimension. This Insight hasn’t made it to the physical plane yet. This knowledge
exists only in the Afterlife. Only when enough people on Earth
sense this information, intuitively, can it become real enough in everyone’s consciousness for someone to write it down. That’s
what happened with the first nine Insights. In fact, that’s what has happened with all spiritual texts, even our most sacred
scriptures. Always it is information that first exists in the Afterlife, and is finally picked up clearly enough in the physical
dimension to be manifested by someone who is supposed to write it down. That’s why these writings are called divinely inspired.”

“So why has it taken so long for someone to grasp the Tenth?”

Wil looked perplexed. “I don’t know. The soul group I was communicating with seemed to know, but I couldn’t quite understand.
My energy level was not high enough. It has something to do with the Fear that arises in a culture that is moving from a material
reality to a transformed, spiritual worldview.”

“Then you think the Tenth is ready to come in?”

“Yes, the soul groups saw the Tenth coming in now, bit by bit, all over the world, as we gain a higher perspective that comes
from a knowledge of the Afterlife. But it has to be grasped in sufficient numbers, just as with the first nine, in order to
overcome the Fear.”

“Do you know what the rest of the Tenth is about?”

“Yes, apparently just knowing the first nine isn’t enough. We have to understand how we will implement this destiny. Such
knowledge comes from grasping the special relationship between the physical dimension and the Afterlife. We have to understand
the birth process, where we come from, the larger picture of what human history is trying to accomplish.”

A thought suddenly came to me. “Wait a minute. Weren’t you able to see a copy of the
Ninth
Insight? What did it say about the Tenth?”

Wil leaned toward me. “It said that the first nine Insights,
have described the reality of spiritual evolution, both personally and collectively, but actually implementing these Insights,
living them, and fulfilling this destiny requires a fuller understanding of the process, a Tenth Insight. This Insight would
show us the reality of Earth’s spiritual transformation not just from the perspective of the Earthly dimension but from the
perspective of the Afterlife dimension as well. It said we would understand more fully why we were uniting the dimensions,
why humans must fulfill this historical purpose, and it would be this understanding, once integrated into culture, that’ would
ensure this eventual outcome. It also mentioned the Fear, saying that at the same time a new spiritual awareness was emerging,
a reactive, polarization would also rise up in fearful opposition, seeking to willfully control the future with various new
technologies—technologies even more dangerous than the nuclear menace—that are already being discovered. The Tenth Insight
resolves this polarization.”

He stopped abruptly and nodded toward the east. “Do you hear that?”

I listened but could hear only the falls.

“What?” I asked.

“That hum.”

“I heard it earlier. What is it?”

“I’m not sure, exactly. But it can be heard in the other dimension as well. The souls I saw seemed very disturbed about it.”

As Wil spoke, I clearly saw Charlene’s face in the back of my mind.

“Do you think the hum is related to this new technology?” I asked, partially distracted.

Wil didn’t answer. I noticed he had an absent look on his face.

“The friend that you’re looking for,” he asked, “does she have blond hair? And large eyes… very inquisitive-looking?”

“Yes.”

“I just saw an image of her face.”

I stared at him. “So did I.”

He turned and looked at the falls for a moment, and I followed his gaze. The white foam and spray formed a majestic background
to our conversation. I could feel the energy increasing in my body.

“You don’t have enough energy yet,” he said. “But because this place is so powerful, I think that if I help, and we both focus
on your friend’s face, we can move fully into the spiritual dimension and maybe find out where she is and what’s happening
in this valley.”

“Are you sure I can do that?” I said. “Maybe you can go and I can wait here for you.” His face was fading out of focus.

Wil touched my lower back, giving me energy, smiling again. “Don’t you see how purposeful it is that we are here? Human culture
is beginning to understand the Afterlife and grasp the Tenth. I think we have the opportunity to explore the other dimension
together. You know this feels destined.”

At that moment I noticed the noise of the hum in the background, even over the sound of the falls. In fact, I could feel it
in my solar plexus.

“The hum’s getting louder,” Wil said. “We have to go now. Charlene could be in trouble!”

“What do we do?” I asked.

Wil moved slightly closer, still touching my back. “We have to re-create the image we received of your friend.”