I had been asking, demanding, pleading, begging, praying,
for it for months - but when it finally happened I was totally shocked. I
was so shocked in fact that it has taken me years to gradually remember,
and begin to comprehend, what actually happened that night.
At that point in time I thought that I was prepared for anything.
I knew that the manifestation that I had been asking for could come in any
form but I was expecting some kind of conventional miracle. I had envisioned
all kinds of possibilities: an angel visitation; being taken aboard a Celestial
space ship for a briefing; some kind of astral sight-seeing tour; and even,
and I must admit my favorite possibility, a beautiful woman from outer space
materializing in my bedroom. I had pictured my androgynous Higher Self, in
some kind of ghostly human form, descending through the roof or popping out
of a tree. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that it would be a unicorn.
Looking back on it now, I believe that I regained my composure
rather quickly, if I do say so myself. But then I had been living in a kind
of mystical twilight zone for almost a year at that point, so I had grown
somewhat accustomed to the bizarre and the miraculous.
When I was told, in April of 1988, that I was a mystic I was not
even sure what the word meant. I sure found out in a hurry. From that day
until now my life had been a continuous series of mystical revelations and
experiences. By the time that the unicorn appeared to me in January of 1989,
I had already had revealed to me such interesting items as the history and
purpose of Creation, and the True nature of God. I had been given the privilege
- a rather dubious and terrifying gift I must say - of being consciously involved
in the titanic battle between the forces of good and evil which resulted
in the energy field of Collective Human Emotional Consciousness on the planet
Earth returning to positive alignment with God after 66,000 years of being
reversed. I had been allowed to remember some detail of almost all of my
past lives, experienced a month of deep grief about my part in the nefarious
events on Atlantis which preceded The Flood, and in some instances had been
allowed to know the future.
So I think it is safe to say that my life had not been what you
would call normal for quite a while. But to have the beautiful white unicorn,
which was in a picture on my desk, gallop right off the picture . . . . .
. . . . . well, I have to admit that I was a little surprised.
What I had been asking, demanding, pleading, begging, praying
for - was some definite outward manifestation that would confirm for me that
what I was experiencing was real. I had experienced hundreds of small miracles
of many varieties, but there was still a small part of my mind that kept telling
me that what was happening was a psychotic break - and that I was crazier
than a bedbug. It seemed to me that if I had really been chosen to be a channel
for all of this divine information, that it should not be too much trouble
for someone, or something, to appear to me and let me know that I was not
So what do I get? An angel descending from the heavens saying
'Bless you my son'? Nooooooo . . . . ., I get a nine inch high unicorn galloping
out of a picture, across my desk, sliding to a halt in such a way that she
kicks my cigarettes off the desk into a trash can.
"You won't be needing the cigarettes any more."
I sat there staring at her as she settled comfortably into a sitting
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
"Let me guess," I finally found my voice, "you're my Higher Self?"
"You got it bucko," the unicorn replied.
I sat a moment staring at this miniature white unicorn sitting
on my desk. Then I started chuckling, and in a minute I was laughing and
crying at the same time. I don't remember getting up, but the next thing
I knew I was dancing around the room - laughing, shouting, and whooping for
Joy as tears streamed down my face. The pent up emotional energy of my secret
life came pouring out of me. The months of living in a mystical twilight zone
without anyone to talk to who could possibly understand what was happening
in my life had put incredible pressure on me.
After the release of the laughter and the tears, came the anger.
"What in the hell took you so long?"
"Now is that any way to talk to your Higher Self?" She was smiling
as I've never seen a horse smile - but then, she wasn't a horse, she was
a unicorn. Her eyes were full of laughter as well, and I realized for the
first time that she was communicating with me telepathically.
