As we began the two-hour trip to the airport, I wondered how we were going to find Rachel and Tommy. Wil knew they were headed to the city of St. Katherine in Egypt. But just where they were staying there was unknown.
“It’s a small town,” Wil had said. “You’ll find them. Just pay attention. Something will happen.”
I knew he was probably right. From the intuitions Coleman and I had experienced, we were definitely headed to the correct place. Egypt could be dangerous at times, but the government was usually friendly toward tourists, especially those who might be interested in a pilgrimage to Mount Sinai.
Coleman had put down the Document, so I grabbed it and began to read. As Wolf had hinted, the Eighth Integration said we would be led into another level of Connection with others, a level that would heighten our understanding of Conscious Conversation.
This stuff is coming fast now, I thought. Maybe Wil was right in saying we were beginning the downhill run through the remaining Integrations.
I reminded myself that the Eighth Insight of the old Prophecy had predicted we would learn to uplift others in conversation by intending to connect with and uplift their higher self or soul. This uplifting was intended to lift the other person into a higher consciousness, where, along with getting more insight into his or her own life, the person would be more likely to provide Synchronistic information that we individually needed.
At the time, there was some confusion about the mechanics of this procedure, but most times merely the intention worked. The people being uplifted would suddenly become more alert and seemingly gain access to an unconscious part of themselves. They would often preface their remarks by saying, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” or “I’ve never thought of this before, but…” And then the information they presented would often be exactly what we needed to hear at the time.
I looked back at the pages in my hand and moved to the next passage. It seemed to be saying that this uplifting could now be expanded, in light of the other Integrations, by consciously merging minds with the higher self of the other person. Merging minds?
At this point, I was interrupted in my reading as we entered the northern outskirts of Phoenix and began our own search for food. After about thirty minutes, we found a health food store where we stocked up. And as fortune would have it, immediately next door was a small shop where Coleman could buy more clothes.
Afterward, we took a back way to the airport, where Wolf pulled up very cautiously to the international concourse. We were all on the lookout for anything unusual and tried to be hypervigilant for any intuitions meant to guide our way. However, nothing of note happened, so Coleman and I jumped out and collected our gear.
Finally, I walked over to the window and shook Wolf’s hand and thanked him.
“Get to Sister Mountain as soon as you can,” he said cryptically. “You’ll be shown what to do.”
In less than an hour, we were on an airplane headed for Cairo, taxiing out to the runway. I checked my cell phone and found no messages, then quickly shut it off as the plane lifted into the air.
Coleman was already asleep, so I pulled out the Eighth Integration and began reading again. It went on to explain the passage about merging minds by saying we could initiate this merging by applying what it called the “Oneness Intention.”
This term, the Document went on, meant much more than the abstract idea, voiced by many religious traditions, that we are all one. It defined an entirely new way that humans could relate to one another, the effectiveness of which could immediately be proven to oneself. Further, the best way to understand this new way of relating was to look closely at the phenomenon of people finishing each other’s sentences.
I thought about this for a moment. I’d always concluded that this ability resulted from how much time one spent with a particular person, primarily because it seemed so common among husbands and wives, executives and their secretaries, and roommates and office mates.
When I turned again to the Document, it said that while this ability is common, it could be more readily facilitated, even among strangers, by practicing the Oneness Principal, which was to go into every human interaction with the intention of joining higher minds.
Wait a minute, I thought, putting on the mental brakes. Would we really want to do that? I was suddenly feeling a real resistance to this idea. In fact, I was so perplexed by my reaction that I woke up Coleman and told him everything I’d read, and the trouble I was having with merging minds with others, especially strangers. Perhaps because the idea was planted, I couldn’t help seeing him in a totally different light. In fact, he seemed to behave in a slightly different way, as though he was more thoughtful than before.
“As a guy with a strong ego myself,” he said, “it comes to me that perhaps you don’t like the idea of merging minds with other people because you’re afraid they will pollute your thinking with gibberish.”
I laughed, and then thought about what he was saying. Was that it? Did I just want to feel special and unique, and that led me to think merging minds with someone might dilute my creativity?
“On the other hand,” he continued, “you can’t deny that our group has been joined, in a way, already, and acting in unison. Remember how powerfully that was happening on Secret Mountain?”
I did remember. We were in that connected state for hours. And the fact was, I felt no diminishment or loss of energy from the Connection at all. If anything, I felt enhanced. We were somehow all coordinating our actions and decisions at light speed, like a flock of birds in flight do when they change directions at precisely the same time. And we experienced the same phenomenon at the homestead as well.
