Prologue. We have been promised a thousand years of
peace. We have also been told Jesus would send us a comforter. Where are we going to
find this comforter? When are they going to show up? And how can one man or woman make
a difference in this world? Really good questions. The Religions of the world have tried to answer
these questions. We have all had many tests with questions in our lives. I find it difficult
to answer those questions from outside sources. I have still walked the path and ask
ed the
same questions from my inner sources. This is what has come to my mind when I have searched
for answers through prayer and meditation. I believe prayer is talking to God, and meditation
is listening to God! I have tried to live the last twenty years in quiet. Allowing myself
time to hear. We read in the King James’ Version of the
Bible many things concerning the Comforter: John, 14:16 - And I will pray for the Father,
and he shall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you for
ever;
John, 14:26 - But the Comforter, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach
you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.
John, 15:26 - But when the Comforter comes, whom I will send unto you from the Father,
even the Spirit of truth, which proceeded from the Father, he shall testify of me:
John, 16:13 - Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into
all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he
shall hear, [that] shall
he speak: and he will shew you things to come. John 16:7 - Nevertheless I tell you the truth;
it is expedient for you that I go away: for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come
unto you; but if I depart, I will send him unto you.
This story is about a man named John Taylor. He has a degree in Business Administration
from the University of Washington, in Seattle and has enough credits to call himself an
Accountant with a minor in Finance. He is a third-generation
carpenter and for a decade
in his long life was a General Contractor. He has been married twice and has had nine
close calls with death in his life. He finds himself in Seattle again. First, he lost his
home to the OSO Slide on March 22, 2014. He was just getting settled when his neighbor
upstairs on March 22, 2018, had a health problem. The fire department estimated that the water
had been running for several hours before any evidence showed up downstairs. When the
ceiling released a few tons o
f water, it made a serious mess of John’s apartment. John
had an all-day meeting and came home being told he could not enter his apartment because
of the sheetrock and insulation had given way. John started listing what things he needed
and where they were at and informed the Fire Department he could not leave without them.
After an interesting discussion, the firemen went and got John’s list of items and loaded
them into John’s XB for him. John stayed in a hotel in Lynnwood and looked for somep
lace
cheap for three or four months. He found a single room in the University District in
Seattle. His money was not going to last so he looked for something that would pay him.
He asked some psychic friends and that is how he met Dr. Tom Holland during the middle
of May 2018. Once again, he was living in the University District in Seattle. It had
changed a lot since the early 1970’s, last time John had lived there for a long period. Chapter 1 Seattle, Washington:
Peter was walking home after hi
s martial arts class. Today he earned his brown belt. Ten
years of training and his instructor, Master Sun, told him in front of his dojo he was
far beyond his brown belt. He’d been held back because he hadn’t asked to be tested
during the last almost two and a half years since his mother’s sickness and death. Master
Sun looked at him and shared he’d been one of his most devoted students over the last
10 years and in front of all the dojo, Master Sun asked him if he would become the dojo’s
numbe
r one assistant. Peter realized he would be getting a paying job that would last him
through college. Peter talked with Dan just a few days ago.
Dan Phillips was current Assistant to Master Sun and set to get his BS from the University
of Washington and had been offered a paid internship with Boeing where he could work
part-time as an Aeronautical Engineer Assistant and continue working towards his MS at the
UW. Peter remembered when Dan had become the number one assistant seven years ago. Dan
h
ad been offered the position when his predecessor Jim had graduated from the UW and moved on
with life. As Peter was walking along smiling and thinking
that maybe he was finally in God’s favor he heard crying. It was faint, only a trained
ear could have heard it above the wind and city traffic. He decided to investigate. His
mind said it was familiar. It was May 27th, 2018 in Seattle and the temperature was 48
degrees but with the wind and rain, the chill factor was probably more like 30 or 35.
It
was possible to die of hypothermia if one was on the streets and not dressed properly.
He stopped and listened again. He was just turning the corner at 50th and Roosevelt cutting
through the grocery store parking lot. The wind was coming right at his back from the
west. The building that was home to him and his
dad was only three blocks towards the east on the corner of 50th and 15th Ave. NE. They
lived on the top floor in a six-story building. Their condo in the southwest corner shared
the f
loor with seven other units, making a total of forty residential units for the complex
with the street level dedicated to 10 commercial offices. The building had been scheduled to
be completed just before the downturn in the economy and only six of the units were occupied.
The builder and contractor had both gone bust and the second, third, and fourth floors were
only partially completed, and no one lived on those floors.
Peter saw Max, the neighborhood bully, along with two of his idiot buddies
. They were over
by the dumpsters, smoking half-used cigarettes. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with
them to make his way home. He was about to turn in that direction when he heard the muffled
cry again. He looked to his right and saw a lone figure huddled on the ground wrapped
in a heavy dark blue coat. He stopped for a second. The bundle was next to the building
behind a parked van in the grocery store’s parking lot.
