Here's another story from the past. Directly after the angels entered my life, they led me to a school called the Alpha and Omega Order of Melchizedek. In a meditation with the angels, they gave me an address, 111-444 Fourth Avenue, Vancouver, Canada, and a man's name, David Livingstone. They instructed me to go to that address and talk to this man. I finally found the place, which was in an old industrial section of the city where there were warehouses and the like. T h e address itself was in an alley attached to an old rusty door with a freshly painted, colorful sign just above
the door that read: Alpha and Omega, Order of Melchizedek. David Living- stone was a real person, and 1 met him under very unusual conditions. He allowed me to learn in this school, where about 400 people were studying meditation. I learned many valuable lessons there, of which the following is but one. If you understand the meaning of this story, you will know the im- portance of the higher self in your spiritual growth.
There was a young man who lived in Japan, and he was communicating with his higher self through a form of automatic writing. This in itself is not unusual, but the language was not from this planet. It was composed of all these weird symbols and shapes with lines and dots placed seemingly at ran- dom. He acknowledged that this language was not human, yet he could both read it and speak it. But he knew no one to speak it with.
All instructions from his higher self came to him in this language, and he guided his life by them. He did whatever his higher self suggested, for the
truth of this being had been shown to him. He believed it completely. O n e day in 1972 his higher self told him to get in an airplane and fly to Vancouver, British Columbia, on a certain day at a certain time, then stand on a certain street corner and wait there. That's all the higher self said to do; he didn't know what was to happen after that. Because he believed it completely and always did whatever it said, like a child would with its par- ents (as long as it was morally right, of course), he bought the ticket, flew to Vancouver and found the street corner and waited. He had total faith.
On that day I was studying at the school, and David was in the same room. He looked down at his watch and said, "Oh yeah, he's going to be there soon." He told another man, "Go to this location," handing him a piece of paper, "to the southeast corner. There will be a Japanese man wait- ing there." He told the student the man's name and asked him to bring the Japanese man back to the school.
So the student went to this comer, walked up to the young Japanese man, calling him by name. All he said was, "Come with me, please," and led him back to the school. The Japanese man spoke English, but not very well. He was taken to this little room that was only about 10 feet square, where he was asked to wait. David told me that he wanted me to watch what was about to happen, so he brought me into that same room and said to me, "Okay, you stand there," pointing to a corner of the room.
After a while, David entered the room and addressed the Japanese man by his name. They had never met each other in their lives. David asked him a few simple everyday questions, such as what city are you from in Ja- pan and the like. When he finished his small talk with him, David told him, "Wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes." He asked me to stay with him, then he left. We just looked at each other.
A little while later a tall, beautiful woman quietly entered the room. I didn't know who she was. There were a lot of people in this organization, and I didn't know them all. She set up an easel up in front of the two of us, and over it was draped a piece of dark purple velvet that hid whatever was
underneath. The easel was probably about four feet square.
Then four young men silently walked in the door. Two stood on one side of the easel and two stood on the other. There was another long wait, with the six of us just standing there. Finally David came in. The Japanese man looked genuinely curious, showing no fear or confusion, but he asked, "Okay, what's this all about? What's going to happen here?" David didn't answer him, but just looked at him and lifted the piece of purple velvet off the easel. The Japanese man's eyes widened. Written all over the board was this young man's secret language—which, as far as he knew, no one in the world knew but himself.
Now, the Japanese man had not shown this language to anyone since his arrival in Canada. David hadn't seen the language, yet there it was, all over the easel. I don't know what it said, but the guy's eyes got about as big as pies, and all he could say was, "Ooohhh." Then, as if to increase the shock of seeing his secret language written by someone else, the four men stand- ing on either side of the easel began speaking to him in that language. When the first man spoke, the Japanese man looked as though he had gone into shock. He collapsed emotionally and began to cry and sob uncontrol- lably. The four men began to assure him that everything was all right—in his secret language, of course.
I'll bet there was a little piece of him that thought he might be nuts, you know, after these words had come from nowhere in a language that no one knew. Suddenly here was an incredible confirmation of the truth of his in- ner meditations. They were all from a particular planet somewhere, and they all knew exactly where. All of them went crazy with joy, particularly this Japanese man. He was so happy he could barely stand it. It was the be- ginning of an amazing adventure of life for him. I can't tell you what hap- pened after that because they asked me not to.
Anything is possible, absolutely anything. But you have to believe in yourself, you have to trust yourself and open up this innocent childlike quality within yourself. And if you do, it's a process that will reconnect all of you back into this wholeness, from which this kind of direct connection to God is very obtainable, I feel. It's an in-between step, I would say, in what is in the transcendental meditation aspect of things.