Of course we made immediate plans to get together for dinner the next day and catch up on old times. I never got around to investigating reports of albino eagles in the times soon after this sighting —it was long before Internet search—but I never forgot this mysterious appearance either. The path of opening up intuitive gifts is, also, one of progressive initiation into the awareness of our higher and more subtle bodies, right through to the celestial. After a short time I began to realize that the clouds atop the mountain were very unusual: there was a changing flow of triangular clouds that would turn into lenticular clouds and then back again into flat triangles—in repeating groups of three! If I could have only one book by White Eagle, I would choose 'The Light Bringer,' a rich, exciting book to share with friends and family. It is possible that they could have been at a higher or lower elevation than I imagined since there was nothing else of reference in the sky at the time, and since I was mostly viewing through the binoculars, but there is no doubt about any part of the extreme clarity of the sighting—or the fact that I had been prepared to look in the right direction at the right time with binoculars in hand. We had taken a vacation together to the Grand Canyon in northern Arizona, and were having a good time van touring, camping and looking at all the amazingly colorful landscapes and starscapes, now for the first time for me on the North Rim of this great expanse.
It was very surreal … but what was it? Bookseller Completion Rate This reflects the percentage of orders the seller has received and filled. Review by Lesley Tarrant Belcourt 'The Light Bringer' contains a powerful message. All went reasonably normally till fairly late in the afternoon of this beautiful sunny day with ideal temperatures and great workout skiing conditions when I was out in an open back-country area all by myself and ready for a rest to contemplate the glistening winter countryside. The plane I had first seen was gone, but there were other occasional seemingly slow-moving planes, perhaps military jets from Edwards Air Force Base or some other location in this dry desert area favored so much by pilots for its many days of good flying weather. So I wondered what it might mean if an eagle, particularly one this unusual, appeared to stare you down in the full light of day! Quite clearly, the Age of Aquarius is here and with it has come a speeding up of evolution. He talks about developing the intuition and gives the reader assurance that the changes in the world can be experienced with true faith and calmness because there is absolute wisdom in the divine plan. Shasta to get as close to the top as I could—to the origin of what had just happened above the mountain top.
I wondered if I should call the police later to see if there might have been any other reports of this odd sighting. Afterwards, I thought, how perfect to have picked McCloud—the cloud clan—to stay overnight and then the amazing cloud show to witness since I originally thought I had wanted to stay in the town of Mt. It happened near Mount Shasta, the snow-capped, story-book mountain rising up out of its plain just north of the Sacramento Valley, into a perfect peak with a smaller cinder cone towards the back side. White Eagle Publishing Trust, 2008. Where and are held each month at New Lands. It made me think of a very slow-moving large dark … shadow that was not a meteorite, which would have been moving much faster approaching the ground, but that nevertheless did not burn up or change its shape, rather appearing to make a soft landing … just out of sight. This must have happened sometime around 1983 when the book was first published and never reissued when I returned to Berkeley after an absence of nearly seven years.
Then I suddenly noticed something, also far away but moving very fast across the same desert expanse, making the easily recognizable airplane in the same frame of reference look almost like it were standing still. They coasted by noiselessly overhead, heading south, still in perfect equilateral triangular formation. Shasta many times over the years going up and down the coast to Oregon and beyond. The path of opening up intuitive gifts is also one of progressive initiation into the awareness of our higher and more subtle bodies, right through to the celestial. To have covered that much distance so quickly—it all happened in less than a minute, they probably had to be traveling thousands of miles per hour, and there was never any question that they could have been any kind of known conventional aircraft. It did not have the look of anything I had ever seen before: small airplane, balloon, kite or any other ordinary thing one might see in the sky. So it is with meditation.
This book is essentially a synopsis of all we have been taught, a manual to guide us through the new age. So this was another component of why he had chosen to get rid of the books! It is intuition that allows this truth to come through from the higher mind, not the lower or thinking mind. Have you felt drawn to a place for no apparent reason? It seemed to be like a large greyish-white bird of some kind, moving towards us. If I had to guess, I would say the large white bird—or whatever it was—stayed in its treetop perch for about ten or fifteen minutes. This new edition in a paperback that can go in your pocket with revisions and an improved index. Evidently, only viewing through the optics of the binoculars was able to penetrate the white eagle motion hologram as I now think of it to reveal the actual spacecraft it was masking.
All this went through my mind as I stared at the motionless craft, beginning to feel a bit relieved that nothing else had happened yet. Pages are intact and are not marred by notes or highlighting, but may contain a neat previous owner name. I had decided to go cross-country skiing at Castle Crags, a smaller state park about 20 miles southwest of the famous magical mountain, one weekend in the mid-Eighties and drove up to a little motel just south of Shasta City one Friday. I sat for some time and went over what had happened, and then in a moment of smoldering agitation, I did something that I would not have imagined myself doing. You have spent lives in various parts of the world, in various bodies, and have amassed knowledge and a variety of skills, much of which live on in the soul and can be brought over into this present life if needed.
A few hours later I was on my way to the groomed cross country ski trails, having gotten my van back on the road with a jump start. Shasta, three fuzzy objects, with a subdued orange glow, again flying in seemingly perfect equilateral triangular formation, suddenly appeared from over the horizon of the eastern hills. So, it appeared that Gerry was testing me to see how I felt about this case … and surreptitiously cautioning me at the same time to watch out for doctrinal error—I, being obviously more neutrally Scandinavian-Irish, as I believed at that time. Actually, there were some mysterious lights in the far distance on several occasions, which I could see while sitting in my hot tub at night, looking at the eastern horizon. It was a premium spot for dramatic views, being one of the few larger buildable flats to be found anywhere near the river in the twenty mile descent in its watershed. But there it was, getting closer, and I suddenly sat up and began to feel a bit anxious at what might happen next, especially when a number of crows or ravens that had been hanging out in the area, suddenly hit the ground nearby running in obvious fright.