Return to Montana

 I'm back in Montana and its September(95) and winter will be here 

soon and they want me to write this book. So I decided to go back up 

to the lake to start the project and I'm told while I'm there I'll have 

a vision. Though the tease and the reality had been going on for 

awhile now, I didn't know if, when or what, might happen. I spent the

first night at the high camp, where the story of my childhood lessons

were put on a cassette tape, the first time I had ever tried to start 

saving the story for others. Up at the lake I'm told to prepare by 

gathering a pile of wood for the nights fire. Then lay out the sleeping 

bag and say my prayers. I laid down and waited, not knowing if this was

just another tease or what. Well nothing happened, and when I awoke in 

the morning the teacher was in a good mood and started to point out 

things in the book and I made notes in the margins for about an hour or 

two then the conversation went south and the pen was put down. Later 

in the day I packed up and left, because I didn't feel like fishing and

just wanted to get back and deal with my problems, like bills, etc.. 

 On the way back he leaned on me heavily and the 7 mile walk sucked, 

and by the end I said that I'll make a prophecy that if what you said

was supposed to have happened didn't, that I would burn the book by 

sundown. I got back and checked, then started a fire and destroyed 

the cassette and began to pull pages out of the book and throw them

into the fire, and it felt good to watch it burn and fad away.

Usually the voice is just in my head and there is no feeling of 

something separate, just the voice. But this time it was like he 

was sitting above me watching like a benevolent father instructing 

his son, not upset though, and as much as I hoped it would be this 

easy to get rid of this, I knew this was still just the beginning 

of graduate school. 

 So the writing was put on hold and I started looking for work as a 

carpenter to pay the bills. After about six weeks of hearing how I 

should quit and write, I got a loan and did just that before 

Thanksgiving. I started working some on the house, which needed it,

and bought a ski pass. I was looking forward to spending some time 

on the slopes for the first time in my life. I picked up the pen and 

began some work on the new Quatrains that I had started in Seattle.

 Thanksgiving day was quiet and that night as I sat at my desk in the 

dark and cold home I heard "And one of the Kings wants to talk to 

you.". I had a few seconds to think about it wondering who it might 

be, one of the ones I knew or one of the two unknowns. Then Christ 

spoke, "My greatest hardship was that I couldn't have a family as a 

man.", and after I could feel His spirit for awhile which seemed like 

an eternity even though it was less than a minute. The message was 

very clear, WAKE UP and deal with it, just like Abraham's all 

those years ago. I was so blown away by the meeting that 

I put the pen down and didn't pick it up until Spring.

 On the twenty third of December I was really depressed from the 

lessons as they had been leaning on me very hard all fall. I was 

stoking the fire and as I went to close the stove door I heard, "Leave 

it open someone wants to talk to you.". After turning around and 

looking up I saw Abraham standing before me. He was an outline made 

up of an aura about four to six inches wide that started at the 

floor on one side and went up and down the other side forming the 

outline of a man. I could feel how proud he was to say, "God made a 

covenant with me that one day, ... , and you are the one." and I said, 

"Because of the way I'm being treated I don't want to talk about it, 

but you are welcome to sit by my fire.". So we sat down and I never 

looked over to see if I could still see him though I could feel his 

spirit for about 20 minutes or so, just like as a little boy, "deal with it".

Then I hear and the rest of the Kings are on your left side. Who are 

they? I only know Abraham, Moses, Christ, and Michel and there are 

so many who could be the last two and I just don't know and I don't 

want to guess so as not to offend anyone. There were many others 

also. I was definitely looking for a place to hide as this was 

overwhelming.

 The rest of the winter I spent snow boarding and working on the 

house a little. Every day I would drag myself up to the hill even 

though I was in serious pain with both shoulders trashed, and my

teacher kept harping about the weight of the world on my shoulders,

no pain no gain. But I didn't care because I might never get an 

opportunity to ride like this again and it snowed a lot that January. 

I think about the movie about Nostradamus and how they depicted 

his lessons and compared to mine, some being in the middle of a 

class or while surrounded by people. The mobile class room and 

while I rode up the chair lift the story was forced down my throat. It 

started with a review of the early lessons then expanded on them 

and added new ones. I might be riding the chair with someone it 

didn't matter the lessons just flowed into my head, the stories of 

blood and destruction. Around the beginning of March, Shekhina

said to, "be careful",  as I was riding through the trees. My teacher

was pushing me to write, and a little while after the warning a freak

accident in the trees almost broke my ankle, "write the book". Well 

Spring came and by then I had one piece of paper with generally a 

word or two or maybe a phrase being the most written on a line. 

There was some serious pressure put on me to write, so one beautiful 

sunny day I took a walk up to the waterfalls, with a pen and some paper 

and the single sheet, where some very powerful words had been written 

during the winter. The writing took about 4-5 hours, but it was so intense 

that I had to take a nap up there before I could finish. When I was done 

I had 9 pages filled with verses. I was told a few things, one thing

was that I wasn't going to die in 99 and would see the next

millennium, I said some prayers and went back home. Though every

now and then, He would lay death at my door, to rattle my cage.

 After that was done, I went back to work for a few months, because 

I was broke again, and knew while the time was getting closer, it still 

was at some point in the future. Though all the time, there is that 

background commentary, to quit and ... . I was planning on taking 

               HOMEPAGE