Peter cleared his mind and asked, ‘Do I get involved?’ What his mind
heard surprised
him, “This is your soul’s companion!” Peter looked around wondering who had been
talking. It sounded like his dead mother. His mind got a picture of Patty, his neighbor
of long ago. Peter had learned to trust his instinct, so he asked, “Patty?”
The bundle moved. “PATTY?” a little louder this time.
The bundle lifted her face and looked at him. In a flash, she was on her feet and had wrapped
her arms around him. Peter had never been hit that hard in his life and thought maybe
he re
ally could play football as he fought to keep himself and Patty standing upright.
“Thank you, God. Oh, Peter, please help me, please.” Patty cried.
“Let’s get you out of the rain, you’re shivering.” Peter turned the two towards
home, “We live about three blocks from here.” “Wait, I got stuff.” Patty turned back
to where she’d been sitting. Patty had been sitting on a cloth travel case
that had wheels and had another large black plastic garbage bag full of items.
Peter picked up the plastic bag a
nd Patty grabbed the handle of the suitcase and the
two of them turned east in the direction of where Peter lived. Peter had been paying attention
to Patty on his left when he felt something to his right. He dropped the plastic bag and
crouched as one of Max’s buddies came running at him at full speed.
“Patty, get down!” Peter screamed. The first young man, a good 30 to 40 pounds
heavier than Peter seemed to take flight as he met Peter. Peter simply used the man’s
own inertia and a bit of lift.
The man came down hard about 15 feet from where Peter and
Patty were. Max’s buddy was in agony and Peter later heard that he’d snapped both
bones in his left forearm. He also had a bloody nose, along with knees, hands, and forehead.
Max’s second buddy came at Peter but tried to stop, so Peter helped him with a forearm
to the solar plexus, laying him out on his back, unconscious.
Max was next, and Peter had to dance with him for a few seconds before he too was down
and out. Max was not fully trai
ned but did know some techniques. Peter had always been
the smallest in his class and attracted bullies. Therefore, his father took him to the dojo
and signed him up to learn self-defense when Peter was six.
Peter looked over at the first victim and frowned when he saw Dan helping him to his
feet and out of the driving lane for the parking lot. Dan looked at Peter and smiled with a
nod. Patty was wrapped around Peter when Dan came
over to talk. “Sorry, you had to see that Dan.” Peter
shook his h
ead, “Just when I thought I had my life going well again.”
“Peter, are you concerned about Master Sun?” Dan smiled.
“Yeah, I know the rules, no fighting.” Peter choked.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself, about what he thinks this was?” Dan smiled and
looked towards the corner of the store where he had come from just seconds behind Peter.
Everyone saw a policeman and Master Sun coming towards them.
The policeman was on his radio calling for reinforcements. Soon Max and his buddies were
hauled away.
Patty was able to stay out of the limelight
and only had to give her name and contact information (Peter’s cell number) in case
they needed her testimony. Max and his buddies all had juvenile records
and had been warned to stay out of trouble. Dan, Master Sun, the policeman, and an old
guy with a Marine Corps cap all gave statements as to what they had witnessed.
Peter faced Master Sun. He bowed and spoke looking at Master Sun’s feet, “I have
broken your rules, Master Sun. I will remove myself
from your dojo tomorrow.” Peter said
in front of everyone. Master Sun looked first to the policeman and
then to Dan. He centered on Peter, “Am I mistaken, Peter? I did not see you throw a
blow or hurt anyone here in an aggressive manner. All that I observed were you defending
the safety of you and this young lady. Officer McCormick, did you see any threatening actions
taken by my young student here?” “No Master Sun,” Officer McCormick responded,
“He only did what he had to do to protect himself
and the young lady. Self-defense in
my book.” Peter did not look up.
“Dan?” Master Sun asked. “No Master Sun!” Dan almost laughed, “I
concur with Officer McCormick’s and your assessment.”
“I believe it is time for you to ask to receive your black belt. I request your father
is present when this is to be done. Please advise me when this can be accomplished.”
Master Sun said in his usual sing-song manner, “I expect my number one assistant to be
wise in what we have to teach. You are more than read
y! To defend oneself against four
times your weight is why I originally started my school. Someone else without your training
may have ended up near dead with the young lady taken.”
“Yes, sir!” Peter was able to breathe again.
“Master Sun, are these two young men an example of your training?” Officer McCormick
asked, looking at Dan and Peter. “Officer McCormick, I have only had a small
number of students reach beyond level one black belt status, you are looking at two
of the best.” Master Sun tu
rned as the paddy wagon was hauling Max and his buddies away.
