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Subject: M Takes A Ride. Nov. 9, 2007.

When we last were talking about a person called M, she

was getting into a vehicle inside of Mt. Shasta. Mikel was

the driver and the vehicle had three buttons. The first

button made it come of the ground and hover, the next

button made it go and the third button, she didn't know

what it did.

And away she goes.

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As we wove our way through various tunnels I observed

pieces of lava (at least that was what I thought them to

be) on the floor of the tunnel and imbedded in the walls.

Parts of the tunnels were quite narrow and other parts

opened into larger areas. It was a maze of tunnels and

offshoots. I had no idea how far we had gone, if we had

traveled upward or downward or on the same level.

There was a definite fluctuation in temperature as we

traveled the various tunnels. Nothing really unpleasant but

there were spots that were warmer than others.

We reached what I will identify as a landing dock where

there were a number of similar vehicles sitting empty. We

emerged from the small craft and made our way through

another passageway into a large room which was in complete

contrast to the tunnels we have just traveled.

The room had a very high ceiling and was full of

luscious green plants, trees and flowers, many of which I

couldn't identify. The room was warm, not hot, and I could

feel the moisture in the air.

There appeared to be direct sunlight in the room but I

saw no openings that would admit sunlight.

I asked Mikel about the light and he told me that it was

indeed sunlight and it reached the room through a series of

mirror\like apparatus that were used to funnel it in from

the mountain top. He went on to explain that there were

many rooms such as this that were used to grow the food

necessary to sustain the remaining guard inside the

mountain and to maintain a proper environmental balance for

the occupants within the mountain. He pointed out what

appeared to be a ventilation system near the ceiling. He

explained that there were many of them distributed

throughout the mountain.

We walked among the plants and trees, talking about the

Brotherhood, the future of Mother Earth, the lost

civilizations of our past, the work to be done to preserve

our present society, the predicted upcoming tilting of the

Earth on her axis, and last but truly not least\the beauty

of a moonless night. We found that we each preferred the

moonless nights because only then can the true beauty of

our Universe and stars be appreciated.

As we were leaving I asked him if we were still in Mt.

Shasta and he said we were. He motioned me back to the

landing dock and the small craft took us back to our

starting point.

We walked back out into the trees and to the clearing of

the meadow.

Mikel told me that the next time we met we were going

"traveling".

I asked him what he meant by that and he just smiled and

said "You'll see."

end Part 3

PART FOUR

The weather had reached the stage where I felt it was too

cold to take the boys for overnight camping. We had been

pushing it for a couple weekends as it was and the heavy

quilts had been brought back out of the closet and stored

in the camper. Our homemade camper was probably not the

prettiest of campers but it was solid. I could put the boys

in the back with quilts and blankets under them, around

them and over them and they stayed nice and warm. They had

gotten their first introduction to winter underwear which,

at first, didn't make them very happy but as it got colder

they were quite content to wear it.

Come Saturday morning and not being sure that the

mountain wouldn't begin to sport a mantle of snow very

soon, I had decided not to take the boys up with me. The

road could be very dangerous to travel with snow and ice

on it.

Didn't want to take the risk of having them up there with

the possibility of a snowfall. When we had first arrived at

Shasta there were still patches of snow in areas that

didn't get much sunlight but the chance of more snow had

been slight. We had purchased chains for the truck and

always carried extra gasoline and water with us in the back

of the camper. I wouldn't have been able to put the darn

chains on by myself, but at least I had them in case some

helpful soul would take pity and help get them on.

I took the truck and headed for the mountain by myself.

I have never had a problem being by myself and have always

enjoyed basking in the energy of my surroundings and

letting my thoughts wander in whatever direction they

choose.

I stopped at the hotel and chit chatted with Mother Mary.

She was taking her group up the mountain in the afternoon

for the last session of the year and asked if I would like

to join them. She was such a great lady. Her heart was

surely as big as Mt. Shasta itself and her love was

boundless. The young people (commonly referred to as

hippies in those days) who were drawn to Shasta always

ended up at her hotel seeking not only her wisdom and

advice but also shelter and food. She held teaching and

meditation sessions on the mountain as often as she could.

It was an inspiring sight to come upon them as they grouped

around her, taking in her every word and gesture. During

the winter months she would hold meditations in the lobby

of the hotel. In those days, she had very few paying

customers.

I feel that my association with Mother Mary and our

friend (who had been a disciple of Yogananda) are the two

relationships that set me on a s-iritual quest that I

realize has continued to this day. Just sitting here at my

computer, attempting to bring back, in some semblance of

order, the events of those some 30 plus years ago, feelings

are resurfacing that I have not experienced in many a moon.

I am remembering the peace and contentment I experienced on

the mountain and the surges of energy that made the hair on

my arms stand at attention. I am experiencing an undesired

urge to dust off my old student handbooks and once again

become a facilitator of information. I wonder.

But, I digress. Back to my trip up the mountain that

Saturday morning.

I left Mother Mary with the promise that I would join the

group if at all possible. I jumped in the truck (I have a

vague recollection of the days when I could jump into a

truck) and headed up the mountain.