I looked at the Document again, and it clarified that the joining is not of egos but of the higher mind, which is linked with the Divine. To further explain, it said when two people merge in this manner, both feel enlarged because they have access to not just their own higher self, but to the other’s higher consciousness as well. The net effect is to feel more clarity and guidance overall. The clarification made me feel better.
“Seems to me,” Coleman continued, his eyelids looking heavy again, “that since it says you can prove the power of the Oneness Intention for yourself, you should just try it for a while.” With that, he was suddenly asleep again.
Looking out the window, I mused over the succinctness of his suggestion. In fact, it sounded like something I might have said to myself, if he hadn’t beaten me to it. Why not try it now? I thought. I quickly moved everything off my lap and walked up to the attendants’ station to ask for some more water.
Only one of the attendants was there, an older Egyptian woman with short black hair, dressed in uniform, who had served us earlier. I decided to do just as the Document said. As I walked up, I silently affirmed the intention to join higher minds.
She immediately turned around. “Need a refill?”
“Yes, please,” I replied, handing her my empty cup. “It’s going to be a long flight, huh?”
“Yes, but it’s not too bad. I crew this flight several times a week.”
She was looking at my shoulder. “Is that for me?”
I looked down and realized that I still had the copy of the Document under my arm. I had placed it there when I was moving everything so I could get out of my seat, then forgot to put it back in my pack.
“Oh, no, it’s just a copy of an old… well, just something I brought with me by mistake.”
“An old what?”
She looked at me with total earnestness, and I realized I had to tell the truth about it.
“It’s an old Document about human spirituality that people are studying right now.”
“What’s it about?”
I struggled to put it simply. “Well, it’s about how humans are waking up to the fact that we’re all spiritually connected.”
She looked down as if thinking, then said: “I’ve heard something about this. My sister’s husband is studying some writings like that. There’s a whole group of them.”
Leaning in and speaking lower, she added, “You know he usually is shy and reserved, but since he’s been meeting with this group, he’s really become quite talkative and obsessed with telling the truth.”
“That’s the same Document,” I said, somewhat surprised by the familiarity with which she was speaking to me, as if she was talking to her close friend. I couldn’t wait for the answer to my next question.
“Where does your sister live?” I asked.
“In a small town out in the desert, called St. Katherine.”
I had already known what she was going to say, but the Synchronicity still shocked me.
“You won’t believe this,” I said. “That’s where we’re going after Cairo.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? I should give you his number. His name is Joseph.” She opened a drawer and pulled out some paper and scribbled down his complete name and telephone number.
“You know,” she continued, “I haven’t talked to him in quite a while. I’m going to call him and ask more about this Document. I’ll tell him we met on a plane.”
“Thanks,” I said, then gave her my name and number as well.
The other attendant came up at this point, so I walked back to my seat and immediately woke up Coleman and told him what happened.
“You should be used to this kind of Synchronicity by now,” he said.
“N-n-no,” I stammered. “It usually doesn’t go this fast with a stranger. A Synchronicity this on target usually takes quite a bit of time to come out in conversation, if it happens at all. Sometimes you feel led to someone, but when you try to talk, the conversation goes nowhere. Two strangers usually have to build up trust.”
Suddenly wide awake, he looked at me hard. “You did what I said, didn’t you? You tried that Oneness principle.”
I gave him an exaggerated nod yes. Coleman pulled the copy of the Document out of my hand. “Let me read this for a while.”
Which was fine with me. I wanted to spend some more time thinking. Maybe I was making too much out of the woman’s openness, but I didn’t think so. What struck me as important wasn’t so much meeting a friendly person who had a brother-in-law in the city of our destination. That wasn’t crazy unlikely. The noteworthy thing was the quality of the conversation itself: there was an immediate closeness and rapport and, in fact, honesty. At this level of Connection, I didn’t have to remember to be direct and honest. My words just came out that way naturally.
When I woke up, Coleman was already awake and arranging his things. He leaned over when he saw me stirring.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Two A.M.,” he said. “We’ll be landing in Cairo in twenty minutes.”
He looked sleepy, as though the crowded seats had further fatigued him during the night. And I felt the same way. I couldn’t have slept more than a few hours.
