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In the early morning
hours after five O’clock I glided under a heavy
overcast sky. It was so very quiet , I paddled in peace
knowing I was on my way to respond to the only thing
that would draw me out of my Father’s all enveloping
Love that held me on the island; that was to bring
the touch of His all enveloping Love to as many as would
receive it.
As I paddled up the tundra river it was peaceful without
the sound of a bird or beaver; the only sound was the
rhythmic soft splash made by paddling steadily up stream.
I knew the timing would be close as it would take a
few hours to make land fall near the boat launch nearest
the tundra river’s terminus. But how would I handle
the reality of what happened to me on the island? How
would I convince others of the power of Love found in
the forces of nature’s sun, clouds, wind, waters
as well as death and life? Most people speak of love
as a “warm fuzzy” feeling or what children
sense from parents who truly care; always being described
as something people can feel but can’t see or
touch, most frequently associated with a physical person.
However,most people can say they know that their spouse,
mother, father or grandparent loves them even when they
are not there with them, however trying to tell people
about a very pure Love that was experienced on a tiny
island in the middle of a vast glacial river would be
easy if I just said I turned around and saw my father
standing there. Most readers would wonder how in the
world someone's father could happen to be on a tiny
island all of the sudden. It’s perhaps easiest
to explain by referring the reader to the last time
they were with someone who loved them very deeply and
unconditionally. Now imagine being with this person
and feeling this love without touching them. You are
looking at them without touching them and know they
love you. The next step would simply be to close your
eyes and ask the question, “Without touching and
seeing the person, does that make love go away? Most
people recognize that love is a wonderful feeling we
have inside and it doesn't require seeing the person
or touching them, if it does, it most likely means one of two things, either we are a child that needs to be held in a purely non-sensual manner to provide them with comfort and security or if we are adults physical dependent contact for what is claimed to be "love" is actually the counterfeit frequently confused
by people after puberty known as lust.
The task is to explain to people that what I experienced
on that island was a warm caring Love which wasn't disembodied;
there was definitely someone there but I just couldn't
get my eyes open to see through this Love veiled in
Light. It would be like me saying the person who loves
me is right there in front of me but when I go to look
I see the sun rise and the light is so bright that I’m
not able to see them. It’s only when I looked
for my Father that I saw a Light and it was very bright
but didn’t hurt my eyes. My Father hides in the
light and it was simply my inability to see beyond the
brightness that dazzled my vision making it impossible
to see Him. I remember hearing stories while growing
up regarding native American Indians speaking about
this presence in nature as The Great Spirit. My Father,
or as the second grader corrected me by referring to
Him as "Our Father" is not some amorphous
being but just as real as someone we can touch. It certainly
wasn't by my own flailing efforts that I survived the
waters of a flood plain where nothing lives and it certainly
wasn't the prospects of re-entering the churning dark
chilling waters to write this down that motivated me
to leave the island that now makes me think may have
been a mistake.
Yesterday I had another chance to share this story
with important people in a way that these people could understand. I told them about the peaceful
waters of the tundra river they know about very well
and I told them about the frightening waters of the
glacial river that most don't know about because of
its location and the fact that since nothing lives there
and its very dangerous, it's not a local attraction
but a dark place forgotten in the minds of locals. The important people sat listening very carefully and had many questions.
At the end of the story I asked them a question; what
they said was a pleasant surprise.
The
Conversation
This
day I had the most amazing conversation with a fellow traveler in
time. This particular conversation came shortly after retelling the
story from the Convergence to a group of special people. Once again I
discovered that the simple mention of events just before the island
and during the morning of the second day caused eyes to grow brighter
and wider with awe and wonder. Not able to finish the details of events associated with the
second day, the more than 20 people who had gathered for this story
came to the simultaneous unified understanding of how I was saved
from death and exactly who had helped me.
Now
comes the continued mystery. I have discovered in the writing of the
Convergence that without consciously realizing it, I find a voice in
the story that is unique and not my own. This voice in the story
begins in a very
imperceptible
way
at the beginning of chapter one and grows in amplitude and clarity by
chapter eight after which it begins to fade and diminish from chapter
eight to the end. Every time I proof read this story I can recognize
the unmistakable voice of the Love and the person I met on the
island; and if it is heard in the writing, then there is no doubt
that I didn't depart the island alone and for certain there is a
return but by what path I can not know. Part of this mysterious path
is known only by the unique people who discern the direct Source of
the energy, modulator or as they are so prone to do, express the
recognition of Love by an incredibly unambiguous pronoun; out of
respect for those I honor I will never betray their trust by exposing
what they see so easily and yet so far there has been no one outside
their unique connection as a group of travelers in time who show
knowledge of this Love.
