Image by Enrique Meseguer
I live in a scar on the face of North America. Two continents crashed into one another, half a billion years ago we think, causing an upsurge in the Earth's crust, in effect welding back together two continental pieces of the original solitary puzzle geologists call Pangaea.
We call the scar the Appalachian Mountains. Rippling at various altitudes from Quebec to Alabama, these are the ancient oxygen forests 'trail rats' find so magnetic. Spring smells like honey laurel and waterfall. Summer like ragweed and DEET. In Autumn, burning bituminous and rotting crab apple. Winter, like everywhere, smells like virginity.
The word scar seems a little strong for such breathtaking scenery. Why is that? We use the word scar to indicate something that's permanent. We ask 'Will it leave a scar?' when we need to get something stitched back together. We even emphasize the 'permanence' of psychological trauma by thinking we're 'scarred for life' by certain experiences.
Healing in Process
But a scar is healing in process. Two things that used to be one thing are being reintroduced, becoming one thing again. So the surface of the planet is being healed. But let's look just under the surface. The contrast in Appalachia is palpable. There are heavy threads of poverty woven into the fabric of the region since the time of the robber barons during the industrial revolution.
So much sucked from the skull of human cultural and natural resources, and injected into the Euromerican aristocracy. And so little returned environmentally. Or culturally. Emotionally. Economically. Appalachia is widely considered to be America's poorest of the poor. But it's hidden up the steepest slopes and deep in the narrow valley folds. Tired shotgun shacks gaze out over the swollen brush and from under the drooping pine boughs. And the spirit of once-teeming coal-company towns sucked down the spent mineshafts, leaving sidewalks barren, and storefronts empty.
Yet, look again. There's an abundance of life! A slow and steady stream of cars move in procession, on roads too narrow to accommodate the population somehow, not just at rush hour, but any point in the day. It's like life spills out into the roads from the adjacent wilderness, where the sheer breadth of vitality blows the mind wide open, letting it settle into its original patterns of interdependency and stillness. Even the most wicked scar is only temporary, and the mountains can teach us this.
Early in their formation, the Appalachians reached even higher than the present-day kingdom of the Himalayas. Over hundreds of millions of years, they've eroded into more rounded peaks and rolling parabolas that are more hospitable to common life than the craggy days of their adolescence.
Little by little, Earth lets go her scar tissue, and lets it roll down her back, into the river basins. Someday the mountains will have become smooth flatlands. And apart from having the slightest bit of faith in it, there's nothing we need do to help the process along. In fact, it happens whether we have faith or not. But the faith is what enables us to see it.
That's the natural order of things: Invariably, all scars eventually fade as a function of the 'weather,' beyond our control; beyond even our noticing. It's a relief.
Paving the Way for a New Kind of Life
Between the Allegheny wrinkles and the Blue Ridge, all within the greater fold of the Appalachians, there's a valley, naturally, and it holds a county called Floyd in its heart. Quaint and rural Floyd County, Virginia holds literally one stoplight for the whole commonwealth. On Saturday nights, the county seat's General Store clears its aisles to make room for the Bluegrass pickers and cloggers and flatfooters. They call it the "jamboree," and people come from all over. Young, old.
When cropland values here approached nadir in the seventies and early eighties, people who wanted to live a different kind of life began coming here, too. Coming from all over, they began buying land parcels, which were pretty inexpensive by this time. And they began building their communities atop foundations of principled living: Simplicity; Natural harmony; Conservation; Spiritual compulsion.
The seed of one such community was compelled to sow itself here through the spirit of the Essenes; the wilderness community at QumrGn, and authors of the Dead Sea Scrolls. St. John the Baptist was likely from QumrGn, an Essene. Some say they were actually Jesus' primary teachers. Anyway, their singular purpose was to pave the road for the dawn of Christ, and this they did with perfection.
As for the "compelled community" in Floyd County: They call themselves the "Associations of the Light Morning" (or A.L.M.). Assembled, in part, from a group of Edgar Cayce's students, they were internally guided to a place called Copper Hill; not far from the Blue Ridge Parkway. The voices that guided them here described the area as 'remote, but accessible'. The voices, they say, are none other than those of the Essenes, and the primary directive given them is to pave the way for the re-emergence of the Christ.
Heal Your Mind
Yes, love your brother. Yes, live in harmony with nature. But first and foremost, pave the way for the best within each one to shine outward. In other words 'Heal your mind'. But how? By losing it. Forgetting it. By simply letting it erode. But if I let my mind erode, I won't have anything left. Just low-lying flatlands, right?
You're left with a clear field of vision, where you have continuous access to all the horizons. You have a vector along which the comfortable orange sunlight glides from the cusp of the horizon to the back of your eyes at both sunrise and sunset. The sunrise is nourishing. The sunsets are gorgeous.
