A couple of years ago I received a call from my daughter. She’s a Detention Officer at the Gallatin County Detention Center in Bozeman, MT and also the Corner for the county.
She asked for my help. She had received a call from the Sheriff’s Office that has jurisdiction over the area around Hurricane, UT. Apparently, her mother passed away. She lived by herself and was discovered by the deputies responding to a welfare check submitted by someone in her Mormon Stake (their name for a church).
She died of natural causes, but let’s just say the scene was an embarrassing mess. Vanessa was not expecting to deal with something like this and none of her mom’s siblings would help.
After thinking how unfair all of this was I told her she had me, but I couldn’t afford to fly there (fly into Las Vegas and then drive). So, the 27 hour drive began. I had a lot of mixed feelings about all of this including that this was not supposed to be the end of her life…not like this.
There was a lot to do when I arrived, but we all pitched in and managed to get it done. The day before her funeral, I was feeling so incredibly sad that I had to go for a drive around the city. It wasn’t long and I felt Barbara sitting next to me in the vehicle and I was being given hints where to turn. It didn’t take long I suddenly found myself sitting in the parking lot of her stake. That’s where I lost it.
Anyway, the next day, the trip back home began right after the funeral. My former sister-in-law, Helen, talked with me on and off along the way. I stopped in Flagstaff for the night.
The next day, it was strongly suggested that a drive to the four corners area to visit the Cheney National Monument would be good to get my mind off of things.
Upon arrival, I finally remembered this is where the Hopi Nation had built their classic adobe apartment-like homes. These sit in a deep valley with a river and extremely tall mountain very close.
One of the rangers, a Hopi native woman approached me and said something like, “You don’t have much time here to see everything. Follow the route to the canyon ridge and visit there seven observation points. You need to do this….”. Interesting….
I was making my way around the route she suggested when I ran into one that was called “Massacre Point.” As I approached, I noticed I could see their ancient home far below, but then something suddenly began to happen that became overwhelming.
It was as if a ton of rock plunged down upon my shoulders and upper body, I fell abruptly to me knees, then on all fours. I was crying in pain. It felt like I was being hit by something repeatedly.
Finally, it began to release me, but my energy was depleted. Others around me helped me up asking what happened and was I okay. I had no idea what to say other than my body seemed to be in one piece. Someone explained to me that the reason this was called Massacre Point was that back in the 1100’s, Spanish Conquistadors had waited for the men of the village to leave on a hunting trip.
When they left, the soldiers moved in, collected all of the women, children, and elderly. They were herded to this spot and were pushed over the edge (at least a 1,000 foot drop) to their death. One woman decided to fight and take her murderer over the edge with her. That’s when I thought maybe what I had experienced was the collective fear and pain of all of their deaths.
When I finally made it back to my vehicle, my energy returned, but now this experience added to everything else that was on my mind. I started driving with the intent of spending the night in ABQ, but just kept on driving.
By sunrise, I was in a small town in west Texas and had to stop. Instead of renting a hotel room, I just leaned the seat back in one of their parking lots and immediately fell into a deep sleep and was immediately taken someplace else. None of what I was seeing made any sense.
When I came back, I drove the remaining distance home and was in my own bed by noon. I slept until the next day absolutely devoid of any dreams that I could recall. The next day, all I could remember was that I had been to my ex-wife’s funeral and that was all.
A few months later, I attended Tom Campbell’s first “My Big TOE” course at TMI-Faber, VA. These were different exercises than the norm because Tom wanted students to experience how these OBE experiments began using just tones of a single frequency to test for impact and effectiveness.
During his fourth exercise, I began moving into an altered state when suddenly I felt two sets of hands grab me by the shoulders and jerk me….literally jerk me out of my body like I was getting the “bums rush.”
The guides took me into an ancient building/castle and down a large hall with walls made of dark oak and old pictures of people hanging on the walls. I saw us rushing down the hall with them still hanging onto my shoulders when suddenly we slammed through the wall at the end of the hallway. I hit my head on something and one of the guides said, “Boy, I’ll bet that hurt!” Funny…right? Ever thought of becoming a comedian on late night TV?
Anyway, we ended up in an arena that kind of reminded me of an open coliseum. I could see a lot of people wandering around. My guides took me to one small group and as I approached, I felt myself being drawn to one little girl who had wavy, rich brown hair, with deep blue eyes, and a knowing smile. She was just a baby of maybe three. I felt as if I had always loved her, but had not seen her for a very long time.
My guides let me go as they settled me down in front of her. She bean talking, explaining a lot of things, but i couldn’t resist picking her up and holding her on my lap. I missed her soooooooooo much…but why?
Then, a short woman, young and attractive…at least to men approached me standing very close looking up at me and said, “You came back?!” She couldn’t believe I was there with them.
Then it occurred to me, it was like a curtain had been raised…finally…this was my wife and the little girl was my daughter. Though I was happy to finally be with them, I was also extremely sad because I felt as if I had let them down by not being there with them.
We held each, cried, and never wanted to be separated again. But, my SG’s had a different idea. “It’s time to go,” I heard them say. I refused to let them go, but the SG’s had a way of making it happen and I was propelled back through the hall and pushed back into my body.
When I opened my eyes and realized where I was, I was a mess and exhausted. Again, all I could do was roll out of the CHEC Unit and fall on the floor. It took a while for my energy to come back and to get anchored.
Good thing Tom was available because I needed to talk with him. To say he was astounded would be an understatement. It’s just amazing the experiences a person can have during these exercises.
