Meeting the Master in Muir Woods
My entire life, I felt like a stranger in a place where I didn’t belong. Let me leave the Earth and go back to the star system from whence I came—the place I visited as a child in my dreams, I prayed.
As it began to rain, I sought shelter inside a Redwood tree trunk that had been hollowed out by fire, forming a natural cathedral in which I could sit and meditate. Practicing the Vipassana method I’d learned with eyes open and softly focused, I watched the clouds of my breath arise before me as I began my meditation. I observed the rise and fall of my chest, the in-breath and out-breath, a silent mantra Siddhartha Gautama had used to awaken and become the Buddha—literally, the one who is awake.
I felt the silent rhythm carry me into the stillness where limitation dissolved, and my consciousness expanded. The sense of I, me, and mine disappeared, my thoughts slowing to where I began to dwell in the space between thoughts, where one thought ended but another had not yet begun, a timeless place of pure awareness.
Finally, a question formed like a bubble rising to the surface of a still pond, and a number of enlightened beings came to my mind—Jesus, Buddha, Sai Baba, and the Masters I had read about while a guest of the Theosophical Society in Adyar, India. I especially thought of the “wonderman,” as he was known historically in Europe, the Master Saint Germain, whose exploits I had learned about in Godfre Ray King’s book, Unveiled Mysteries. However, I had dismissed much of what I had read in that book as being too fantastic to be true.
If anything of what is written in that book is true, if you are a real being, Saint Germain, if you are hearing my prayers, tell me why I am here. Otherwise, I will find a way to leave my body, I pleaded.
I had been sitting inside my tree trunk cathedral for some time, watching my breath and also watching the rain dripping on the pine needles of the forest floor, when I became aware of a powerful current flowing through my body. The energy increased until I felt I was dissolving, my body becoming spirit. Everything seemed to shimmer around me.
Suddenly, two feet appeared in front of me and I became aware of a figure standing before me. How long he had been there, I didn’t know, but I hadn’t seen anyone approach. I thought he must have materialized out of thin air, for he could not have walked through the forest without a twig snapping. Because of the cold rain, the woods had been deserted and I had wandered far uphill. Yet, here was a person standing in front of me, wearing blue jeans, a suede jacket and tennis shoes. It was the white tennis shoes I had seen first, planted firmly on the brown forest floor at the exact spot where my eyes had been focused in meditation.
“Do not be startled, Peter,” the stranger said softly. “Your prayer has been answered.”
I looked into the face of someone I took to be a hiker in the woods like myself, who was now gazing steadily into my eyes. I noticed that although it was raining, neither his immaculately combed hair nor his suede jacket showed any sign of dampness. I was about to comment on this peculiarity when the stranger spoke again.
“I am the part of the Godhead that has responded to your call,” he said, his voice strong but melodious. “Know that the call compels the answer, and all sincere prayers are heard. You have prayed so earnestly and for so long, this response could no longer be withheld. The answer to your question is, yes, you may leave the Earth if you wish. You have cleared sufficient karma and advanced enough spiritually to leave the realm of Earth’s humanity without ever having to return, if that is your wish. The choice is yours. However, before you give me your answer, there is something I wish to show you.”
Before I could recover from the shock that this was no ordinary being, the stranger touched the spot on my forehead known as the third eye, and I found myself outside my body. Standing now in my finer body, I looked at my denser form that was continuing to sit cross-legged inside the tree trunk in meditation.
But before I could express delight at my new freedom, we were soaring above the Earth. In a moment, we reached a place in the sky where I saw a vast field of beings suspended as spheres of light and nestled in luminous clouds. These were the higher selves of beings who had once lived on Earth, I was told, now liberated. Like translucent pearls several feet in diameter, each glowed with scintillating rainbow colors that changed from one color to another as part of their perpetual meditation.
“Here, in the Great Silence, you can remain in eternal bliss,” my guide said, as though I were already a resident of this heavenly place whose very atmosphere was that of love. “In the Great Silence, you can be in attunement with the Godhead without ceasing, nurtured and protected until some far distant eon of time when you will again come forth into another cycle of human activity.”