The
unique conversation I can share as it was so very precious. As the
members of the group followed the natural signals to disband, a few
others lingered asking questions. Many of the questions had to do
with the curiosity associated with the painful screws I showed them
in an x-ray image. They recognized that it didn't belong there and
offered very simple ways to remove the problem; though their
knowledge of the very painful titanium screws and rods holding my
lower spine together was shown just before the Convergence story, it
was revealed to me through their unique insights and ability to hear
“the voice” they began to put two stories together which I never
could. They found a connection between the painfully debilitating
screws and rods in my spine and my journey to the Convergence,
something I had never considered. In their recognition of a causal
connection, I was given yet one more piece to a puzzle that defines
my future which validates various assumptions and speculations I have
had for the reason I was permitted to enter that which to my
knowledge has never been written about although I know for certain
many who have gone before me and like all who normally enter into
that Perfect Peaceful Presence, few ever return. I know it is
fortunate to have this chance because knowing just a tiny bit about a
certain world allows me the equal certainty that I will be able to
accomplish my mission in this world before departure but so much more
so after my departure.
You
breath in the air that keeps you alive and it fixes you always to one
place in space and time, which is that place where you receive your
breath; however, when the day comes to release the breath of life for
those who have been born by rising out of the chilling waters into
the Light; when they can no longer take in a breath at a single point
in time and space, they will become like the Source from which they
drew their breath and in so doing become one with a Breath of Life
that is unbound and and unrestricted; like The Source of Breath they
will move like the wind and thus fulfill all my Love has said, “Those
who become one with the Breath of Life, move like the wind, those in
the physical world can never tell where they come from or where they
are going.”
The
meeting was over and as I was saying, everyone disbanded going each
their way save one. He asked me if I was going to remain or go back?
I told him I believed it was conditional upon my ability to continue
to meet with them; in this secret fellowship of whom many are under
attack in this world. He asked me what it was like and I proceeded
to tell him the details of what happened on the second day. When he
heard the words he turned and earnestly asked the following, “When
you go back please take me with you.” I tried to tell him that he
had a mission to complete by helping others to reach out and touch
the hands, face and heart of Our Father.
The
most amazing thing about all these meetings is the fact that I only
tell them a few simple truths about how I found a place for my tent,
and how I fell into an icy silt filled river by accident only to rise
up out of the depths to see all of the clouds in the sky part to let
the warm sun light come flooding down to warm the air and to the
point where I thought I was on a beach in Florida in the midst of a
hot summer. Most frequently by the time I tell them about the area
for my tent being illuminated by the spot of sun light the majority
instantly know everything about the amazing personality I met of the
island. The other unique thing about their revelation is the single
unity of understanding that comes simultaneously which can be
followed by others who are so attuned to “the voice” that they
can state facts and details about the Love I experience with such
exacting detail as to leave no doubt that they are all one with and
hearing with clarity the identical presence of that which caused
death to fall in Love.
The
latest word which allows me to gain a better perspective on what I
need to be doing is correctly being brought to my understanding by a
connection to what is clearly defined as the Fellowship of Light; it
is essential that this connection be established and now I realize it
is for this unique fellowship that I was required to prepare to go
home in Alaska, which was predestine by a constantly repetitive codex
maintained in my radio call sign AL7MI where for the sake of my
memory, it became the code by which I tabled everything connected to
my life and thus the reason for my domain name and email address and
everything else for AL7MI in my mine always stood for AL the first
two letters in the name Alaska, the number seven being the number of
perfect creation, and MI the first two letters of my name Michael.
Now it's all so funny, how could I have missed it? For my entire life
I have been trying to reach the place where I could simply be held in
the arms of my Father who has been guiding me all these years; and
this life long dream was realized on the morning of June 29 yet
reflected in a painting which hangs on the wall next to me. It's all
too late now. I can see it in the eyes of everyone I meet, everyone
without exception. Death fell in Love so in the eyes of those to whom
Love binds them as one, I see love in their eyes. However, in the
eyes of the others I see fear and the shadow of death. People get
near me and feel death is near, yeah I would say so. What happened to
me in the Convergence is coming to get everyone on this earth and
there is no escape; the majority will know the horror of a breathless
heartless world of icy chilling death yet there is a small secret
fellowship that will rise up out of the icy chill to feel the radiant
sun shining down to envelop them in the purest Love and peace.
It remains for me to clearly detail the friendly caring confidant I had met on the second day and yet I realize much of the meticulous details He knew I would need long before this amazing journey began. In this web page is a page written almost thirty years ago. On this early morning filled with ambient golden light I will leave a link to that page.
Continued in Chapter
14
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