Once I got to Panther Meadows I was glad I had not

brought the boys because it was really cold and windy

there. I had parked the truck so that I could stay inside

and watch the area where Mikel usually appeared and,

appear he did. I got out to meet him and we once again

entered the mountain.

The anticipation of his last promise that we would go

traveling was almost more than I could bear. It was all I

could do not to push him through doors and down passageways

so he would move faster.

To my surprise, we did not enter the passageway where we

had secured the little vehicle that had transported up

through the tunnels on my last visit.

Instead, we continued down the main passageway until we

reached a larger than average doorway. Mikel held the door

open for me and I was totally spellbound by what I saw as I

entered the room.

Now John, please bear with me because my descriptive

abilities usually leave something to be desired; but, I

will try to explain what I saw in such a way that you will

be able to see it also.

There were a number of freestanding consoles along the

left side of the room.

Each console was approximately the size and shape of a

small desk.

There was a panel attached to the back of each console

that rose about four feet above the desktop and appeared

to be about a foot in depth.

There was a small bank of button\like objects on the

panels and across the bottom of the panel were a series of

flickering colored buttons. I noticed that as the colors

became brighter or darker the speed of the flickering

increased or decreased. Mikel explained briefly that the

consoles had features which allowed for the monitoring of

the activities and any fluctuation of temperature within

the various parts of the mountain. I suspected that was a

rather limited explanation and that the purpose had greater

implications than were given to me at the time but I didn't

question him further.

On the entire wall to the right of the door where we

entered was a map of sorts. I recognized our solar system

and the various planets on one half of the map. The other

half of the map contained planets and stars (I guess they

were stars) which I was not familiar with. There were

little pulsating lights on various parts of the two maps

and at times some of them appeared to change position. I

wasn't given much time to take a real close look and I

really wanted to, but Mikel seemed to have some other

destination in mind.

In the area directly across from the entry door, was a

large, cylindrical shaped object that had a shiny surface

such as metal might reflect. As we approached the object I

could see it was not metal almost had the appearance of a

fabric of sorts.

Mikel walked up to the object, touched an area about

midway on the object and an opening silently appeared. We

went inside. I saw there were five seats all connected to a

solid beam which was across the floor of the object on the

opposite wall of the entryway. Mikel took one of the seats

and I followed suit. Had no idea what to expect, but had

confidence in Mikel not to put me in any danger.

The opening that we had come through closed, and I saw

that the area we were in was actually separate from the

outer shell. The object was actually two objects, one

nestled inside the other. I was beginning to get

butterflies in my stomach and found myself taking slow

deep breaths in an effort to calm them down.

Part 1.

John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com

Subject: M Takes A Ride. Part 2. Nov. 9, 2007.

Here M. is taken on a time travel trip.

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I asked Mikel for some explanation of why we were in the

object and what was going to happen. He explained that the

interior tube, the one in which we were located, was

actually, in simplified terms, a form of traveling time

machine. We were taking our journey that day with the

traveling time machine.

He explained that it had been created and brought here

literally thousands of centuries before and had been used

by several civilizations up to the time that the personal

form of "astral" travel or directed projection of

consciousness had been perfected. He said I would this day

see a past history that few in this time are privy to see.

For his purposes that day and because I had no idea what

directed projection of consciousness referred to, our

journey was going to take place within the tube.

I found myself looking at scenery I could not identify.

It was almost like watching a movie screen except that I

had the sensation of movement.

Mikel acted as a guide as different scenes appeared

before me. I didn't recall seeing any windows in the object

we had entered but I sure was able to see what Mikel was

showing me.

At first I thought I was flying and then I thought I was

just observing and then I realized I was sitting in a ship

whose interior was very similar to the ship that George Van

Tassel had taken me aboard several years prior. As scenery

sped by I thought I recognized Saturn with its rings

(although it sported several moons that had never been seen

or at least I was not aware of) and then I knew where I was

when I saw Planet Earth coming into view. We were traveling

very close to the surface of the planet and there appeared

to be very little human habitation. Each time we circled

the planet, the surface changed. The energy of the planet

changed and the colors emanating from it changed.

I saw sailing vessels turn into very sophisticated

water/going vessels which could travel above or below the

surface of the water. I saw flying vessels circling the

planet, almost in formation, and watched as they would

speed off into space only to become invisible to the human

eye and others coming down to take their place. I saw empty

land become developed, food being grown, buildings coming

into being, and with each new development, the colors again

changed. I saw entire civilizations being born and dying.

I saw land masses rise and fall and I felt the trauma as a

polar shift took place. I saw pieces of continents break

off and drift away. I saw huge beautiful animal forms

coming to the planet and eventually disappearing. I saw

light around human life forms and witnessed as it went from

a beautiful light to a murky, dense darkness. I witnessed

the rebirth or second coming of the light beings and once

again, the colors of the planet changed. And most

memorable, I felt and became one with the heartbeat of all

that existed on the planet. I experienced the exhilaration

of discovery and the heartache of destruction. I ran the

entire gamut of emotions with the planet. I found myself

weeping with her and celebrating the awakenings that took

place.