“Although I can confide with you, none of my students have ever ended up where those
three are going.” “Master Sun, I will be there in the morning
with my two sons at 8:30 am.” Officer McCormick said as he shook hands all around.
“Officer McCormick, are you going to be able to stay and watch your sons tomorrow?”
Dan asked while glancing at Peter. Officer McCormick nodded.
Peter took the hint, “Sir it is best for the students if the en
tire family understands
what they are doing.” “I have a daughter who is three. What about
her?” Officer McCormick asked continuing to hang onto Peter’s hand as they shook.
Peter smiled, “Including their little sister, sir.”
Officer McCormick looked to Master Sun who smiled and nodded.
“I will make it so then.” Officer McCormick said as he released Peter’s hand.
The four stood quietly and watched as the last of the officers left and things went
back to normal. “Well grasshopper, will I see you at
eight?”
Master Sun asked as he looked at Peter. Peter bowed with his hands together, and a
big smile on his face, “Yes, Master Sun.” “Good, take care of Miss Donaldson, she
is very important to you.” Master Sun and Dan turned as one and moved so quickly, it
almost seemed as if they were floating. Within seconds, they had turned the corner of the
store and had disappeared heading south. Peter and Patty were still standing as Patty
asked, “How did he know my name?” “He looks into the future at ti
mes and knows things.”
Peter had the black bag as Patty grabbed her travel case, “He knew that Max was going
to be here today and without Master Sun and Dan finding and bringing Officer McCormick,
I too, may have been arrested for assault.” “Oh,” Patty said.
Instead of going to Peter’s condo, Peter took Patty into a nearby Starbucks.
Once they had ordered and had taken up residence at Peter’s favorite table, Peter asked,
“Why are you here Patty? What’s going on?”
“That girl has the hots for you.
” Patty looked in the direction of the counter where
a good-looking girl with a name tag saying “Sandy” was working.
Peter choked on his coffee, sputtering, Peter said, “That’s not what I was expecting
you to say.” After Peter got control of himself again after wiping coffee from his
nose, “What happened Patty? It looks like you’re running away.” Peter noticed tears
starting to form in Patty’s eyes. Patty took a bite of her pastry and a drink
of her hot chocolate and felt the first real food in
a day and a half, “Sorry Peter,
this is the first thing I’ve eaten in a while.” Peter took half of his banana bread
and moved it to Patty’s paper plate. “We’ll stop and get you a burger or something
on the way home.” Peter thought about how he had said home. His unsaid meaning was ‘our’
home. “I ... I think my sister is gone. I think
she was taken ... No, I think she was sold to some bad men.” Patty’s sister was her
stepsister. Jenny was six months older than Patty and they seldom did anything t
ogether
and ran in different crowds, even though they were in the same class together. “It started
two weeks ago, mom found some stuff in Jenny’s room and they had a really bad fight. It was
dinner time and she hit mom in the face and bloodied her nose and she even pulled a steak
knife on dad. Dad took it away from her and threw her across
the dining room so hard that when she hit the wall, a picture fell off and broke.”
Tears were streaming down Patty’s face now. “Dad was so mad; I thought the
chair was
going to break when he slammed her into it. “He told mom to get some rope and Jenny
tried to make a break for it and dad hit her so hard with his open hand across her face,
it sounded like ... like a gun going off. All the time, Jenny was saying over and over
that the stuff was not hers.” “Is she alright?” Sandy interrupted with
a heated jelly roll in her hand while looking at Patty. Sandy had been trying to get this
good-looking guy to notice her for a while now. It took her almost a
year to find out
he was into martial arts and even gone to the same high school as she had. Sandy motioned
with the paper plate with the jelly roll and Peter nodded his head.
Peter said, “Thanks. I’m a friend, we use to live next to each since we were three
or four years old, and she was there for me when my mom died two years ago.”
“That’s when you moved into this neighborhood,” Sandy said, sitting down next to Patty and
putting her arms around her. Sandy asked Peter without making a sound, “na
me?”
“Dad and I couldn’t stand living in mom’s house, so we sold it and moved nearby.”
Peter added, “Patty is the sister I never had.”
“What’s wrong, Patty?” Sandy hugged her.
“I think they sold my sister and I overheard them talking to the same guy again, I think
his name is Rasmussen ... And they mentioned my name ... I think they are going to sell
me too.” With that, the stress of two days came to a head and Patty cried her eyes out.
When she became aware again, she was sandwiched between Pet
er and Sandy.
“Do you have a place to hide her?” Sandy asked looking over Patty at Peter.
“Yes, I have the perfect spot.” Peter nodded.