I envied these blissful, liberated beings, nestled in the luminous clouds of eternity, and felt that at last I had found home—a Paradise that I remembered from ages past and to which I longed to return. I was about to accept the stranger’s offer to remain when I heard a terrible wailing, the anguished crying out of innumerable voices in pain far below.
“Where is that terrible sound coming from?” I asked my guide.
“Earth,” he responded, pointing to the blue sphere beneath us, from which arose sounds of such suffering, prayer and pleading for help, that I felt my heart wrench in my chest. “The Masters hear these cries coming from humanity continually,” he went on. “This is the suffering of humanity, the suffering caused by their separation from the knowledge of God.” He watched me closely to see the effect his revelation was having on me.
“You may either stay here or go back to Earth,” he said. “The choice is yours.”
I had been deeply moved by the crying out of humanity for help, and now felt there was no choice. I could not turn away. I had to return. In a moment I was back in my body in the forest, seated in my tree trunk cathedral with legs crossed, the masterful stranger standing before me.
“You have made the right choice, my boy,” my celestial guide said with a fatherly tone, as one who had known and cared about me for an eternity. “If you had chosen to stay in the Silence, you would not have seen me again for a long time. Now, because you have chosen to serve humanity and place the happiness of others before your own, you will be working closely with me. But before you can be of assistance to me, you will need advanced training, which you will receive in Mount Shasta.”
He took a few steps backward and, with a twinkle in his eye, the man I now recognized to be one of the fabled Ascended Masters I had read about said, “Now I will reveal to you who I am….”
As he stood motionless before me, his form transformed from that of young hiker to a white-robed Master whose dark, penetrating eyes sparkled with the love and wisdom of God made manifest. I realized that the one before me was the one whose face I had seen in the front of the book Unveiled Mysteries—it was none other than the Master Saint Germain! And I realized that his was the voice that had spoken to me on Mount Shasta the year before.
“Go to Mount Shasta,” he said, “And the first person you meet there will tell you what to do next.” With those final words, this magnificent Master dissolved into a ball of light and faded from my sight.
UFO Contact at Lake LouiseI had not been asleep for more than a quarter of an hour when I was awakened by the feeling that I was not alone. I remembered having locked the door when I came in, as I always do when traveling. Now it seemed there was someone in the room with me. As I raised my head, I saw a man with short, blond hair staring at me and standing a few feet from my bed.
Although I felt a moment of fear, my night time visitor did not feel threatening. I recognized his from the vision I'd seen—but had not recalled—while meditating at the beginning of my journey when I pulled off the road at Central Point. As in the vision that I now recalled, he had appeared in a jumpsuit, and as I became more fully awake now, I saw that, indeed, he wore a close fitting jumpsuit with elastic cuffs at the wrists and ankles and was surrounded by a soft, blue light. After a few seconds of looking at each other, he addressed me.
"I am sorry if I startled you, but I have been sent to get you."
"Sent to get me?" I asked, repeating his words, "I don't even know who you are, and how did you get into my room?"
"I regret I do not have time to answer all your questions. Only know that I mean you no harm, and if you come with me, there is a great surprise that awaits you," the stranger said, without any apparent emotion.
I immediately went deep within, turning my attention to my heart, the God Presence I had been trained to seek for the answers to all things. There was no warning or message that I was not to go.
"If you are going to come with me we must hurry and leave without further delay," the stranger said, "your friends are waiting."
Friends? I thought, what friends could I have who would be waiting for me in a forest in Canada in the middle of the night? In answer to my thought, the man said, "Follow me now and you will soon see."
I suddenly felt a rush of energy that was the affirmation I was waiting for, leapt out of bed, pulled on my clothes, and was buttoning my coat as I followed the stranger out the door.
