The photo does not do this angel of love justice. I’m sure she lights up Grants Pass
Kathleen and I are the guests tonight of Wally and Ardis Johnston in Portland. Both are nearing 90 years and Wally has just finished telling me his life story. Ardis had not heard much of it because so much of what Wally did in years gone by was top secret.
He flew B47s, which would have carried thermonuclear weapons and would have flown on missions which the whole crew knew they would most likely never return from. He went from one teaching post to another until he ended up in a college that wanted to innovate.
And so Wally’s way of innovating was to invite the young Elisabeth Kubler-Ross to discuss her work with the dying and others in the newly opening field of parapsychology.
Wally traced the history of parapsychology for me, including Kirlean photography, near-death experiences, mediumship and so on, right up to the present. Much of it happened twenty or thirty years before I was born and so I heard a piece of the puzzle of the emergent field of spirituality that we all are heir to but which few of us know about.
And this is just one example of what we’re hearing as we travel across the West Coast of America and listen to people. Do you get a sense of how rich this experience is? (Both Kathleen and I have been remarking on how fortunate we are to be doing this. And of course: thanks to you, but that isn’t why I mention it.)
Earlier today in Grants Pass we met a woman (now I’ll cease using names) who’d followed the path of universal love all her life.
There’s a sense of innocence and irrepressibility to the followers of the path of love: Sandra Walter shows us her “original face”
We met a second woman of exactly that type in Ashland the night before.
And a third woman just the day before in Mount Shasta and I can mention that that was Sandra Walter. Sandra won’t mind me mentioning her, I’m sure. Look at her express herself for the camera. (She spent 20 years as an actress.) I’m playing the role of stickman in the photo, right. Kathleen is amused.
There’s a sense of innocence and irrepressibility to the followers of the path of universal love. They experience joy and a lack of all the normal worries we carry with us.
The last time we saw this rare breed of lightworker before that was in San Diego.
This is like seeing four meteors streak through the atmosphere in one night. It’s a rare circumstance although it may not be as rare in this age as it once would have been. But I think it still rare.
Kathleen practices the path of universal love and I have to admit that, when she said to me that that’s what she strived for, I used to raise my eyebrows as if she were being totally unrealistic and reaching for the sky. You can’t just cut off a piece of your experience and simply remain in joy around the clock. Ground yourself, dear.
OK, OK, I was wrong. These four women were proof of it. Case proven, Kathleen.
Seeing four of her sisters practicing it must have been a huge validation of her own path and was a learning experience for me.
I wish I had time to research what I say next but I haven’t the time available these days to do proper justice to this subject. One of our sources said recently that it’s almost impossible to experience universal love consistently in the Third Dimension because our bodies are so dense that they impede the vibration, block our awareness, drag down our emotional state, etc.
There’s another of these rare creatures to be found in Ashland, second from left
But here were four women, five with Kathleen, practising it.
Here’s what I notice about people who practice the path of universal love and have realized the fruits of it.
They seem to have very little attention on their personal life, history, and accomplishments. It seems as if their joy, love and even ecstasy – or so it seemed with our friend in Grants Pass that we dined with this morning; see a photo above that does not do her joyful mien justice – lifts them out of the range of the same suffering and misery that the rest of us go through.
And two rare birds of a feather in San Diego
So much of our suffering is self-inflicted anyways. But they neither inflict it on themselves nor experience it in the same intense way that we (OK, I) do.
It’s as if they’re above the experience of deep suffering. They suffer when they lose a child or a child strays but nowhere near the way we do. We heard in Ashland of a parent loving a child through circumstances that would raise the hair on most of our necks. The ability to love exceeds what most of us may be capable of.
I do know myself that my own emotional floor has risen with the love waves, but nowhere near that of these folks.
I also know that, for most of us, experiencing transformational love – not romantic love – may happen for mere seconds or at the most minutes a year. I would imagine it happens much more commonly for the four women I refer to.
Kathleen and I left Grants Pass today feeling elevated. I missed the couple we left within minutes of driving away from the restaurant. And I can’t stop thinking of them or the glimpses we’ve had of universally-loving people.
And these are just ordinary folks, ordinary lightworkers. How many more of them exist out there that few if any of us are even aware of? How many more lightworkers are there who fit the other descriptions we’ve been giving in our travelog?
No, don’t raise your hands. Don’t identify yourselves. It’s not about that and I know you know that. But it is about knowing it yourself. Deeply knowing. Having certainty about it. Just raise an imaginary hand and give yourself a pat on the back.
Nice job, I’d like to say to these four women and Kathleen. Nice job demonstrating what universal love looks like.
You were right. I was wrong. It can be done in the Third Dimension in this lifetime. You proved it to me conclusively.