“Get her off the street, don’t let her pop up again for at least two weeks or maybe
even a month.” Sandy was thinking as she went, “Don’t break your routine, like
coffee in here Sunday mornings, school, and your martial arts training.” Sandy thought
for a minute, “In two weeks, after she becomes less hot, maybe I can bring my uncle into
this and he can help. How
old are you Patty?” “Fifteen ... I’ll be sixteen in a few
days, May 21st.” Patty had gathered up all the napkins and was wiping her eyes.
“Why would your parents sell you?” Peter asked, “Or your sister?”
“They’ve been doing drugs.” Patty choked, “Dad doesn’t have a job anymore. My stepsister
and I didn’t get along, but she wasn’t into drugs. Jenny kept accusing them of planting
the drugs!” “Would they really do that?” Peter asked,
“I thought your dad was on medical leave?” “He was suspended bec
ause he tested positive
for drugs. They just told everyone it was medical leave. All last year, first he was
into counseling and then he went to a rehab place, and then when he tested positive for
the third or fourth time, he was terminated or blacklisted or whatever they call it. And
I think we are about to lose our home.” “When mom died, dad drank for a month and
before he went back to work, he went in and got his own test. He didn’t drink for three
days, just coffee and water for three days a
nd a lot of vitamin C.” Peter looked off
into space as he thought out loud. His dad had been working 12-hour days, seven days
a week ever since. His dad had buried himself in work five weeks after his mom had passed
away with cancer. Peter remembered, “She was fine one day
and then she went through a time of being tired and then she went to the doctor and
after that, she went to more tests and then they were told she had cancer and then more
tests and then she died. All within six months.” “What
does your dad do?” Sandy asked.
“You’ve seen those giant cranes down at the waterfront that loads and unloads ships?”
Peter asked. “Oh!” Sandy looked to Patty, “Your dad?”
“He use to run crews unloading the ships.” Patty sniffled, “With Peter’s dad.”
“Okay.” Sandy looked at her watch, “Yipes, you guys need to scoot, now.” Sandy said,
“My uncle is a detective on the Seattle Police force, and this is his beat, and he
usually comes in around 6:00 for coffee and a pastry.”
Peter and Patty made read
y to go as Sandy brought a plastic bag to put the uneaten pastry
and banana bread into, “Peter, better not tell your dad. They still might be close,”
Sandy shared. “Thanks, I agree. Better safe than sorry!”
Peter picked up the pastries and black bag, “Thanks, Sandy.” As Peter and Patty left
the coffee shop, he turned his awareness on and opened all his senses to feel any threats
or even if anybody was watching. They only had four blocks to go, and he was going to
use his key to enter the emergen
cy exit at the back of their condo building instead of
the more frequently used front entrance on 50th street. It would mean using the stairs,
but there was a good chance no one would see them once they made it into the building.
They crossed 50th street and headed south on Roosevelt and then east on 49th Street,
“Patty, give me your suitcase, and walk ahead of me about half a block. No one is
looking for a runaway guy, but they might be for a runaway girl.”
“Where are we going?” Patty asked. Pe
ter pointed east, “See that six-story
building, two blocks over? Just go straight until you see the regular door next to a garage
door.” Peter backed the two of them up the little-used residential part of 49th street
so they were not on the corner in plain view unless someone was driving through the intersection.
Patty moved to the corner and headed across the three lanes of Roosevelt as the traffic
headed south. Peter held his breath as his friend made it to safety by just a slim margin
of not
being hit by a truck. As Peter saw Patty waiting for him half a block away, it
was his turn to cross. The traffic seemed to eliminate any possibility of safely making
it across. “Shall we go together?” An older man with
white hair and a white beard asked. Peter noticed where some people might have dark
circles around the eyes, this man had almost white circles. The man had a Marine Corps
cap on. Peter thought he looked familiar, but for the moment could not place where he
had seen him. “Sure Fat
h...” Peter started to answer.
“You may call me Father John if you so choose.” Father John smiled, “Although we have had
many names over eons of time, my name during this lifetime has been John ... John Taylor.”
“Are you a minister?” Peter asked as they shook hands.
The giggle that Peter heard was almost drum-like as he nodded his head yes, “Like you I am
simply a Child of God, making his way home. My intention is simply to help a few others
by pointing the way.” When the two of them stepped to
the top of
the curb, Peter felt almost as if a miracle had been performed. The traffic stopped and
allowed them a safe crossing. As soon as they were across the street, Peter looked back
and did not understand how all three lanes of traffic seemed to be moving at the speed
limit. Peter shook his head and continued. He was glad to see Patty moving ahead of them
in the right direction. “What do you do for a living Father John?” Peter asked.
“I’m a retired accountant, but I’m also a third-generatio
n carpenter and I always
will be a carpenter at heart. I’m following another carpenter of long ago.” John shared
and then asked, “What do you want to be when you finish college?”