As we trudged through the snow, the stranger turned only once and said, "You will not be disappointed." As I walked behind him, I noticed again a blue, white glow that surrounded him that seemed to confirm his purity of being, and that I was right in trusting him.
Then, as we emerged from the dark depths of the trees, I saw on the frozen surface of the lake a polished, silvery metal disk perhaps twenty yards in diameter, glowing with soft luminosity. Once again, I felt a pang of fear.
"Saint Germain!" I called with all my heart and soul, "Mighty I Am Presence! Come forth and take command of this situation and show me what to do?"
"Have no fear," I felt Saint Germain's reassuring energy in my heart. Although I continued to follow my guide up to the craft, I still maintained all my senses fully on alert, ready to run if need be.
Following my guide, I walked up a metal ramp to the craft's metallic door, which slid open with a hiss. Soon, I found myself bathed in the light of the craft's interior. And there, standing and smiling before me, was my dear friend, Saint Germain, a violet cape draped about his shoulders and a golden Maltese cross gleaming brilliantly on his chest. Never had I seen him look so magnificent. His radiant energy seemed to charge the very atmosphere with the essence of mastery, and it was obvious that the others on board felt great love for him and deferred to his command.
After I had overcome my initial shock, Saint Germain turned and said, "I believe you are also acquainted with our hostess, Semjasse, our cosmonaut friend from the Pleiades."
His gracious gesture indicated the beautiful, long-haired blond woman standing over the instrument panel. I recognized her instantly from years before when, during my first year in Mount Shasta, she had visited me frequently and explained much of the work the Pleiadians and others were doing to help humanity. The Pleiadians, she had told me, were not really aliens, but the human race's own ancestors who had originally seeded us on this planet. She had said, at the end of her visits, that I would not see her again for a long time. Now, she smiled only a brief acknowledgement, for I could see she was busy with her work.
"You see," Saint Germain said, "There was indeed a surprise waiting for you—which you would have missed had you not been obedient to the God Presence, the Presence which guided you here to our prearranged rendezvous at the appointed hour. To arrive here, you have been through many ordeals and learned much. Indeed, the purpose of all experience is to strengthen the Light within you that you may become the Master that is your heritage.
" Now, if you will take this seat," the Master said, indicating a contour couch nearby, "we will be off."
With a nod, Saint Germain indicated to Semjasse that we were ready to depart, and suddenly we rose effortlessly straight up from the surface of the frozen lake, snowcapped peaks moon lit around us. Like a shot, we were gone. In less time than it takes to tell, we were over the North Pole and then, hovering above the Pole, we arced down through an opening in the Earth's icy crust, diving deep into the earth's interior. There we saw a beautiful land more pristine than the surface above.
"This great, undiscovered country inside the Earth holds a great secret for the people of the Earth's surface and their future destiny," Saint Germain conveyed to me telepathically. "One day, just as happened prior to the sinking of Atlantis, when human discord becomes too great on the surface, those who have overcome their own negativity will be taken into the interior to live in what most would call a Paradise. That time is not far off when every person will have to choose whom they will serve, their lower or their higher nature.
"In reality, it is a choice that is being made all the time. But a time will come when there will be a parting of the ways, when those who are habitually bound to the negative will remain on the surface to continue experiencing the consequences of their actions—their karma, if that is what you want to call it—while those who have overcome their lower natures, will be taken within and live in a world more perfect than they could have dreamed."
I awakened in the morning in my bed at the Chateau, not remembering how I had returned to the hotel. As sometimes happened when the Masters worked with me in dreams, I was not permitted to retain any memory of the rest of this journey to the Earth's interior, but was told that when the time of this change approached I would know what I needed to do.
My mission apparently accomplished, I was given the inner instruction to return home, and by the end of the week, was back in Mount Shasta. The long drive home over the next few days helped me ground my experiences and integrate them into my daily consciousness. By the time I returned, I was fully back in my physical body, feeling like a regular human being again.
The events of my journey—what had started as a Sunday drive in the country—were etched vividly in my mind.
