vision.” I witnessed scenes of my future self—speaking to large groups of people, practicing various healing arts, and teaching yoga and other meditation techniques. St. Germain told me how these events would come to pass and how I could prepare myself for my chosen destiny. However, usually by the next day, I’d unconsciously water down the reality of our meetings, disguising our lessons as vague memories. Or I’d shake off the nighttime visitations as provocative, enlightening dreams—but dreams, nonetheless.
For years, I felt blessed—and hounded—by my friendship with this helpful counselor. I was enthused—and scared—by my soul’s enlightened plan. Because I didn’t yet have a way to deal with the fear, I often resisted the counsel of my ascended buddy.
Searching for some understanding or explanation of my nightly visits, I tried to discuss my connection to St. Germain with friends and family. All I got back was an incredulous look that screamed, “You’re kidding, right?” Quickly I resigned myself to keeping this wondrous part of my life a private matter.
During my youth, I experienced many extraordinary events, which I share in this book. These miraculous occurrences were exhilarating, yet terrifying. I carried a lot of doubt about my capacity to psychologically handle multisensory realities and my worthiness to receive miracles. With hindsight, I see that it simply wasn’t time for me to own my personal power and wisdom. Nor was it time for me to begin the public expression of my gifts. Then something so undeniable happened that I was no longer able to pretend my exalted friend and prophesied destiny were a fantasy.
Orlando, Florida, was the perfect setting for my awakening. What better place for magic to thrust itself permanently into my life than the home of Walt Disney’s “Magic Kingdom.” The experience began when a new acquaintance, Jerry, asked me to dinner during a human potential workshop we were both attending. Proud and confident, Jerry was a self-made man, a successful entrepreneur. A former NHL hockey player, he stood tall and stalwart, still brawny from his days with the Detroit Red Wings. His firm jaw and rough-cut features struck an imposing profile as we discussed very mundane, comfortable and safe subjects such as business and sports. As we sauntered outside after the meal at the hotel restaurant, Jerry proposed we trek down the street to a 7-11 convenience store to purchase some spring water. The market was barely visible about a mile down the busy thoroughfare. I glanced at my watch for the time. Since it wasn’t late, I said, “Sure, why not?”
As we took our first step in the direction of our destination, Jerry casually inquired, “What do you know about St. Germain?”
His question struck me as totally out of the blue. Even though we’d met at a personal growth seminar, Jerry and I hadn’t touched on anything even faintly metaphysical in our supper conversation. Now he was asking me about the most important, yet secret relationship of my life.
When our feet hit the ground taking our first step, we were standing in front of the 7-11 convenience store—over a mile away from the restaurant! We had gone that distance in one step! Instinctively, we both looked at our watches. No time had gone by! When we went inside, I double-checked the time with the store’s wall clock. It also verified that mile-long journey from the restaurant to the store had occurred in a matter of seconds! We bought the water. In stunned silence, we returned to the hotel the normal way—we walked. Our return trek took about twenty minutes.
Back in my hotel room, Jerry spoke first, “Did you notice anything unusual on our walk to the 7-11?”
Of course, I had, but my mind was still spinning with the inexplicable wonder of it all. I mumbled under my breath, “It seemed to me, it didn’t take any time to go from the restaurant to the store.”
Jerry was also in a state of shock and disbelief. “I know. I checked the time when we got to the store. Zilch. Nada. No time had gone by. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“You know, Jerry, I have on rare occasions experienced time contracting and expanding in my life.”
“I have too, but not like this. Man, we went a mile in a split second! And, Keith, I don’t remember the trek to the store either. There were at least six streets to cross, each with a traffic light. I certainly noticed crossing the streets and waiting for the lights to change on the long way back!”
“Me, too. I can’t recall walking to the store at all. It was like just POP! and we were there, standing in front of the store. The time jump happened right when you asked me about St. Germain.”
That was it. St. Germain’s name was the key, the secret password, that literally opened the gates of Heaven on that balmy night in Florida. A soft, golden light began to fill the hotel room from one corner. From the other side of the room, a piercing violet light reached out to encircle us.
Both radiating energies felt safe to invite into my space. Jerry also slipped into a calm, relaxed posture on one of the beds.
“Do you see that yellow glow in the corner?” he asked me.
“Yes, do you see that purple light over there?” I asked right back.
“Yes, it feels extremely familiar, like I know it, like I’ve felt it before,” Jerry replied.
“Yeah, I do recognize the feeling, but I can’t tell you from where,” I agreed.
Soon the source of the two pulsating glows became all too apparent. The beams were emanating from two old friends coming to visit. Their calling cards were the lights radiating from the corners of the room. They were trying to announce themselves gracefully.
We should have known who it was. Given the portal we’d just gone through—the instant, one-mile jump in time and space at the drop of a name—who else could have pulled off such a stunt?
As my new friend and I simultaneously took a deep breath, we found ourselves fully aware of sitting in the presence of our oldest and dearest spiritual mentors, St. Germain for me and Jesus for Jerry. Jerry had encountered Ascended Master Jesus several times over the previous years—in a childhood lightning strike during which Jerry was unconscious for hours, and, later in life, in meditation and prayer.
Once we identified the sources of the emanations, Jerry and I felt very comfortable sitting with St. Germain and Jesus in the hotel room. The intimacy was intense, but ecstatic. St. Germain and Jesus conversed with us very informally, as casual friends, with great affection and humor. The masters spoke to us about our individual missions on Earth this lifetime and about our relationship to each other, to the Council of Ascended Masters and to God. In intricate, colorful detail, they painted the pictures of our futures: my friend and I would each teach our inner wisdom to large numbers of people around the world. Jerry would lecture and convey his truth in a more traditional, formal way. I’d develop a more egalitarian, flexible manner of presentation.
For an entire week our nonphysical mentors met with us in the hotel room each evening. Much of what they said I’d heard before from St. Germain, but never when I was in such an awake state. Jerry and I were very present and alert for each evening’s session. Previously, we’d both veiled over our meetings with our cosmic buddies, discounting or disguising the encounters by the next day. However, the fact that we met with our esteemed friends for several evenings—and that we were so conscious during these meetings—made these visitations impossible to deny or forget. Jerry and I have retained full recall of the information and the aura of grace that was bestowed on us that week.
Another factor in our lasting retention and acceptance of these extraordinary events was that it is now, finally, time on Earth to remember—to wake up, to know.
During the concluding evening’s conversation with our two enlightened