Once on the ground, we hurried to pick up our luggage and find our ride to St. Katherine. When it arrived, we were pleased that it was a large van and we were the only passengers. The vehicle had two long bench seats so that we both could lie down. We slept the whole way there, rolling in about eleven that morning.
The town was basically a collection of cross streets filled with tourist service buildings and small lodges, all built in the bottom of a bowl-shaped valley. On all sides were huge, towering red mountain peaks, including, toward the southeast, the Sinai range.
We called around on a pay phone until we found a small lodge nearest to Mount Sinai, and by the time we walked into the tiny office to check in, the pace of travel had taken its toll. My energy had fallen substantially, so I went though my mental checklist of Integrations to get centered: expect intuition and Synchronicity, stay in Alignment, and come back to a love Connection. Now, I added one more: intend Oneness.
When we rang the bell on the attendant’s desk, we were greeted by a distinguished-looking older gentleman with gray hair. He spoke perfect English but at first seemed extremely cautious, asking us many questions about our travel plans and passports. Yet by the time we finished checking in, he was smiling and extremely friendly.
He gave us our keys, and then, as we were walking away, he looked thoughtful for a moment.
“If you care for a hike,” he said, “there is a trail just outside that leads to a nearby hill. It provides a splendid view of the town and the Mountain of Moses.”
We thanked him and headed down the long hall to our rooms, which we found perfectly placed directly across from each other. Even better, my room had an outside door, which opened on to a small patio. We could see the walkway to the hill across the street.
“This is great,” Coleman said.
After showers, we walked next door and had a great meal in a little restaurant. When we finished, I asked, “What do you get when you tune in to whether we should contact the flight attendant’s brother, Joseph?”
He thought for moment. “I get the feeling we should do it. It’s logical and also feels right.”
I grabbed my phone and texted Joseph that we had met his sister-in-law and asked if we could talk to him about the Document. I left the phone on so we’d hear the reply if one came in.
“Okay,” Coleman said. “Let’s hike this hill.”
The day was beautiful. The sun shone brightly, with small puffs of white clouds dotting a crisp blue sky. As we walked, we gazed out at the red mountains rising all around us.
“Wow,” Coleman said. “This looks a lot like Sedona.”
We followed the trail over to the hill and started up, truly amazed by the colors in the rocks themselves. Along with the red were streaks of gray and gold. With every step I began to feel better.
“This hill feels like Sedona, too,” Coleman said.
At a certain point, the path meandered by a flat ledge that overhung the city, so we stopped and looked down at the town. Just as I was immersing myself in the vista, I noticed Coleman nodding toward something up ahead.
On the other side of the overhang was a rounded protrusion of rock, and on top, a man was kneeling alone on a prayer cloth. He had long dark hair and a short beard and was looking out into the distance toward the southeast. Without seeing us, he turned to a seated position, pulled out a cell phone, and entered in a number.
Suddenly, my text ring went off on my phone. When the man heard it, he whirled around and saw us, a puzzled look on his face. The text read:
My sister already informed me of your arrival. I would love to speak with you. Please call.
I looked back at him. He was smiling broadly. Coleman laughed out loud. It was Joseph.
Immediately, the man jumped up and walked over to us.
“Quite good timing,” he said with a thick Egyptian accent. “I’m Joseph. Glad to meet you.”
Coleman gave me a look to remind me to practice Oneness, and I immediately held that intention, introducing both of us and telling Joseph that we were looking for some of our friends who had joined a group studying the Document here in St. Katherine.
“I know one group here,” he said. “But tell me, how far along are you with the Integrations?”
“We’ve formed a template group,” I said, “and are tuning in to our Guidance. We’ve just begun Oneness.”
“So you’ve just begun the Eighth step,” he said, as though more was coming.
“That’s right,” Coleman replied.
Joseph asked me to describe Tommy and Rachel to him and when I did, he looked surprised.
“I think I know who your friends are,” he said. “I haven’t met them yet, but they are here. I will take you to them.”
He took one last look out toward the mountains.
“Which peak is Sinai?” I asked.
He pointed farther toward the southeast. “Jebel Musa? That’s it right there. Just to the right of St. Katherine’s Cathedral.”
We stared at it for a long time, and as I tuned in, I thought I felt a calming, welcoming sensation. A flash of memory suddenly broke through, and I realized I was getting a hint, once again, of that mysterious point of Connection I had experienced on Secret Mountain.
“I noticed,” I said to Joseph, “that you were kneeling toward Mount Sinai when we walked up.”
