I had been asking, demanding, pleading, begging, praying, for it for
months - but when it finally happened I was totally shocked. I was so shocked
in fact that it has taken me years to gradually remember, and begin to
comprehend, what actually happened that night.
At that point in time I thought that I was prepared for anything. I
knew that the manifestation that I had been asking for could come in any
form but I was expecting some kind of conventional miracle. I had envisioned
all kinds of possibilities: an angel visitation; being taken aboard a Celestial
space ship for a briefing; some kind of astral sight-seeing tour; and even,
and I must admit my favorite possibility, a beautiful woman from outer
space materializing in my bedroom. I had pictured my androgynous Higher
Self, in some kind of ghostly human form, descending through the roof or
popping out of a tree. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that it
would be a unicorn.
A unicorn!
Looking back on it now, I believe that I regained my composure rather
quickly, if I do say so myself. But then I had been living in a kind of
mystical twilight zone for almost a year at that point, so I had grown
somewhat accustomed to the bizarre and the miraculous.
When I was told, in April of 1988, that I was a mystic I was not even
sure what the word meant. I sure found out in a hurry. From that day until
now my life had been a continuous series of mystical revelations and experiences.
By the time that the unicorn appeared to me in January of 1989, I had already
had revealed to me such interesting items as the history and purpose of
Creation, and the True nature of God. I had been given the privilege -
a rather dubious and terrifying gift I must say - of being consciously
involved in the titanic battle between the forces of good and evil which
resulted in the energy field of Collective Human Emotional Consciousness
on the planet Earth returning to positive alignment with God after 66,000
years of being reversed. I had been allowed to remember some detail of
almost all of my past lives, experienced a month of deep grief about my
part in the nefarious events on Atlantis which preceded The Flood, and
in some instances had been allowed to know the future.
So I think it is safe to say that my life had not been what you would
call normal for quite a while. But to have the beautiful white unicorn,
which was in a picture on my desk, gallop right off the picture..........well,
I have to admit that I was a little surprised.
What I had been asking, demanding, pleading, begging, praying for was
some definite outward manifestation that would confirm for me that what
I was experiencing was real. I had experienced hundreds of small miracles
of many varieties, but there was still a small part of my mind that kept
telling me that what was happening was a psychotic break and that I was
crazier than a bedbug. It seemed to me that if I had really been chosen
to be a channel for all of this divine information, that it should not
be too much trouble for someone, or something, to appear to me and let
me know that I was not crazy.
So what do I get? An angel descending from the heavens saying 'Bless
you my son'? Nooooooo......, I get a nine inch high unicorn galloping out
of a picture, across my desk, sliding to a halt in such a way that she
kicks my cigarettes off the desk into a trash can.
"You won't be needing the cigarettes any more."
I sat there staring at her as she settled comfortably into a sitting
position.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
"Let me guess," I finally found my voice, "you're my Higher Self?"
"You got it bucko," the unicorn replied.
I sat a moment staring at this miniature white unicorn sitting on my
desk. Then I started chuckling, and in a minute I was laughing and crying
at the same time. I don't remember getting up, but the next thing I knew
I was dancing around the room - laughing, shouting, and whooping for Joy
as tears streamed down my face. The pent up emotional energy of my secret
life came pouring out of me. The months of living in a mystical twilight
zone without anyone to talk to who could possibly understand what was happening
in my life had put incredible pressure on me.
After the release of the laughter and the tears, came the anger.
"What in the hell took you so long?"
"Now is that any way to talk to your Higher Self?" She was smiling as
I've never seen a horse smile - but then, she wasn't a horse, she was a
unicorn. Her eyes were full of laughter as well, and I realized for the
first time that she was communicating with me telepathically.
Then I was laughing with her as the irony of her statement hit me. Part
of the process for healing my wounded soul, and opening my inner channel
to divine guidance, had been learning that it was necessary to express
my anger to those I love - including my God. I had developed a very intimate
relationship with my God by expressing my anger, hurt, fear, and love to
my Higher Self. I had, I must admit, taken this intimacy to some pretty
extreme lengths at times - like those days when I found myself addressing
my Higher Power by the always endearing title 'fucking asshole'.