“I don’t know. My mom died two years ago, and since then, time feels like it has stood
still.” Peter shared. “Didn’t you want to study all the religions
of the world once upon a time?” Father John asked.
“I did once, but if I become an engineer, I can make a lot more money.” Peter shared
as he looked in the direction of
Patty. “Follow your dreams, you will have no concerns
for money!” Father John stopped at the next corner and looked at Peter when he said this.
Peter quietly said, “Wow!” He glanced again at Patty thinking about what he really
wanted to do in this life, “Father John, you don’t even know my name.”
“I believe your name is Peter, although that is what I called you long ago in another
time, another life!” Father John smiled as Peter confirmed with a nod of his head.
Peter and Father John continued
without incident until they reached the corner of Peter’s
building. “In three days, you will be confronted with
two armed men. You cannot take them in a head-on battle, you must wait until they have their
guard down. Your abilities are better than the bigger of the two, but the smaller man
is equal to or better than you. Be patient, and then be ruthless. These two men are wanted
in other states for major offenses. Take care of the young lady and tell her to
take notes. Her name will be on a book
very soon. Your mother is very proud of you and
says to tell you she loves you and says to tell you June 21, 2016, 10:00 AM, so you would
understand.” The gentle old man brought his two hands together as if he was going
to pray and slightly bowed his head, “Blessings and Namaste!” He then turned north toward
the front of the building. Peter stood there for a moment totally in
awe. He had been hit by Max twice and that pain was gone. Each time his hand had touched
Father John’s he had felt an el
ectrical charge go through him. He also had a feeling
that everything was going to be all right no matter what. Peter was still looking north
even though the old man had made 50th street and had turned right to the front of the building,
disappearing from Peter’s view. “Peter, are you, all right?” Patty asked
as she touched his right arm. “He gave me a message that my mother was
very proud of me and that she loves me.” Peter said only turning to look at Patty as
he said, “She loves me.” “How do
you know if the message was from
your mother?” Patty asked frowning as she took the handle of the suitcase.
“The message from mom also included the date and time that she died,” Peter said
as if in a daze. “Was that in the newspaper?” Patty asked as they headed towards the back
door. “The date, but not the time,” Peter said
as he reached into his pocket for his keys. When he had the door open, he and Patty looked
at each other for a minute. He finally shook himself and moved the two of them thro
ugh
the door and up the stairs to the first landing. Patty saw the light switch and turned it on.
Nothing happened. The only light came from a series of small windows, one placed above
each landing. “The contractor and the owner have both
gone bankrupt. The building is not finished. There is nobody on the second floor and I
should be able to hide you there.” Peter took them down a poorly lit hallway and then
looked around and put his key into the lock of one of the eight doors. “I use this apart
ment
as my personal space.” Peter led Patty into an unfinished unit. There
wasn’t even a number affixed to the door. The walls were unpainted, and scraps of carpet
partially covered the floor, “I put the doors on and laid the carpet on the floor,
so I could do tumbles and practice falls. There are only two lights that work, but the
kitchen all works, and the heat works.” Patty was standing on the unrolled carpet
that covered the main room. She followed Peter’s action as he took his tennis shoes
off before
he stepped up onto the thick layer of the unrolled carpet, “There are three layers
of padding and two layers of carpet here.” “It will make a nice bed. I didn’t get
any sleep last night.” Patty said as she yawned.
“I’ll go to the store and get you some things to eat.” Peter shared as Patty dumped
her black bag out onto the carpet. She had a small blanket, a pillow, and a teddy bear
that Peter had given her as a birthday present when she was ten. Also, the black bag was
a backpack that
had seen better days. One of the shoulder straps was ripped off and
just hung pointing to the floor when Patty moved it.
With the bear under her arm, Patty came over and kissed Peter on the cheek. The bear was
caught between them when she hugged him. Both Patty and Peter jumped when they heard a knocking
that seemed just a bit too quiet for the door to the apartment where they were. They overheard
voices from the floor below. “Hello, Mr. Taylor. Come on in and have
a seat.” “Thank you, Dr. Roll
ins, for seeing me this
late at night.” Patty whispered, “Peter, what’s going
on, who is Dr. Rollins?” “Call me Tom. May I call you John?”
“John is fine.” “If you could please take a few minutes
to fill this out. While you do that, can I fix you some tea?”
“That would be great Tom.” Peter took Patty into one of the bedrooms
where they could not hear the conversation going on below them, “I’m sorry Patty
... no, wait for a second Mr. Taylor ... John ... must be that Father John guy...” Peter
shoo
k and pulled Patty into another hug. “That Father John guy told me to have you take good
notes because you would be writing a book with the information. I’ve only heard voices
a couple of times before. Over by the window is still open to the floor below, remember
the contractor went bust before a lot of things were finished.”
