Oct 20
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In The Beginning (19)
NINE
Being around Jeff and Roberta had the same effect on me that being with Darlene and Jack Adams had back in Jacksonville. Loving and humble yet supremely confident; I felt so grateful just to be with them.
I heard, “Because I AM in and with all of you, what shall be accomplished this very night is that the five of you will sense this as a beginning of the UNITY and I AM presence and power through whom many will walk away from their chains of religious and anti-religious thinking.
“My presence will be felt tonight and the book you are about to write will reflect this. This is the continuation of what I began in you so many years ago and now the five of you coming together in a sense of ONENESS and UNITY in ME will expand to an awareness of I AM presence and power in togetherness among millions which has not been seen on the face of the earth since the great scattering.”
[Note to Readers about the reference to ‘the great scattering,’ “So the Lord scattered them abroad from there over the face of all the earth, and they ceased building the city. Therefore its name is called Babel, because there the Lord confused the language of all the earth; and from there the Lord scattered them abroad over the face of all the earth.” Gen. 11: 8, 9 – Some Hebrew scholars estimate this event occurred between 14,000 and 16,000 years ago.]
Am I supposed to share these things? I asked silently and knew that Spirit would confirm it somehow without my having to say or do anything and that Spirit would also release me to share what was in Brad’s e-mail when the timing was perfect.
After we had finished eating our lunch, made delightful by the feeling of being bathed in the presence and power of SPIRIT along with the spectacular view of Kaneohe Bay from the patio; Jeff disappeared into the office they maintained in their home, to make some calls. They had explained during lunch that they also had office space within the large warehouse they leased near one of the major steamship piers at Honolulu Harbor, to handle the storage of imports that were unloaded from large ocean-going containers for transshipping to the “Mainland” (the word everyone in Hawaii seemed to use to reference the forty-eight contiguous states three thousand miles to the east).
Jeff’s father and younger brother Paul had been employed several years earlier and basically managed the warehousing facility and the continual shipping and receiving work that went on there. This included a traditional catalogue mail-order business as well as a growing segment of orders coming from their website. While both Jeff and Roberta were the principal officers of their corporation and had private offices there, they both made separate and frequent appearances at Honolulu Harbor; they also did a lot of their daily work at their separate desks in the rather large office in their home.
They had also told me that the nuts and bolts details of the business were delegated to people “down at the warehouse” and that Roberta had the oversight of the accounting and legal aspects of the business and Jeff’s responsibility was sales and marketing.
Rob (I discovered that everyone called her that and she, in fact, preferred it) and I fell into a sisterly camaraderie that I had never felt with anyone before. We, together, prepared the array of cold cuts and salads of which our meal this evening would be comprised, and simply understood that something “big” was about to happen without having to voice it.
We also enjoyed the anticipation of wondering how my surprise presence there might play out with Jan and Walt tonight. Walt, particularly, had been using the Leapfrog Manuscript to introduce others to the “I AM understanding.” There were perhaps two hundred and fifty people scattered throughout the islands who had been introduced via my interview of Brad; they were now regular readers of the website www.spiritualhealingsource.com which featured his writings, but no formal connection or organization of any kind, nor had there been any known gathering.
The one thing in common, Rob told me, was that all were former church-goers who had the leapfrog experience of going beyond any kind of religious expression to a direct connection with the SOURCE and had simply come to a realization that they were not to follow any human leadership. “Many of us feel the need to stay in contact, but not to have any meetings or acquire a building or anything like that,” she explained.
Was that supposed to change, I asked. The words formed in my consciousness, “Don’t get ahead of me.” Then I saw it, just as our SPIRIT-PARENT had arranged everything perfectly with the original manuscript and the preparation for acquiring the building in Jacksonville and the forming of the original core group of 12 living communally near Ponte Verde, Florida in what had been Brad’s personal residence… how everything had been so perfectly arranged to usher in this next phase. We needed to be shielded from our own human tendencies to make a human organization.
Spirit was going to formulate something that no man, woman or group of human egos could infiltrate, just as he had in Jacksonville; except that this phase would spread rapidly around the world and be embraced by people across the entire spectrum of humanity without regard to cultural, ethnic, racial and religious background or distinction.
Rob and I finished setting the table in the spacious dining room which had such a perfectly casual atmosphere, large squares of plain white tile making up the floor provided a reflected light that made the area have an almost diaphanous quality. We sat down together in the large area that seemed to flow seamlessly into a continuation of the dining area, but it felt comfortable to be in it and there was ample seating for thirty to fifty people, yet I didn’t feel lost in empty space, it had such a cozy closeness in spite of the spaciousness.
