The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision (11 page)

“What were we watching?” I asked.

“It was the whole process of Maya’s birth into her current lifetime.” Wil replied, “held in the memory of her soul group.
We got to see it all: her awareness of prospective parents, what she felt might be accomplished, and then the actual way she
was drawn into the physical dimension at conception.”

I nodded for Wil to continue.

“The act of lovemaking itself opens up a portal from the Afterlife into the Earthly, dimension. The soul groups seem to exist
in a state of extreme love even beyond what you and I can experience, extreme to the point that it feels orgasmic in nature.
Sexual culmination creates an opening into the Afterlife, and what we experience as orgasm is just a glimpse of the Afterlife
level of love and vibration as the portal is opened and the energy rushes through, potentially bringing in a new soul. We
watched that happen. Sexual union is a holy moment in which a part of Heaven flows into the Earth.”

I nodded, thinking about the implications of what we had seen, then said, “Maya seemed to know how her life could turn out
if she was born to these particular parents.”

“Yes, apparently, before we are born, each of us experiences a vision of what our life can be, complete with reflections on
our parents and on our tendencies to engage in particular control dramas, even how we might work through these dramas with
these parents and go on to be prepared for what we want to accomplish.”

“I saw most of that,” I said, “but it seemed strange. Based on what she told me about her real life, her pre-life vision was
more ideal than what really happened—for instance, her relationship to her family. It didn’t exactly turn out the way she
wanted. Her mother never understood Maya, or faced her own illness, and her
father was so aloof she never knew what he was researching until after his death.”

“But that makes sense,” Wil said. “The vision apparently is an ideal guide for what our highest self intends to happen in
life, the best-case scenario, so to speak, if all of us were following our intuitions perfectly. What actually occurs is an
approximation of this vision, the best everyone can do under the actual circumstances. But all this is more Tenth Insight
information about the Afterlife that clarifies our spiritual experience on Earth, particularly the perception of coincidences,
and how synchronicity really operates.

“When we have an intuition or a dream to pursue a particular course in our lives and we follow this guidance, certain events
transpire that feel like magic coincidences. We feel more alive and excited. The events seem
destined,
as though they were supposed to happen.

“What we just saw puts all this into a higher perspective. When we have an intuition, a mental image of a possible future,
we’re actually getting flashes of memory of our Birth Vision, what we wanted to be doing with our lives at that particular
point on our journey. It may not be exact, because people have free will, but when something happens that is close to our
original vision, we feel inspired because we recognize that we are on a path of destiny that we intended all along.”

“But how does our soul group fit in?”

“We’re connected with them. They know us. They share our Birth Visions, follow us through life, and afterward stay with us
while we review what happened. They act as a reservoir for our memories, maintaining the knowledge of who we are as we evolve.”

He paused momentarily, looking straight into my eyes. “And
apparently, when we’re in the Afterlife, and one of them is born into the physical dimension, we act in the same capacity
toward them. We become part of the soul group that supports them.”

“So while we are on Earth,” I commented, “our soul groups give us our intuition and direction?”

“No, not at all. Judging from what I could pick up from the soul groups I’ve seen, the intuitions and dreams are our own,
coming from a higher connection with the divine. The soul groups just send us extra energy and uplift us in a particular manner—a
manner that I haven’t been able to pinpoint. By uplifting us in this way, they help us to more readily remember what we already
knew.”

I was fascinated. “So that explains what was happening with my dream and Joel’s.”

“Yes. When we dream, we reunite with our soul group, and that jogs our memory of what we really wanted to do in our current
life situation. We get glimpses of our original intention. Then when we return to the physical, we retain that memory, although
it is sometimes expressed in archetypal symbols. In the case of your dream, because you are more open to spiritual meaning,
you could remember the dream information in very literal terms. You recalled that in your original intention, you saw us finding
each other again when you imaged my face, and so you dreamed almost exactly that.

“Joel, on the other hand, was less open; his dream came through in a more garbled, symbolic fashion. His memory was fuzzy,
and his conscious mind fashioned the message in the symbolism of a war, conveying to him only the general message that in
his Birth Vision he intended to stay and help with the current problem in the valley, making it clear that if he ran away,
he would regret it.”

“So the soul groups are always sending us energy,” I said, “and hoping we will remember our Birth Visions?”

“That’s right.”

“And that’s why Maya’s group was so happy?”

Wil’s expression grew more serious. “They were happy because she was remembering why she was born to her particular parents,
and how her life experiences had prepared her for a career in healing. But… this was only the first part of her Birth Vision.
She still has more to remember.”

“I saw the part when she was meeting again in this life with the man with whom she was killed in the nineteenth century. But
there were other parts that I couldn’t understand. How much of that did you get?”

“Not all of it. There was more about the rising Fear. It confirmed that she’s part of the group of seven that Williams saw
coming back. And she saw the group able to remember some kind of larger vision that’s behind our individual intentions, a
remembrance that is necessary if we are to dispel the Fear.”

Wil and I gazed at each other for a long time, then I felt another vibration in my body from the experiment. In that moment
an image of the large man with whom Maya had seen herself reuniting came into my mind. Who was he?

I was about to mention the image to Wil, when my breath left me, forced out by a cramping pain that seized my stomach. Simultaneously,
another high-pitched screech rocked me backward. As before, I reached out for Wil and saw his face fading out of focus. I
struggled to look one more time, then completely lost my equilibrium, slipping again into free fall.

D
amn, I thought—lying flat on the rock, the coarse surface of the stone edging into my back—I was back at the stream again.
For a long moment I stared up at the gray sky, now threatening rain, listening to the water flow past me. I raised up on one
elbow and looked around, noticing immediately that my body felt heavy and fatigued, just as it had the last time I left the
other dimension.