“A book? Wow, I do like to write. Okay, while you are at the store you had better
get me some more notepads too. Please. I’m sorry I don’t have any money, Peter.”
“Dad has
been giving me money to pay the bills and buy food. He gives me extra and
I have been earning some at the dojo as the janitor and part-time teacher and now I’m
going to be getting a job as one of Master Sun’s assistants. I’m okay with money,
but I have to go to work in the morning. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Maybe some breakfast bars and those bottled coffee drinks.” Patty thought and added,
“Maybe some lunch meat and bread, so I can make a sandwich for lunch.”
“Okay. Be back soon.” Peter
headed for the door. At the door, he turned and smiled
at Patty, “Everything is all right!” Patty smiled, “I know, and I owe you my
life!” Peter smiled back and turned and left.
Patty made her way back into the main room. She opened her backpack and took out a well-used
notepad and several pens. She had taken off her coat and now put it around her shoulders
as she figured out where the best spot to listen to the conversation from the office
below would be. She also took out her good old laptop
and plugged it in.
“John, do you take anything in your tea?” “I apologize for only having Earl Grey.
I only use this office for my past life research. The grant funding this research requires I
have certain overhead, and this is a lot easier for me to get to. I only live a few blocks
from here. I tape our sessions and have them transcribed and I will give you a copy of
the transcriptions once they are typed up. The grant will cover ten sessions, although
if there appears to be additional interes
ting information, I can expand it to 20 or even
30 sessions.” “Tom, do you have someone to type up our
sessions?” “No, not yet. I thought by offering $10
per hour to be able to work either here or at home, that I would have had several of
the UW students to choose from, but as it turns out, nobody applied.
“I just met a young lady who during a past life was Perpetua, St. Peter’s wife. I’m
sure she would be interested in making a few dollars on the side.”
“You ... you’re certain she is, or she wa
s Peter’s wife?”
“Yes! Very certain, just as I am certain that you are an expression of the Doubting
Thomas!” “Oh, you are perceptive. My wife does not
even know that little tidbit. That’s right, Nancy the psychic did suggest I use you in
my research. Did Nancy tell you that I was the Doubting Thomas?” “No, she simply
said that I was, to begin with, you!” John paused, “Are there any restrictions in my
using whatever comes from this research, say, in some sort of publication?”
“None, my grantor w
ants whatever we find to be made public.”
“How do we begin?” “When we met on Saturday, I laid the primary
hypnotic regression taking you down through the alpha level into the theta state of your
subconscious mind. Tonight, I will first get you comfortable and then put you into a deep,
deep trance back to where we were on Saturday.” Patty had tears in her eyes again for the
umpteenth time in two days, only this time it felt like she was getting some answers
and they were happy tears. Maybe, just
maybe, Peter is correct, and everything was going
to be all right. Patty’s back straightened, and her shoulders squared as she felt her
resolve firm up. How would she be able to tell Peter that she was either very sick or
maybe with a child? That seemed so impossible since her hymen was still intact. Although
that dream with the angel still bothered her. Hopefully, it was because she couldn’t stomach
what in hell was going on with her family. Doctor Rollins quietly lead Father John to
a special
place and then into another golden place. After many minutes of the quiet talking,
Doctor Rollins said, “Let’s take you back to the first time you were incarnated on this
planet.” “Yes, we have the entire Akashic Record
for this individual.” “What ... Who am I talking to?” This was
not in the rule book regarding the regression of patients. This voice was different from
John Taylor’s. Dr. Rollins’ first thought was to call the whole thing off, except Nancy
had told him he would be involved with s
omething important.
“We are known as the White Eagle. We are a group of souls that work in the fifth dimension
with the one that carries the name White Eagle. Long ago White Eagle was the chief and medicine
man of the Malecite Indian nation located in and around St. John, Canada, on the East
Coast on the Bay of Fundy. This incarnation was during your 3rd century before the red
man met the white man.” “Is there a connection between this individual
here now with me, and you?” “Yes, we are one and
the same.”
“Have there been other incarnations on this planet?”
“Yes” “We are looking for information, can you
elaborate on the answers, please?” “Yes, we have incarnated into the third-density
and or the third dimension 392 times on planet Earth during the last cycle.”
“Cycle? What is a cycle?” “A cycle is made up of three Great Years
which are equal to 25,800 earth years each. This cycle ended on December 21, 2012.
“In Revelations Chapter 20, John the Beloved spoke of a ‘thousand years of peac
e.’