He smiled. “Oh, no. I was looking toward Mecca. From here, Mecca is almost exactly on the other side of Jebel Musa. But when I’m in prayer, the two places feel aligned inside me.”
He looked closely at Mount Sinai again. “It is said that Moses looked upon the face of God there. Wouldn’t you love to experience that?”
In just thirty minutes, we were pulling through the gate of a large gray stone house about a mile away from the hotel. Joseph had driven us in his Toyota SUV.
At that moment, I was hit by a stark realization. I was about to see Rachel again. Would I be able to open up to her in Oneness? Or would I feel the same old hesitation? I knew we had connected spontaneously on Secret Mountain, but since then, for some reason I had still resisted opening up to her. The Connection seemed too deep, or would lead to complications or something.
As we got out of the vehicle, the door of the house flung open and Rachel and Tommy rushed out to greet us. I rubbed Tommy’s head and embraced Rachel, but I cut it short and again avoided prolonged eye contact with her.
Coleman came along and swept Rachel into a big hug. He among everyone seemed to be the most excited about the reunion, and as we walked toward the house, he confided in me about his feelings.
“I grew up with cold scientists as parents, bless their hearts,” he said. “I’ve never had a real family before.”
Inside, we walked into a great room that was filled with nice leather furniture and Persian rugs. A dozen more people were waiting for us, all of them looking toward me intensely, and I looked away from them as well.
Tommy was suddenly tugging me by the arm, taking me over to meet his mother. When we were close enough, I introduced myself and Tommy said her name was Love of Mountain.
“Tommy has told me about all of you,” she said, her arm around her son. “Now I know why he didn’t want to come with me originally. He must have known he was going to meet you.”
“Why did you come to St. Katherine?” I asked her.
She looked at me proudly. “To visit my namesake,” she said. “Sister Mountain. My father, who was a trader, brought me here when I was young, and it was love at first sight. Secret Mountain and Jebel Musa have the same energy. They both open you up.” Tommy was nodding.
A question came to my mind then with such force that I just blurted it out. “Why doesn’t Tommy have a Native American name, like you?”
She smiled at Tommy. “Because he is stubborn.”
“They have tried to give me names,” Tommy reacted, “but none of the names have been right. When I do something important, I will know my tribal name.”
Then, as though suddenly thinking of something to do, Love of Mountain rushed out of the room, leaving Tommy and me alone. He looked at me as though he had something to say. I beat him to it.
“Tommy, I have to know how all this relates to the Mayan Calendar. You know, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said. “We need to hurry.”
He led me through an open entrance into a large sunroom of solid glass walls, and we sat down at a table. I could see Coleman in the other room talking with Rachel and several of the new people. For an instant my eyes met Rachel’s again. The room was busy behind them, as everyone seemed to be packing for a trip.
“It is the mythology of my tribe,” Tommy began, “that the mountains of the Red Rock area of Arizona and the Red Mountains here are all connected.
“Native peoples have always seen mountains as sacred places that lift us above the common awareness to glimpse the sacred spirit. This spirit is now seeking to come closer. The Maya knew this and came to this world to bring the message of the Calendar to us.”
“But what is the message, Tommy?” I asked. “The media has twisted it into predicting doomsday. It’s difficult to decide whose interpretation to believe.”
At this moment, Coleman strode into the room, obviously sensing that we were talking about something important. I saw a flash of impatience on Tommy’s small face, which brought up a smile I tried to hide.
“I’m certain I need to hear this,” Coleman said urgently.
Tommy and I both gestured for him to sit down.
“The truth of the Calendar is simple,” Tommy continued. “It has nothing to do with doomsday. It spells out a timeline for the entire Cosmos, and the true purpose of human history. The Maya conceive the Universe as being created approximately sixteen billion years ago, but according to them, the creation didn’t happen all at once. Their Calendar gives the dates of nine Steps of Creation that will have occurred from the beginning until the Calendar ends by 2012.”
He paused and looked at me as if the beginning date of the Calendar was important. I knew why. Only recently have scientists agreed on a date for the beginning of the Universe at the time of the Big Bang, and that date is very close to the one the Maya chose—begging the question: how could the Maya have known the date of the beginning this accurately, centuries ago? Is the rest of the Calendar just as accurate?