I tried to articulate to Rob what Spirit had just revealed to me about not getting ahead of where things were supposed to be and that the ordination of things would be handled without any human intervention or leadership to it.
Rob not only understood, but said things that were obviously coming to her from “beyond” and again the feeling of connection with her was so strong that I had to express it: “Rob, we are closer than sisters” …I faltered as I couldn’t quite put it into words.
“I know exactly what you are saying Jeanne; and it is inexpressible …ah, we are ONE! What we have is UNITY in and with SPIRIT.”
About then, Jeff came and sat in a chair near Rob “…you two look as though you are surrounded in a …I can’t quite put it into words, you look almost surreal. What is going on?” He asked this with a peaceful yet somewhat bewildered look on his face.
Without waiting for an answer, Jeff continued “…I just had the strangest feeling come over me and knew I was to quit fussing around in the office and join you – I had just heard the words ‘we are ONE’ and wanted to share with you two that there is a UNITY that is somehow going to spill over into our time with Jan and Walt tonight. This will be something that will spread far beyond what we can think or say and SPIRIT will control it and no man or woman will even want to assume any leadership over it. Does that make sense to you guys?”
“Perfectly,” Rob said and I just nodded in amazement as we shared the similarity to what we had just been getting.
“Oh my …Jeff you remember what started our conversation on the plane …I blurted out some words of amazement because I heard Spirit talking to me in an audible voice and you thought I had spoken to you and I apologized, remember?”
“Of course I do, why?”
“It just happened again. I’m supposed to say those crazy words that came to me farther along in our conversation, on the plane – “It is ordained.”
“What is coming to me,” Jeff interjected, “and so clearly right now, is that our getting together with Jan and Walt tonight is part of that UNITY and ONENESS …and it is only the beginning that will have its inaugural right around the dining table – now there’s a word you’ve never heard me use before, Rob, ‘inaugural,’ correct?”
I couldn’t restrain myself, using that false, deep tone I had mustered up before, “It is ordained.”
We all laughed again, and Rob said, “You know that is funny, but it is also true; we are being shown something that has been totally arranged by the SOURCE of everything and I’ll just bet that Jan and Walt are already on the same page.”
Just then they arrived, walking right in the front door. Walt immediately said, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had company,” looking at me meaningfully, he said “we always walk into each other’s homes as if we owned them; we’re not usually this rude.” He swallowed and stammered, “Uh, this is Jan, my wife and partner,” he thrust his hand toward me, “my name’s Walt.”
“Talk about rude, dear,” Jan said, easily, don’t you think you could have waited for Jeff and Rob to do the introductions?”
I stood and took his offered hand and said, “I’m Jeanne Stockwell,” while we were all laughing at Jan’s mock sternness.
“Oh, I’m afraid I’m going to be rude also, Jeanne, you are so tall!” Looking up at me she acted as if she was going to lose her balance. “You are such a beautiful woman and you carry yourself so elegantly, but so tall! I’m so sorry, that is so insensitive of me, but I’m a shorty just like Rob …I mean” …she stammered, looking thoroughly embarrassed, “you are so really good looking and…”
“Oh sit down and shut up, Jan,” Rob interrupted lovingly, with that engaging and dazzling smile, “You’re making us all uncomfortable with your embarrassment.”
“And,” I interjected, “with such a compliment, you have no need to feel rude or embarrassed, I’m quite flattered, thank you.”
“What do you say I drag out a bottle of chardonnay I got just for the occasion?” Jeff said inquiringly.
Rob said, “Are you okay with that, Jeanne.”
“Of course, I’d really love a glass of chardonnay!” and meant it.
“Well Jeanne, who are you and what brings you here?” Walt asked, as he selected a large, comfortable looking, well cushioned wicker chair, “Jan and I had agreed to share some things, with Jeff and Rob on the way over, but knowing these two I am sure you are here for some divinely appointed purpose – actually what we have to share are some rather crazy things that came to us on the drive over, but that can wait.”
“Perhaps it shouldn’t wait,” Jeff said as he paused in mid-step, as he was headed toward the kitchen to get the wine …what you were getting wouldn’t have anything to do with the words UNITY or ONENESS would it?”
“Oh, ho,” Walt reacted, “I see you’ve had something going on here as well, you must be in on this too, Jeanne, right?”
“I can’t wait any longer,” Rob said, “we wanted to play a little trick on you, but maybe it is time to ask you if Jeanne’s last name means anything to you …Stockwell.”
They both looked perplexed; Jan with her lips pursed and her head slightly cocked to the side, obviously trying to place my name.