When will this begin?” “It is in transition and began with the
ending of this cycle. Graduation is upon you. Ascension is a necessary step to becoming
a Christ-level Being. Jesus was the example and now it is time for the people of planet
Earth to ascend. This transitional period will be 30 or so years longer with the planet
ascending into the fourth dimension. Your Bible calls this Heaven on Earth. A Comforter
will emerge and help rid the planet of the negativity to allow this to happen.
Do
ctor Tom had some prepared questions, and he shook his head and decided to move on.
“Have any of those lifetimes been cut short where the life was ended before reaching the
age of 16?” “Yes, 42 lifetimes have been cut short because
the probability of success for that life had reached zero and only the possibilities of
negative karma were present. Seventeen times the entity was sacrificed for the benefit
of the community.” “Of the other 350 or so lives, have there
been any as a slave, as a black
person, as a person of Asian descent, as an American
Indian and what percent as a male and as a female?”
“Thirteen times this aspect has known slavery. Ten of those times the entity was born into
slavery, twelve times the entity died as a slave. This entity was of the black race six
times, the Asian races a total of sixteen times, Mongolian three, Tibetan five, Japanese
once, Chinese five, Cambodian twice, the American Indian fourteen times, the Atlanteans seventeen
times, the Lemurians twenty-o
ne times, the Mayans six times, the Aztecs four times, as
a European seventeen times, as a South American three times, as a modern American six times,
a South Pacific Islander four times. This only covers the last 5,159 or so years. Although
since coming here from Mars this expression has been a male 320 times, as a female 72
times. Does this fulfill the question?” “Yes, for now, I will want to explore more
later. Thank You. Oh, have you ever had a life in Australia?
“Yes! But it did not meet pr
imary intention.” “What is the primary intention?”
“We came to Earth to continue to accomplish the lessons started on Mars. To recognize
that all are children of God and all on the planet at this time can ascend to the 4th
density and or dimension.” “What are the requirements to ascend at
this time?” “To love self, to love all others, to love
our father, and to choose to Ascend. One has to be 51% positive.”
“Will children Ascend?” “As a general rule, the children will have
a much easier time tha
n adults.” “Back to the entity that is here, has the
entity been to war? Or been in battles?” “During 200 lifetimes this has been true.”
“How many times has this entity showed up in history?”
“We see the entity as front man on forty or more occasions but has supported others
behind the scenes during almost all of his other lives.”
“Why has the entity worked behind the scenes so often?”
“To accumulate what you would call IOUs or credits that he could cash, to ensure maximizing
the result at this
time. Those lifetimes where he did step forward, were to make major changes
in the direction society was headed. Often, as a result, the love he has created overshadowed
the hate and fear created.” “How many times has this entity ascended
on this dimension on this Earth?” “Three times. As a support to Moses, as
support to Buddha, and as support to Jesus.” “During the life of Jesus, who was he?”
“He was known as John, the beloved of Jesus. Son of John Zebedee and Salome, sister to
Mary. Brother t
o James and cousin to Jesus and James and cousin to John the Baptist.”
Did he write the Book of John in the Bible and Revelations?”
“Yes, he wrote the Book of John, but he dictated the book of Revelations to his disciple
Prochorus who in a previous life was Peter’s wife Perpetua, who is now known as Patty and
will play an important role in the future.” “Why was there such a difference in writing
styles between the Book of John and Revelations?” “Book of John was written by John in 32
A.D. during
desperate times with much fear and Revelations was dictated during 73 A.D.
when John believed he was being protected by God.”
“During the time of Moses, who was he?” “Joshua.”
“Wait, if you are saying that Joshua ascended. Who then led the Israelites to the promised
land?” “Joshua had a son also known as Joshua.
He was also known as Adam, and Jesus.” “So, John and Jesus were together during
the time of Moses as father and son?” “Yes, that is correct.”
“Have John and Jesus been father and son be
fore or since?”
“As Adam and the one called Abel.” “Wow, who was John during the time of Buddha?”
“The world does not know of this one then. He was called Buddha Sand by those around
him.” “During the time of Jesus, when and where
did he ascend?” “When John the Beloved reached 100 years
he left for the Himalayas and resided there for an additional 57 years before ascending.”
“Is there a better name to call this entity at this time?”
“This entity has come to be known as the Comforter. He has come
to be the return of
John as prophesied by Jesus. He will be known as John the Christ, the Water Bearer, for
the Age of Aquarius. Jesus called this man Johannine Boanerges. The world will know him
as John the Christ, The Comforter!” “Why were John and James called Sons of
Thunder?” “Because John Zebedee the senior was an
expression of Thor.” “Then are you an aspect of Thor?”
“No, we are not. You will find this one as Apollo in your mythology.”
“If John was Apollo, then who was Zeus?” “Jesus!”
“C
an you show this doubting Thomas a sign, like a lightning bolt hitting the center of
the street?” BOOM!
