In 1975, as a 16-year-old boy, I had
an experience that changed my life, the way I perceived it, and still affects
me to this day. I don't ask that anyone believe it, but I feel I
need to share it. Some may even think it's only a dream, but I know better...
I had built a bedroom in our attic, with my father's
permission. Although, it resembled something more like a tree house
inside, it was mine, and I loved it. Our family owned a large farm
and dairy in an isolated valley, near the Idaho/Utah boarder, called Curlew
valley. Our family had its irregular relationships, and dysfunctional moments,
but for the most part, we were very close and worked very hard together.
In this bedroom, I had gone to bed on an autumn
night, as I usually did. While in a deep sleep, I heard someone call
my name, I tried to ignore it, then again, and I started to become more
alert. The third time I heard my name, "Jody!” I sat up, because
it almost sounded as though it had been a shout. I did not expect
to see and experience what was before my eyes, when I sat up. I saw
a young man, who looked very familiar, brown wavy hair, green eyes, and
a deep emanating light coming from within him, that made his being shine,
and the light that surrounded him, lit my room. It didn't frighten
me. He stood as though on solid ground, but was not touching the
floor. He was dressed in white, a robe-like garment. I looked
back behind me, while sitting up, and saw that I had sat up out of my body,
which was still lying in the bed.
The visitor held out his hand, and beckoned me
to take his, and come with him, because he had something he needed to share
with me. He communicated by thought; there was no movement of his
mouth when he conversed with me. I felt what he said in my heart,
but yet sounded like vocal communication, and the way one would normally
perceive it. Although it had more depth, and you could feel the emotion
and or urgency of the message, as he felt it.
So, I took his hand, and in an instant, we would
travel by thought, appearing above and to the side of each of my family
member's beds. He spoke of events and situations that had occurred
in the past, and what was happening now, and where it all would lead in
the future. This, for each member, both parent and sibling, and how
they fit into the picture. Then he showed me where, when and how
I was to intervene.
The things he told me, I still carry with me,
but only come to me, when the time and situation is perfect. He told
me this is the way it would be, because all that he shared would overwhelm
me, if I were to remember all of it at once.
Before my visitor left me, we appeared back in
my attic bedroom. He took both my hands, looked me in the eyes, with
a piercing brilliance of pure love and energy, and said, "It's up to you
now, Jody. You must keep this family together, Love them, teach them
what I tell you, when the time is right." Then he embraced me, and
we both wept. Then he released me, and I laid back into my body.
I jumped from my bed, and knelt down beside it and cried, "God, why me?
Why did this happen to me? Why is this my responsibility?"
Then a calming peace came over me, and I felt everything would be all right.
But the love and pureness of the light which for a time, I had been in,
still overwhelmed me, and I cried myself to sleep.
Since then, many things have happened, and I
somehow know exactly what to do, and how, and what to say. And I
know where it's coming from. Like I said, many would scoff, and it
doesn't matter to me, I know what happened, and I cannot deny it.
It has made being mortal somewhat frustrating, because of the limitations
we have, and how most conceive life and how to live it. I have been
shown, and I know the difference. In a way, for a long time, I felt
I had been robbed of my free agency to choose. But time is proving
me wrong. I am glad for my experience, and will always be thankful
that someone cared enough to warn and help my family.