As my laughter subsided, I became aware of the overwhelming feeling
of Love that was present in the room. Tears came to my eyes again as I
felt the exquisite Love energy flowing through and around me.
"LOVE is a vibrational frequency, isn't it?"
"Of course it is."
"And God is the Holy Mother Source Energy?"
"You got it bucko."
The Joy that filled my heart caused my tears to start flowing again.
I had felt the Truth of the revelations from the beginning - but to have
that Truth confirmed, by what I would definitely term a major miracle,
was incredibly full-filling.
"And Truth is a vibrational communication of emotional energy from the
Soul, right?"
"Bingo."
"Truth is felt within, just like God is felt within - and the Light
of Truth is shining on us now because it is the Age of Healing and Joy,
right?"
"You got it."
"And the world is so screwed-up because the energy field of human emotional
consciousness on this planet has been reversed, causing humans to do everything
backwards. But it was all just a part of the script, and now is the time
when we can awaken to the Truth that we are all ONE, and that God is LOVE,
and that everything is unfolding perfectly." The Truths that I had remembered,
and felt so strongly, were pouring out of me in my Joy at this divine confirmation.
"There are no accidents, no coincidences, everything happens for reasons
in alignment with divine purpose. Right?"
"Bingo, Bingo, and Bingo," smiled my unicorn.
"Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I sang out, with my arms
upraised towards the heavens. Tears were streaming down my face as I reveled
in the Joy that was reverberating through my being.
I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. My whole body was tingling
with the higher vibrational energy of Love and Joy and Truth. Then a thought
occurred to me, and a sliver of fear sliced through me in reaction to the
thought. The thought was 'maybe this is a dream'.
My body tensed in that moment and my eyes snapped open in panic. And
then the tension released and relaxation flowed through me. She was still
there sitting on my desk - her eyes dancing with laughter and a silly grin
on her face. I could feel that what I was experiencing was real. And I
knew, in that moment, that I could never in my wildest imagination have
dreamed up this miniature unicorn sitting on my desk.
"And the lower ego is heard from," she communicated, referring to the
thought which had generated the fear in me a few seconds earlier.
"That's for sure," I said. "The old human ego sure has been programed
to not believe in miracles, hasn't it?"
"That's a big bingo, bucko," she smiled.
"Why a unicorn?" I asked her.
"You Loved unicorns on Mu."
"I Loved everything on Mu," I laughed.
"That's the way it is in Paradise bucko."
I smiled at this incredibly beautiful creature. White-gold light surrounded
and emanated from her.
"But I mean, why, with all the possible forms you could have manifested
in, did you choose a unicorn?"
"I thought it would amuse you."
"I Love it," I said. "Will you stay long."
"Long enough to help you finish the book."
"Then the book is important?"
"Very."
I had known since the beginning of this mystic business that I was to
write a book with the information that was being revealed to me. I had,
in fact, written a great deal of it already - but had not been able to
figure out how to put it all together.
"So, how do I put it all together?"
"WE," she definitely emphasized the 'we' part, "will intersperse sections
explaining the history of this Creation Dream with chapters about our conversations
and explorations into the meaning of life."
"Explorations? Do you mean that we are going somewhere?"
"Everywhere."
"When do we start?" I asked, as a flood of excitement surged through
me.
"Right now," she telepathed as she stood and walked to the edge of my
desk. "Feel my horn with your hands."
Her horn projected out from the middle of her forehead in a tight spiral,
like a long thin screw. It was a brilliant white and felt as smooth as
ivory. As I ran my hands over her horn - suddenly I found myself on her
back. Rather I shrank to her size, or she grew to mine, I couldn't tell.
What I did know is that we were not in my room anymore.
We were flying!!!