“Oh goody,” Rob cried out with an impish grin, “we’re still able to play ‘gotcha’ …almost three years ago you and Walt changed our lives with that interview paper of Brad Cullen you sent us.”
“Yeah,” Walt said – more of a question than a statement and still looking perplexed “…and Jeanne Stockwell still doesn’t ring a bell.” Jan and Walt looked more thoughtful than ever, my name still not registering anything.
“Oh this is just as much fun as we thought it would be,” Rob said, “Hurry up with the wine, Sweetie,” she yelled in the direction of the kitchen, “and I’ll get the glasses. You and Jeanne need to tell the story.” She turned back to Walt and Jan, “Jeanne and Jeff just met yesterday on the plane coming back from the Mainland.”
“Really,” the word came out of their mouths at the same instant, Jan’s head jerked backwards and Walt eyes narrowed.
Jeff and I kind of tag-teamed with a joint and excited narrative about what began on the plane, to the open-mouthed astonishment of Jan and Walt, as the whole story unfolded …including Rob saying how she had called me a “giant” and telling Jan she shouldn’t feel so bad over her remarks about my being tall …and the three of us finished with telling them about our plot to surprise them and our conversation just before they arrived about the words we had each “gotten” individually, apparently at the same time that they had …UNITY and ONENESS.”
“My, my,” Walt said, musingly, sipping his wine, looking studious with his rather thick rimless glasses and fringe of black hair around his rather wide bald spot. He was quite thin and not all that much taller than Jan and Rob (Jeff is just a bit taller than I). Walt continued, “Did the three of you also get that something was going to begin tonight, that Spirit was going to take us to a whole new level, I think that is how Jan and I were sensing it in the car.”
“Sounds to me like we’re all in accord and waiting for some leading, doesn’t it,” I said. We all sat there sipping our wine, lost in our individual thoughts for several minutes.
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Oct 20
13
In The Beginning (18)
(18)
EIGHT
Strapped in, with my carry-on stowed in the bin above and my laptop just in front of my feet under the seat ahead of me …remembering how smoothly everything had gone this morning. The trip to the airport was relaxed and I enjoyed the scenery and the leisurely drive as the car handled quite easily.
Now the giddy excitement, was back as a flight attendant announced our final approach into Honolulu International.
Inside the terminal I caught sight of Jeff – waving. “Hey you,” he said, “any baggage besides your carry-on?” When I told him no, he just said that we needed to hurry – Roberta was parked out in the waiting zone …they had a silver colored SUV with the back hatch up and waiting – and Jeff had already insisted upon carrying both my computer case and the little bag. As he loaded them, Roberta ran up to me and gave me a hug and the so typical Hawaiian greeting, “Aloha,” (which has several meanings depending upon context and a variety of other complexities) and then, “Jeanne, you cannot imagine how wonderful it is to finally meet you.”
Roberta was at least a half foot shorter than I. Long, jet black hair; done up in a simple pony tail, flashing black eyes that hinted at some Asian ancestry along with clear dark coloring. Roberta was gorgeous!
“You’re tall!” she exclaimed.
“You’re short!” I mimicked and we both laughed.
“Okay ladies let’s go,” Jeff intoned in mock impatience. Roberta insisted that I sit up front to accommodate my long legs.
Roberta leaned forward, her head positioned between Jeff’s seat and mine so that we could both hear what she was saying, “Jeanne I hope you forgive us …we are playing a bit of a silly game …we invited Walt and Jan Hashimoto over for dinner tonight and didn’t tell them you’d be there. As Jeff told you we were introduced to your Leapfrog Manuscript and later to Brad Cullen’s writings through Jan and Walt. We thought it might be fun, if you don’t mind going along with it, to just introduce you as our good friend Jeanne Stockwell …and let whatever just unfold.”
Jeff was just listening with an amused look on his face as he navigated us out of the airport. I immediately told them I thought it was a wonderful idea. “Most people don’t know who I am anyway and from being back in Jacksonville with the group that has grown out of my first interview of Brad and my ‘spiritual leapfrog happening,’ I can tell you that there is no one individual person who has any prominence or has any ambition to be prominent. They really understand the oneness and unity of being part of I AM, with no other leader or teacher.”
“What is Brad Cullen really like? Jeff asked.
“You do realize,” I said, turning in my seat so that I could face them both, “I have never met the man …and you both have to know something else,” I said, after pausing for several seconds, “Brad should be flying out sometime next week and I thought I would be overwhelmed by excitement” …I stopped again to gather my thoughts, while they both appeared to be anxious to hear what was coming next, “but what has really had me overwhelmed by excitement is that I know that the five of us meeting tonight will begin a profound new phase in each of our lives …all five of us. That, right now, is far more exciting to me than everything else.