There is much more...probably would take a volume to

explain in detail all that flashed past, but I think you

understand where I was at that day.

Always there appeared to be the presence of the

observers. At times the shape and size of their vehicles

changed, but there was not a time during our little jaunt

when they were not present.

I will relate the rest of the trip in the next

installment.

PART FIVE

Our movement around Planet Earth's surface seemed to be

slowing down. I was able to discern more detail and

movement. We finally came to a complete stop and the images

faded from my sight. I found my energy low from the vast

range of emotions I had just been through but sensed this

was not the first time I had been in those particular

emotional arenas. Much of what I had just seen and

experienced held a familiar ring to it. It was almost one

of those "been there, done that" sensations, but with no

apparent sense of loss regret.

It was at this point that I found my voice and wanted to

ask Mikel questions. I felt like the cub reporter out on my

first big assignment and began racking my brain to find the

right (intelligent?) questions to ask. I needn't have been

concerned for before I could get my throat sufficiently

cleared and my mouth open to speak, Mikel proceeded to

explain a few of the reasons for this trip in the traveling

time machine.

The gist of the explanation was that in order for the

Light Workers of the future to have a clearer understanding

when certain events transpired in the future, it is helpful

for the imprint of past experiences to be reinforced and

reawakened in the p-yche. He went on to say that those who

were and would be working in the Light, would find the

reinforcement and reawakening beneficial in the process of

gaining understanding of and solutions to upcoming events.

Mikel further explained that the process of revisitation

that I had experienced would not necessarily be the same

process used to bring memory back, (relating to events that

were to prepare us for the mission), for all who were

involved or would become involved. He further explained

that some of those destined to Light Work in the upcoming

changes had not yet arrived on Planet Earth.

He spoke of books that would and have been written,

experiences that would be shared and theories put forth

(theories that would later be proven to be factual) not

only in an attempt to jog memory but to ease the citizens

of Planet Earth into thought patterns that would enable

them to more readily accept what was ahead. He said that

many movies would be produced in an effort to suggest or

implant in the mass consciousness not only the possibility

but the probability of future encounters with those who may

appear to be "different".

As he was speaking, I flashed back on having seen what I

thought was Saturn at the beginning of the trip. I wondered

why the journey began way out there and what the

implications were. It took me back to ages of 5 and 6 when

I was living with an aunt and uncle on a farm in Iowa.

Our bedrooms were all upstairs and during the summer

months my aunt would push my bed up against a window so I

could catch whatever little breeze there might be. I

remember laying there, night after night, staring at the

sky and wondering what I was doing way down here and when

"they" were coming to take me home. I would even, at times,

hear a soft voice telling me it would be soon.

Mikel had been become quiet as I walked down memory lane

and when I had finished he took my hand and told me it was

not yet time for me to return home \ but it was time for me

to begin remembering the work that was to come.

At that moment I realized there was more to my connection

to Mikel and Mt. Shasta than I had ever imagined. Had no

inkling what the connection could be but knew it was there.

I kept flashing on past i-carnations that correlated to the

events that were shown to me as we had circled the planet

and I saw myself emerging from the darkness of space into

the radiance emitted from Planet Earth, time after time.

Was I a visitor \ or perhaps an immigrant that had been

given a Light Worker clearance to reside and work on this

planet, in this dimension. Perhaps that explained my never

feeling I belonged. I wanted to talk more about my feelings

and a hundred questions were bouncing around in my head at

such speed they were colliding with each other, but Mikel

took my arm and steered me toward the entryway.

We proceeded out of the tube and back into what I will

call the Tube Room. I checked my watch and found that we

had been in the tube a little less than an hour. My knees

felt a little weak and I experienced some slight dizziness

as we left the tube. Mikel explained that it would pass and

instructed me to take some slow deep breaths. He placed his

right hand on my midsection (which I later discovered was

the location of the Solar Plexus Chakra) and his left hand

on the back of my neck. He then had me bend over at the

waist and inhale as I slowly came back up. He had me

repeat that exercise several times. When he removed his

hands, I was no longer experiencing dizziness. He said he

knew the dizziness had been uncomfortable for me on my

visits but assured me I would no longer experience it. He

did point out that I might now experience some slight

physical reactions as I returned to the outer world \ he

was right \ I did.

We left the Tube Room and there was one of the little

vehicles we had used before waiting for us. Mikel motioned

me in and we were on our way. He took us through a myriad

of tunnels that almost made me dizzy.

We turned from one passageway to another, and at times I

wondered if we were going in circles.

I'm sure we weren't, we just made many turns and one

tunnel looked like another except for width and height and

some were damp and chilly while others sported really warm

air. He finally brought the little vehicle to rest and I

was glad he did because my stomach was getting a little

queasy. We alit and headed to a small opening which I

assumed led to another passageway. Mikel stepped aside to

allow me to enter before him. I entered a small area that

appeared to be a small, dead end passageway.

Mikel came around me and touched an area on the far wall

and another entryway appeared. Midway through the second

entryway I gasped and stopped dead in my tracks.

Part 2.

John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com