“One scholar in particular,” Tommy continued, “has spelled out the dates the Calendar has assigned to each step of creation with great clarity. As I said, the first Step of Creation began about sixteen billion years ago, and included the formation of the Universe and the coalescence of matter into galaxies, stars, and planets, and the beginning of life and its development into the first cells and then into more complex organisms. The Second through the Fourth Steps of Creation brought us mammals, anthropoids, and finally, two million years ago, humans.
“At this point, the remaining Steps of Creation focused on the expanding reach of human consciousness, beginning with a tribal awareness and reaching, about 103 thousand years ago, a regional awareness, where humans developed language and began to become conscious of other human groups in a larger geographical area.
“Next in the Calendar came a national awareness, beginning around 3115 B.C.E., where humans organized first into empires and finally into nations.
“Then on July 24, 1755, another step in creation began, yielding a planetary awareness. This was when we first realized we shared a finite planet and began to interact economically across the globe.”
Tommy paused to emphasize something.
“It’s important,” he continued, “to remember that these steps are not just symbolic. They entail an actual shift in our consciousness. When we reached the planetary step, for instance, we gained the ability to tune in to a consciousness that transcended a flat Earth perception. We literally could more readily feel that we were all together on a round Earth, floating through space.
“And the next surge in creation, occurring on January 5, 1999—the galactic awareness—gave us the ability to stretch our consciousness even farther. It lifted us beyond the planet and gave us even more ability to sense the larger Cosmos. This accelerated the shift from a material and secular outlook to a more awakened spiritual state. We more readily knew we were floating around in space with no real understanding of why. We wanted the real truth of our existence. Religion itself came under question because we wanted more complete answers to our inquiries.
“It was this questioning that led to ideological fanatics thinking they had to defend their doctrines and even force them on people, sometimes violently. This galactic perspective began only two years before 2001, when the wars began over whose religion was best.”
I just looked at him, having had no idea the Mayan Calendar was so specific in its dating.
“Scholars are still arguing over the dates somewhat,” Tommy continued, “but the general outline of creation is most important. They predicted this sequence of human progress centuries ago.”
I recalled then that Tommy had mentioned that the Calendar had predicted nine Steps of Creation. He had mentioned only eight. I asked him about it.
“The Calendar predicts another Step of Creation,” the young man continued, “one that is already coming and can be felt. It is intended to bring in an ideal world.”
I perked up, remembering that Tommy had told the group that the Calendar was itself a prophecy similar to the end-times visions of many religions. Most of these scriptural Prophecies talked about a coming Messiah figure who would usher in an ideal world, and now he was talking about the Calendar also pointing to an ideal world.
“Tell me more about what the Calendar predicts,” I said.
He waved me off with a flip of his hand, obviously wanting to make another point.
“My tribe believes,” he pressed, “that this last step will not be imposed on us. Enough of us must learn how to tune in to the next level of creation. And to do that, we must first receive the consciousness the Integrations speak of, beginning with the Integration we’re working on now, the Eighth.” He was looking at me as though I particularly had to “get it.”
We were interrupted then by the sounds of more movement in the other room. Through the door I could see Love of Mountain and several others rolling back one of the Persian rugs and opening a huge trapdoor in the floor. She looked at Tommy, motioning for him to come help her.
Coleman and I both stood up.
“You know what they’re doing, don’t you?” Coleman said. “They’re getting ready to go to the mountain.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know, and they don’t seem to, either. But they’re sure they have to go.”
We were walking back toward them when Rachel abruptly appeared and grabbed my arm.
“I have to talk to you,” she said forcefully, leading me into the sunroom and out a back door into a garden courtyard. The area was paved with flagstone and surrounded by thick hedges and flowering plants. The aroma of water lilies came from a small pond in the corner.
“Everyone’s packing,” I said. “What are they planning to do?”
“They’re going to Sister Mountain,” she replied. “Something’s about to happen up there.”
“How do you know?”
She looked at me seriously.
“I know quite a lot,” she said. “If you weren’t avoiding me, you might realize that!”
I just looked at her.
“Why are you avoiding me?” she pressed.
“Because I’m trying to stay in Alignment,” I snapped, wanting to run back in the house.
She smiled and looked at me as if I was a child. “If you had just connected enough to really talk to me, you wouldn’t be confused about this. Do you know why I’m here, why I’m trying to reach the real you? This isn’t about anything romantic. It’s about the Integrations.
“The Template of Agreement is not just for resolving the extreme polarization that’s occurring in politics and religious ideology. It’s also about bridging the myth and polarization that keep men and women apart.”