Then I was laughing with her as the irony of her statement hit
me. Part of the process for healing my wounded soul, and opening my inner
channel to divine guidance, had been learning that it was necessary to express
my anger to those I love - including my God. I had developed a very intimate
relationship with my God by expressing my anger, hurt, fear, and love to my
Higher Self. I had, I must admit, taken this intimacy to some pretty extreme
lengths at times - like those days when I found myself addressing my Higher
Power by the always endearing title 'fucking asshole'.
As my laughter subsided, I became aware of the overwhelming feeling
of Love that was present in the room. Tears came to my eyes again as I felt
the exquisite Love energy flowing through and around me.
"LOVE is a vibrational frequency, isn't it?"
"Of course it is."
"And God is the Holy Mother Source Energy?"
"You got it bucko."
The Joy that filled my heart caused my tears to start flowing
again. I had felt the Truth of the revelations from the beginning - but to
have that Truth confirmed, by what I would definitely term a major miracle,
was incredibly full-filling.
"And Truth is a vibrational communication of emotional energy
from the Soul, right?"
"Truth is felt within, just like God is felt within - and the
Light of Truth is shining on us now because it is the Age of Healing and
"You got it."
"And the world is so screwed-up because the energy field of human
emotional consciousness on this planet has been reversed, causing humans
to do everything backwards. But it was all just a part of the script, and
now is the time when we can awaken to the Truth that we are all ONE, and
that God is LOVE, and that everything is unfolding perfectly." The Truths
that I had remembered, and felt so strongly, were pouring out of me in my
Joy at this divine confirmation. "There are no accidents, no coincidences,
everything happens for reasons in alignment with divine purpose. Right?"
"Bingo, Bingo, and Bingo," smiled my unicorn.
"Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I sang out, with my
arms upraised towards the heavens. Tears were streaming down my face as I
reveled in the Joy that was reverberating through my being.
I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. My whole body
was tingling with the higher vibrational energy of Love and Joy and Truth.
Then a thought occurred to me, and a sliver of fear sliced through me in
reaction to the thought. The thought was 'maybe this is a dream'.
My body tensed in that moment and my eyes snapped open in panic.
And then the tension released and relaxation flowed through me. She was still
there sitting on my desk - her eyes dancing with laughter and a silly grin
on her face. I could feel that what I was experiencing was real. And I knew,
in that moment, that I could never in my wildest imagination have dreamed
up this miniature unicorn sitting on my desk.
"And the lower ego is heard from," she communicated, referring
to the thought which had generated the fear in me a few seconds earlier.
"That's for sure," I said. "The old human ego sure has been programed
to not believe in miracles, hasn't it?"
"That's a big bingo, bucko," she smiled.
"Why a unicorn?" I asked her.
"You Loved unicorns on Mu."
"I Loved everything on Mu," I laughed.
"That's the way it is in Paradise bucko."
I smiled at this incredibly beautiful creature. White-gold light
surrounded and emanated from her.
"But I mean, why, with all the possible forms you could have manifested
in, did you choose a unicorn?"
"I thought it would amuse you."
"I Love it," I said. "Will you stay long."
"Long enough to help you finish the book."
"Then the book is important?"
I had known since the beginning of this mystic business that I
was to write a book with the information that was being revealed to me. I
had, in fact, written a great deal of it already - but had not been able
to figure out how to put it all together.
"So, how do I put it all together?"
"WE," she definitely emphasized the 'we' part, "will intersperse
sections explaining the history of this Creation Dream with chapters about
our conversations and explorations into the meaning of life."
"Explorations? Do you mean that we are going somewhere?"
"When do we start?" I asked, as a flood of excitement surged through
"Right now," she telepathed as she stood and walked to the edge
of my desk. "Feel my horn with your hands."
Her horn projected out from the middle of her forehead in a tight
spiral, like a long thin screw. It was a brilliant white and felt as smooth
as ivory. As I ran my hands over her horn - suddenly I found myself on her
back. Rather I shrank to her size, or she grew to mine, I couldn't tell. What
I did know is that we were not in my room anymore.
We were flying!!!