“I mean even when I landed at the Kona airport yesterday I was excited about calling you guys more than anything else” …I went on to tell them about the generous contract offer from Destiny that I had forwarded to Brad and his obvious openness to coming to Hawaii for several months. We appreciate the serenity and beauty of the “retreat” and all that was happening. When I would ask Spirit, the response kept coming back to the five of us getting together tonight as being “ordained.”
“Yeah, Jeff told me about that word,” Roberta responded, “and how funny it seemed to both of you, but it just kinda settled in on me as soon as I heard it. Something big is coming and I am so relieved that you are sensing it as well.”
She continued, “When you came walking out of the airport just now, I knew that even though you may be a giant” (I’m just over five feet ten inches in stocking feet), she grabbed my forearm affectionately, to assure me she meant no offense, while laughing and showing those magnificent, bright white teeth, “compared to me, Roberta the midget” (barely five toot tall, I was guessing), “but that you are my sister in Spirit and that we will be very close, so whatever is coming really is ordained, Jeanne, and somehow you, Jan and I are going to play a significant part in Spirit’s next big move. Jeff and Walt as well, but the three of us women, different somehow …” Roberta let the words hang there as she seemed to drift off and she leaned back behind us.
“It is ordained,” in the deepest voice I could muster and loudly, but somberly just as I had said it the first time and all three of us burst out laughing.
“What do you think, ladies, shall we stop and get a sandwich or something, or head for home?” Jeff asked.
“If you can wait about 30 minutes, Jeanne, we can be sitting by the pool looking down at Kaneohe Bay and I’ll rustle up something quick to keep us until Jan and Walt get there – that sound okay with you?”
In the end, we decided to go to their house, twenty-five minutes from the airport; perched on a hillside with a breathtaking view of the bay and the Marine Air Station.
Jan led me into the spacious, guest room, which was one of those “master suite” affairs complete with its own private bath and which would be my “digs” for the next few days, so I could freshen up and I was able to make a quick check of my e-mail.
Brad had written that he had shared with the “group of twelve plus one,” as they had referred to themselves since the birth 11 years ago of Darlene and Jack’s son, Daniel. Through a ‘tongue and interpretation,’ he said, it was confirmed that SPIRIT was already doing a work in both Sid Wilmot and Al Edmund and what was said was that both Sid and Al would be coming out of their religious practices to follow Spirit directly. It would not be a repudiation of either Judaism or Christian Science, respectively; they both would see and understand the truth that Jesus is their Elder Brother.
Brad signed it off, with “neat, eh?” and then a P.S. that he’d see me next week and that the whole group confirmed that he was supposed to work with me for however long it took. The book we would write would be the instrument through which a new phase of “I AM awareness” would multiply rapidly all over the world.
I was filled with excitement and was about to rush out to share with Rob and Jeff. “Not now,” I heard distinctly, “I will tell you when.”
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Oct 20
6
In The Beginning (17)
SEVEN
Jack came in while the “girls” and I were planning something for Daniel’s 11th birthday, still a couple weeks away on November 9th.
“Where’s our monster boy?” he asked – and we told him that he was off with Colin, Vic and Will who had gone into Jacksonville to get some materials for some fixer-upper project the men were working on. Daniel was maturing nicely partly due to my daughters, Debbie and Rachel, both now in their twenties. He was taking nicely to the home-schooling chores. His exposure to some marvelous male role-models, around the house, including a caring and doting father, had not yet revealed any signs of being the “mighty man of God” at age 16 …the revelation prophesied during my pregnancy. He was still a rambunctious youngster. That coupled with his overgrown size he was aptly, albeit affectionately, tagged “monster” by all of us.
There were absolutely no signs of the Down’s syndrome deficiencies with which Daniel had been born …truly a miracle and a “monster” as, again, we all affectionately referred to him – as he could already easily pass for being 15 or even older. He worked with the men every chance he got and they welcomed him and insisted to both Jack and me that he was a hard worker and already skilled, careful and quite serious in his application of several aspects of carpentry.
“Brad would like all of us to meet early tonight,” Jack said. “He received an e-mail from Jeanne Stockwell that he wants to discuss with us – oh yeah, Dar, Brad asked me to pass on Jeanne’s apologies for not answering your e-mail or calling.”
“That’s no big deal,” I responded – “I was fairly sure she was going to be too busy.”
“Well, something is up; Brad had a very serious look on his face when he asked us that we all meet tonight.”
