step, we were standing in front of the 7-11 convenience store—over a mile away from the restaurant! We had gone that distance in one step! Instinctively, we both looked at our watches. No time had gone by! When we went inside, I double-checked the time with the store’s wall clock. It also verified that mile-long journey from the restaurant to the store had occurred in a matter of seconds! We bought the water. In stunned silence, we returned to the hotel the normal way—we walked. Our return trek took about twenty minutes.
Back in my hotel room, Jerry spoke first, “Did you notice anything unusual on our walk to the 7-11?”
Of course, I had, but my mind was still spinning with the inexplicable wonder of it all. I mumbled under my breath, “It seemed to me, it didn’t take any time to go from the restaurant to the store.”
Jerry was also in a state of shock and disbelief. “I know. I checked the time when we got to the store. Zilch. Nada. No time had gone by. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“You know, Jerry, I have on rare occasions experienced time contracting and expanding in my life.”
“I have too, but not like this. Man, we went a mile in a split second! And, Keith, I don’t remember the trek to the store either. There were at least six streets to cross, each with a traffic light. I certainly noticed crossing the streets and waiting for the lights to change on the long way back!”
“Me, too. I can’t recall walking to the store at all. It was like just POP! and we were there, standing in front of the store. The time jump happened right when you asked me about St. Germain.”
That was it. St. Germain’s name was the key, the secret password, that literally opened the gates of Heaven on that balmy night in Florida. A soft, golden light began to fill the hotel room from one corner. From the other side of the room, a piercing violet light reached out to encircle us.
Both radiating energies felt safe to invite into my space. Jerry also slipped into a calm, relaxed posture on one of the beds.
“Do you see that yellow glow in the corner?” he asked me.
“Yes, do you see that purple light over there?” I asked right back.
“Yes, it feels extremely familiar, like I know it, like I’ve felt it before,” Jerry replied.
“Yeah, I do recognize the feeling, but I can’t tell you from where,” I agreed.
Soon the source of the two pulsating glows became all too apparent. The beams were emanating from two old friends coming to visit. Their calling cards were the lights radiating from the corners of the room. They were trying to announce themselves gracefully.
We should have known who it was. Given the portal we’d just gone through—the instant, one-mile jump in time and space at the drop of a name—who else could have pulled off such a stunt?
As my new friend and I simultaneously took a deep breath, we found ourselves fully aware of sitting in the presence of our oldest and dearest spiritual mentors, St. Germain for me and Jesus for Jerry. Jerry had encountered Ascended Master Jesus several times over the previous years—in a childhood lightning strike during which Jerry was unconscious for hours, and, later in life, in meditation and prayer.
Once we identified the sources of the emanations, Jerry and I felt very comfortable sitting with St. Germain and Jesus in the hotel room. The intimacy was intense, but ecstatic. St. Germain and Jesus conversed with us very informally, as casual friends, with great affection and humor. The masters spoke to us about our individual missions on Earth this lifetime and about our relationship to each other, to the Council of Ascended Masters and to God. In intricate, colorful detail, they painted the pictures of our futures: my friend and I would each teach our inner wisdom to large numbers of people around the world. Jerry would lecture and convey his truth in a more traditional, formal way. I’d develop a more egalitarian, flexible manner of presentation.
For an entire week our nonphysical mentors met with us in the hotel room each evening. Much of what they said I’d heard before from St. Germain, but never when I was in such an awake state. Jerry and I were very present and alert for each evening’s session. Previously, we’d both veiled over our meetings with our cosmic buddies, discounting or disguising the encounters by the next day. However, the fact that we met with our esteemed friends for several evenings—and that we were so conscious during these meetings—made these visitations impossible to deny or forget. Jerry and I have retained full recall of the information and the aura of grace that was bestowed on us that week.
Another factor in our lasting retention and acceptance of these extraordinary events was that it is now, finally, time on Earth to remember—to wake up, to know.
During the concluding evening’s conversation with our two enlightened friends, I discovered the meaning of a curious message that had been floating in my consciousness since my youth. Never before did I have a clue what the recurring soul memo meant. Finally, I knew in my heart the true import of the enigmatic phrase:
We are the failsafe seeds to ensure
the creation does not go on forever.
Repeating verbatim this inner message, our mentors reminded us of the design of our shared destiny with all of humanity. They elaborated:
“Within each of you humans is the failsafe seed of knowing how to undo this particular creation—this creation of being unconscious, of forgetting who you are and why you are here on Earth. Within each of you is the seed of knowing your unique plan and special purpose—your personal contribution to the unfolding of the collective plan. The seed of knowing is within you and when given the right environment at the predetermined time, the seed will sprout and grow.”
For Jerry and me the right environment and time were there and then in that hotel room. Our instantaneous one-mile leap in space had catapulted each of us into a new stage of personal, spiritual blossoming. This new arena was to be a public one. Events played out from that moment empowering Jerry and me to move into conscious public sharing of our distinctive skills and wisdom. The rest of this book is the story of the unfolding of my particular soul expression—from inner preparation to outer presentation.
And St. Germain has always been there behind the scenes, looking after me, coordinating my spiritual experiences, keeping me out of trouble in most cases, and getting me out of trouble when I follow the dictates of my outer personality instead of my soul.
You, too, can open to a divine dialogue and fun friendship with nonphysical teachers. They surround each of us all the time. To get the ball rolling all it takes from you is an invitation from the heart. When you find yourself in a quiet, relaxed, receptive state, simply ask for a communication, connection or exchange from your spirit guides. Give permission for their assistance. Welcome their love and encouragement. Your inner being will show you how. Your natural instincts know how to do it.
The interaction may begin as a sensation of warmth in your body or a faint glow in the corner of the room. You may sense a presence within you—or outside of you somewhere in your physical space. A new color, symbol or sound may show up in your meditation. A book or song may catch your attention. Our nonphysical friends use whatever avenues they can to reach out and get through to us.
The following stories offer some hints on how to begin your only true journey on Earth—the path back to your real self. You’re always in contact with your spirit friends, even when you’re not aware of them. You, too, have had extraordinary experiences since the day you were born. Allow your True Memory to return. Open yourself to the magic of your own multisensory awareness and let the good times roll!
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