She shook her head. “You know what I was taught as a child by my mother? That men and women are completely different animals, with a different outlook and language, and doomed forever to misunderstand and manipulate each other. She taught me to lie and control to get what I wanted from men, and as I tried to manipulate my way through one failed relationship after another, I grew to hate men for making me do that.
“And I hated my mother for not preventing the world from being that way. I quit speaking to her for years… and then she died before I could get back home to talk to her.”
She looked over at me and I tried to stay with her gaze.
“I know now,” she said, “that it wasn’t her fault. I wasn’t the only one with this misunderstanding. We all play the game of sex and security. You think you have to be in control so you limit your connection with me, or manipulate it in some way. But the fact is, this habit of closing off to some women is something you’ve probably always done.
“I bet you’ve never really opened up to any woman. You were busy manipulating, hoping to entice them into a relationship with you, or, on the other hand, dismissing them altogether if they didn’t seem like a sexual possibility. We’re all stuck in not fully connecting with those of the opposite sex—women using their sexuality to manipulate men, men manipulating women to get sex. But now, as we figure out how to really tune in to each other, we’re on the verge of being able to blow past sexual manipulation altogether.”
I was watching her speak, struck by her open, authentic expression of all this. It was done with a deep soul Connection to me—yet it was a Connection that meant nothing more than that: deep Connection.
“How did you get so clear about this?” I asked spontaneously.
“My mother told me.”
“I thought you said she died before you could speak to her.”
“She did.”
I just looked at her, thinking of the implications of her remark. And in that moment, I realized that my fear of connecting with her seemed to be fading.
“I’ll tell you soon about my communication with my mother,” Rachel went on. “But that’s not what we need to be doing now. This distance between men and women has to be healed. For most of us, it’s been romance or nothing when it comes to the opposite sex. And we can’t go forward into another elevation of consciousness until this changes.
“If a template group works at all, it’s because it sets a new pattern by agreement and sends that energy out into the world, to help set a new cultural standard in the collective mind. So what you and I heal here and now influences the world in that way. We have to get back to where we were on Secret Mountain. We have to be souls to each other!”
She reached into a large satchel that she carried and pulled out about a dozen crumpled pages. “I don’t know how much of the Eighth Integration you’ve read. But here it is.”
I found a bench near the fountain and began to read where I had left off. It immediately held me spellbound.
To completely join minds, it said, we must intend Oneness, but we must also come back to a love state that totally transcends sexual complexity. It named this emotion Agape.
I looked away for a moment and thought about the word. Agape was Greek, and it meant a particular kind of love: one of the soul for all of creation, but most particularly, a love for other people that is platonic in nature. Centering in this kind of love, the Document went on, even more than intending Oneness or Conscious Conversation, lifted those in interaction into their highest soul wisdom. Moreover, this elevation was multiplied many times when practiced by a group.
I put down the pages then and walked into the other room, finding Rachel standing in the doorway waiting for me. Our eyes met, and this time I just let myself go fully into her eyes, setting the intention for Oneness and opening to love.
Suddenly, I felt a perceptible movement in my heart, a surge of emotion that created an even greater centeredness and freedom from apprehension that I hadn’t experienced since Secret Mountain. It was right, and totally in Alignment in every way, and never had to be defended. It was Agape.
In my peripheral vision, I noticed a few people in the other room looking at us, but I remained focused on Rachel. She rushed up to me and turned me in the other direction to face the windows that overlooked the courtyard.
“Look how beautiful it is outside,” she said. “Remember how the world looked on Secret Mountain? We’re truly working our way back there with each Integration. The next step is opening our senses fully to the way the world really looks when we’re all connected together in a state of love.”
For a moment I took in the beauty. But part of me didn’t want to go there yet. All I wanted was to experience this level of Agape again.
I turned around to face Rachel.
I wanted to ask her another question, but the power of the eyes staring at us from the other room was drawing me to them. Everyone was crowded into the doorway looking at the two of us, including Coleman, who was jumping up and down near the back, waving the pages of the Document he held in one hand.
I returned their gazes with the same deep Agape I had projected toward Rachel, and without paying the slightest attention to who was male or female. The energy level and Agape with the group exploded within me even more. They all seemed delighted.
“Wow,” I said out loud.
Rachel came around, stood beside me, and looked at the others.
“Every time,” she said, “that someone integrates Agape for the first time, it creates a ripple of heightened love in everyone around them, like heat in a greenhouse—or a conversion experience in a crowded country church.”