Clumsily I got to my feet, a slight pain throbbing in my ankle, and limped back into the forest. I uncovered my pack and prepared
some food, moving very slowly without thinking. Even as I ate, my mind remained surprisingly blank, like after a long meditation.
Then slowly I began to increase my energy, taking several deep breaths and holding them. Suddenly I could hear the hum again.
As I listened, another image came to mind. I was walking east in the direction of the sound, in search of its cause.

The thought terrified me and I felt the old urge to flee. Instantly
the hum vanished, and I heard a rustling of leaves to my rear. I jerked around and saw Maya.

“Do you always show up at the right time?” I stammered.

“Show up! Are you crazy? I’ve been looking for you everywhere around here. Where did you come from?”

“I was down by the stream.”

“No, you weren’t; I’ve been looking down there.” She stared at me for a moment, then glanced at my foot. “How’s that ankle?”

I managed a smile. “It’s fine. Listen, I’ve got to talk to you about something.”

“I have to speak with you too. There’s something very strange happening. One of the Forest Service agents saw me walking into
town last night, and I told him about your situation. He seemed to want to keep it quiet, and he insisted on sending a truck
to get you this morning. I told him your general location, and he made me promise to ride out here with him this morning.
Something about the way he was talking felt so odd, I decided to hike up ahead of him instead, but he’ll probably be here
any minute.”

“Then we need to go,” I said, scrambling to pack.

“Wait a minute! Tell me what is happening.” She looked panicked.

I stopped and faced her. “Someone—I don’t know who it is—is doing some kind of experiment or something like that here in the
valley. I think my friend Charlene is involved somehow, or may be in danger. Someone in the Forest Service must have secretly
approved this.”

She stared, trying to take it all in.

I picked up my pack and took her hand. “Walk with me for a while. Please. There’s more I need to tell you.”

She nodded and grabbed her pack, and as we walked east
along the edge of the stream, I told her the whole story, from meeting David and Wil to seeing Williams’ Life Review and listening
to Joel. When I came to the part about her Birth Vision, I moved over to some rocks and sat down. She leaned against a tree
to my right.

“You’re involved in this too,” I said. “Obviously you already know that your life is supposed to be about introducing alternative
techniques of healing, but there’s more that you intended to do. You’re supposed to be part of this group that Williams saw
coming together.”

“How do you know all that?”

“Wil and I saw your Birth Vision.”

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

“Maya, each of us comes here with a vision of how our lives can be, what we want to do. The intuitions we have, the dreams
and coincidences, they’re all designed to keep us on the right path, to bring back our memory of how we wanted our lives to
unfold.”

“And what else did I want to do?”

“I don’t know exactly; I couldn’t get it. But it had something to do with this collective Fear that is rising in human consciousness.
The experiment is a result of this Fear… Maya, you intended to use what you’ve learned about physical healing to help resolve
what’s happening in this valley. You must remember!”

She stood and looked away. “Oh no, you can’t put that kind of responsibility on me! I don’t remember any of this. I’m doing
exactly what I’m supposed to be doing as a doctor. I hate this kind of intrigue! Understand? I hate it! I finally have the
clinic set up just as I want. You can’t expect me to get involved in all this. You’ve got the wrong person!”

I looked at her, trying to think of something else to say. During the silence, I heard the hum again.

“Can you hear that sound, Maya, a dissonance in the air, a hum? That’s the experiment. It’s happening right now. Try to hear
it!”

She listened for a moment, then said, “I don’t hear anything.”

I grabbed her arm. “Try to raise your energy!”

She pulled away. “I don’t hear a hum!”

I took a breath. “Okay, I’m sorry. I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s not supposed to happen this way.”

She looked at me for a moment. “I know someone with the Sheriff’s Department. I’ll try to get in touch with him for you. That’s
all I can do.”

“I don’t know if that will help,” I said. “Apparently not everyone can hear this sound.”

“Do you want me to call him?”

“Yes, but tell him to investigate independently. I’m not sure he can trust everyone in the Forest Service.” I picked up my
pack again.

“I hope you understand,” she said. “I just can’t be involved in this. I feel as though something horrible would happen.”

“But that’s just because of what happened when you tried this before, in the nineteenth century, here in this valley. Can
you remember any of that?”

She closed her eyes again, not wanting to listen.

I suddenly saw a clear image of myself in buckskins, running up a hill, pulling a packhorse. It was the same image I had seen
before. The mountain man was me! As the vision continued, I made my way to the top of the hill and then paused to glance back
to my rear. From there I could see the falls and the gorge on the other side. There was Maya and the Indian and the young
congressional aide. As before, the battle was just beginning. Anxiety swept over me, and I pulled at the horse and walked
on, unable to help them avoid their fate.

I shook off the images. “It’s okay,” I said, giving up. “I know how you feel.”

Maya walked closer. “Here’s some extra water and food I brought. What are you planning to. do?”

“I’m going to head toward the east… for at least a while. I know Charlene was going in that direction.”

She looked at my foot. “Are you sure your ankle will hold up?”

I moved closer and said, “I haven’t really thanked you for what you did. My ankle will be fine, I think, just a little sore.
I guess I’ll never know how bad it might have been.”

“When it happens this way, no one ever does.”

I nodded, then picked up my pack and headed east, glancing back once at Maya. She looked guilty for an instant, than an expression
of relief swept across her face.

I
walked toward the sound of the hum, keeping the stream in sight to my left, pausing only to rest my foot. About noon the
sound ceased, so I stopped to eat lunch and assess the situation. My ankle was swelling slightly and I rested for an hour
and a half before resuming my journey. After covering only another mile, fatigue overwhelmed me, and I rested again. By midafternoon
I was looking for a place to camp.