What the meeting was about was that Jeanne had been offered a book contract with Brad as co-author, incorporating both the original Leapfrog manuscript and a part two of the manuscript …which confirmed what Jack had said during the time downstairs at the building and that Jeanne had confirmed in front of the 400-some people assembled there; then later, upstairs, Will had further confirmed it by saying: “I see a picture of surprise on Brad’s face Monday evening when we tell him the news that he’s going to be spending several days or even weeks with this beautiful lady in Hawaii, no less.”
Monday night, of course, was last night and now, instead of the anticipated few weeks that Brad might be gone, if he and Jeanne agreed on the contract which she was recommending, he might be gone for the better part of a year.
Brad had printed copies of the informal contract proposal Al Edmund, Destiny Magazine’s Chief Editor, had sent Jeanne and now Brad handed a copy to everyone and asked us to please read it. It was only two pages. The implications were stunning.
We all sat there speechless. “This is way beyond my comprehension, and I need help getting clarity and I need this to be a decision yea or nay from Spirit confirmed by all of us here,” Brad said, in an even more serious tone than usual.
“Finally it is starting,” Rachel said, getting our attention and we all turned to look at her expectantly.
Bob took our gaze away from my daughter as he began speaking in a language that not only had he not learned by “natural” means, we had never ever heard Bob say anything that wasn’t in English. The words came steadily for about three minutes and there was a bright flame above his head with purple and gold the predominant colors.
When he’d finished, Emmanuel asked, “Do the rest of you, besides Colin, Elizabeth and I realize that Bob was just speaking in Gaelic?” looking upward without speaking to us directly.
Elizabeth spoke up, “I am supposed to tell you what I just understood him to say,” “I haven’t heard the language since I was a young girl …we called it “speaking the Irish’ back then …but I know exactly what SPIRIT was saying and I thought perhaps Colin or Emmanuel were supposed to interpret, but I’ve been instructed to do so.
“As Rachel just said, ‘finally it is starting,’ everything is now being prepared to move forward and everything for which we have been waiting for so long is about to happen. You are to go to Hawaii, Brad. Jack and Bob will handle the business and you will feel no concern or have any tension about leaving.
“You and Jeanne are going to be led every step and you are now going to be released to publish the full manuscript and Destiny will enthusiastically produce it as evidence of what SPIRIT is doing and also the work which has already been completed in Sid Wilmot, a Jew, who will embrace Jesus, not as a Jew, but as his Elder Brother. Mr. Wilmot will no longer practice Judaism and his Editor, Al Edmund; will no longer practice Christian Science.
“This will not be a repudiation of either religion, but rather a beacon to those who are ready to hear what the I AM has to say to all people who will come out of their religious belief systems to embrace the presence and power of the SOURCE without having to express differences over their individual interpretation of what they are now getting directly from our SPIRIT-PARENT.
“This will usher in a unity among people all around the world not seen since the great scattering described in the 11th chapter of Genesis. People from every nation and of every religious belief and practice will, without fear, see SPIRIT in one another with an entirely new understanding of the word ‘Namaste’ as they will now allow SPIRIT to speak through them the words, ‘I AM.’
“Can you two confirm that is basically what Bob just said,” Elizabeth asked in the direction of Colin and her husband.
Debbie spoke up, “I understood everything Bob said, just the way you put it as he was saying it; I’m amazed because I didn’t know he was speaking in ‘the Irish,’ as you referred to it, Elizabeth – did any of the rest of you hear it in English?”
Everyone shook their head or made a comment to the effect that Debbie had been the only one who had experienced that phenomenon.
“Well, Mr. Cullen,” Ann said, “is that enough clarity for you?”
“I have absolutely no doubt. Are all of us together in this?”
“When are you leaving?” Will quipped to our laughter even if it was somewhat subdued due to our collective amazement …we were all wondering about where this totally unexpected turn of events would be leading us.
“Does anyone have any doubts,” I asked, as Jack put his arm around me, “Finally it starts” I mused, repeating what my daughter had said just before Spirit had spoken through Bob.
“Jack and Bob,” Brad said, “I’d appreciate it if we could go down to the office and just clear away some details and the business, per usual, will be in the hands of SPIRIT …I do want to say,” Brad had that look that came over him whenever he was about to display his dry humor, “that I’m really relieved, Bob, that you finally came to the point of speaking in a language you’ve never learned,” managing to keep a straight face, as he stood up preparing to lead the way of the three men out of the room.
“Yeah, but did it have to be Irish?” Bob replied in mock disgust, which had the effect of making all of us relaxed and laughing, knowing we could trust Spirit to lead us every step of the way.
“Leapfrog part two has been launched,” Debbie said.
“Finally” said her sister again.
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