The good doctor found himself on the floor. The lights blinked twice, but then stayed
on. Emergency services got several phone calls and Seattle City Light had to send out emergency
crews to restore the three transformers shorted out nearby on 50th NE. The police shut down
the street and rerouted traffic until they were replaced. The only reason the building
still had power was its power feed
came from 49th St. NE.
“Doctor Rollins, are you, all right? What happened? Why are you under your desk?”
“I think I spilled my tea.” Patty would have been looking right at it,
except Peter had the blinds in the closed position on all the windows. Even so, the
entire condo lit up and the thunder rattled everything. Patty wrapped her coat around
herself and peeked out in case there was another lightning bolt. She heard what the doctor
had asked for and had seen the result. She started to count the
things that could be
considered miracles but was almost asleep when Peter came in.
“Hi, did you see the thunder and lightning?” Peter asked.
“Uh-huh,” Patty said. Peter got on his knees and asked, “Are you
all right Patty?” “Yes, you told me I was going to be,”
Patty answered with a big smile. “Going to be what?” Peter frowned.
“All right, you said I was going to be all right.” Patty snickered as she looked at
Peter’s confused face. “Did you see the lightning?” Peter asked.
“Yes, it was right o
utside the window.” Patty pointed to the north-facing window.
The two kids went over to the window and peeked out. They didn’t recognize the glow in the
middle of the street. It looked like a reflection of a streetlight in a puddle of rainwater.
Only the streetlights had not come on yet. The sun was in the western sky still two hours
before total darkness. “Come see what I got for you.” Peter moved
away from the window and turned on the light over the stove. He proceeded to pull out a
loaf of wh
ole wheat bread, six cans of tuna, six each of tomato and chicken noodle soup,
turkey lunch meat with a small jar of mustard, and another quart size jar of mayo. Two boxes
of breakfast bars, a can opener, and a package of plastic spoons, knives, and forks. In another
sack was a six-pack of assorted coffee drinks. In another grocery sack, he had six bananas
and a bag of purple seedless grapes. “Oh, Peter!” Patty threw her arms around
Peter’s head and planted a long loving kiss on his lips, “Thank
you, I can survive for
a week on this. “I also brought you this.” He picked up
another plastic grocery sack that held a four-pack of toilet paper, a bar of soap, plastic bowls
and toothbrush and toothpaste. The last item out was a small digital recorder with a flash
drive, “Father John asked if you would be willing to transcribe this. He said he would
make sure you got $20 for each session and the next one is next Friday.”
Patty slumped to the floor. “Are you alright?” Peter asked as he knelt
n
ext to Patty. “Uh-huh, I always do that whenever I see
three or four miracles happen in one day.” Patty giggled.
“Miracles, what?” Peter asked. “First I was trying to find you and you
found me. Then you saved me from those guys on the street.” Patty shivered, “Those
bad guys, then Dr. Holland?” “Dr. Rollins.” Peter corrected.
“Right, then Dr. Rollins asked Father John for a lightning bolt right where it happened
and then you bring me the ideal job that I can do and still stay hidden.” Patty chuc
kled.
“Dr. Rollins asked Father John for a lightning bolt?” Peter asked.
“Yes, Dr. Tom Rollins was the doubting Thomas, and our Father John was John the Beloved and
an expression of Apollo and that is why John and James were called Sons of Thunder because
their father was an expression of Thor. So, Dr. Tom asked for a demonstration of a lightning
bolt and bang, it happened just as he finished asking for it.”
“Patty, I just had a shiver go through me. I think this Father John maybe some sort of
p
rophet.” Peter shivered again, “We may be in danger. Society often kills messiahs
and prophets and all their disciples. Even John the Baptist got his head chopped off.”
“Peter, I think we need to do this.” With Peter’s help, Patty got back to her feet.
“Just by being near him, we have seen four miracles today.”
“Jesus did all kinds of miracles and they still nailed him to a cross. What else did
you hear?” Peter asked. Patty looked down, “St. Peter had a wife
and her name was Perpetua.” Patty sto
od straight, “My legal name is Perpetua.”
Patty was moving to her bag. In it was her birth certificate. She handed it to Peter,
“I think we planned to be together ... again.” Patty put her arms around Peter and rested
her head against his chest as he studied the birth certificate.
“Patty, three times today, I have had messages about you, first from Master Sun, then again
from Father John and now again, it sounded like my mother, “Take care of Patty, she
is important to you.” Peter inhaled, “I gu
ess I can add to the miracle list with Master
Sun and Dan showing up when they did and me getting a job that, with a few loans and or
a scholarship or two, will put you and me through college.”
Peter did not want to worry Patty, but he was very concerned about his dad and those
that may be looking for Patty.
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