To illustrate: As a journalist for The Wisdom Channel, I was blessed with coming to know a courageous man, known as the 'Peace Troubadour', who has traveled to the most bitter, hostile, polarized, fragmented regions on the planet, like Baghdad following the Gulf War, Northern Ireland before the 'Good Friday Agreement', Macedonia during NATO's assault on Yugoslavia, Indonesia and East Timor; the places really falling apart at the seams. He goes there, joyfully, and he sings the peace out of them. Literally.
The Emissaries of Light
Several years back, James Twyman -- a guitarist and a big fan of St. Francis of Assisi -- found himself setting the peace prayers of the twelve major religions of the world to music. Not long thereafter, he found himself in the fragile Balkan countries of Bosnia and Croatia, where he says he was led up into the mountains to find a secret community of ancient mystics, who called themselves the Emissaries of Light.
The Emissaries told Jimmy that their job was to invoke peace for those who could not do it for themselves, like people in the midst of war. And they had been doing it, they said, throughout time. They were undetectable to most people where they anchored simply because of the mechanics of perception, especially in war zones, where the senses are finely-tuned to, and flooded with, fear. You know, fight or flight are the only two possibilities to the mind.
The Emissaries come from, and with, nothing but love, for which fear-laden eyes hold no contingency. Hence, to the fearful, love doesn't exist. But it's just temporarily undetectable. Except to someone who knows love in the present. Think of a time when you were fresh in love with someone. Remember how the funniest, even strangest, things seemed to be happening? It's surreal, like a happy dream. It's like that.
The Meditation of Peace
But the big secret is... it's not a dream. It's awake. And it's Reality. During his time with the Emissaries, they taught Jimmy their meditations, which lasted twelve hours each night, and were so powerful, he says, they lifted him off the ground. They would form a circle of twelve, with the leader in the center.
As they settled into their peace, each would allow thoughts to come into mind, and sort of let them erode, dissolve. What's left is the pure energy the thought was engineered to hide and 'protect'. Of course, hiding and protecting are functions of fear. So the form of the thoughts, whether they're 'good' or 'bad' is merely fear wrapped around the necessary content, love, binding it to useless stagnation, when the natural dynamic of love is to freely flow.
Freedom. And so, with each thought confronted and dissolved, a clean, clear, neutral ball of light emerges, and is released into the center of the circle. The leader gathers the light into the heart, and sends it out the top of his head, like a fountain, back into the Universe, where this neutral, Divine light is free to shower onto the region, and into the world; into the hearts of those left tired and broken by war, and into the minds of those who would lift a hand against his brother.
Still with me? The Emissaries told Jimmy that their shift was about over, that a 'critical mass' of people who know present love are now in place on Earth, and that his job description was now simply to tell everyone. Tell everyone two things: one, you are holy, and two, you are ready.
Can You Believe It?
When Twyman was invited to Baghdad, by Saddam Hussein, to perform the Muslim Peace Prayer on Iraqi television, early in 1998, millions of Iraqi's tuned in and, apparently, prayed with him. Three days later, he says, a peace accord was signed.
The same synchronized meditations on peace occurred when he went to Northern Ireland, Macedonia, Bosnia, and Mexico. Again, after three days, he says, miracles occurred. He generates an enormous synchronized response, in the millions, through the fans of his music and his readership -- he's authored the book 'Emissary of Light,' where he tells in detail about his experience in Bosnia.
In April of 1998, Jimmy, Gregg Braden -- a geologist and principal force behind WorldPuja -- and author Doreen Virtue, held a vigil at the United Nations in New York, called The Great Experiment. The primary objective of the experiment was to scientifically validate what they already knew: that if you get enough people tuned into the same frequency, the planet itself must respond.
They were building on earlier research conducted by Princeton University's Engineering Anomalies Research laboratory (PEAR), who had been measuring fluctuations in the earth's energy field -- the white noise levels -- using sensitive electronic instruments, at specific times of great emotional outpouring in the world.
Measurements were taken, in particular, during the GaiaMind Meditation, and Mother Teresa's and Princess Diana's funerals. Without going into detail here, I'll just say they detected a 'statistically significant' change during each of these events. 'The Great Experiment', by far the most highly publicized of all the events, with somewhere between five and ten million participants worldwide, added favorable support to an already solid thesis.
Incidentally, Twyman says that, a few minutes before the UN vigil began, a woman approached him and told him that a group of Native American elders brought a dream prophecy to the UN, exactly 4 years, 4 months, 4 weeks, and 4 days earlier. It was this: 'Four years, four months, four weeks, and four days from today, an event will occur here at the UN that would change the world.'
Is It Magic? Not Really
Twyman says prayer is the most powerful force in the Universe, because it seeks what is truly there, hidden beneath the layers of our experiences of bitterness, hatred, and fear. This is why small innocent children seem to live in a world of magic, though they're not really magicians. They have very few layers of worldly experience clouding their vision.
But there's another reason Twyman is newsworthy. Like the Emissaries, Twyman is everywhere, yet goes virtually unnoticed. He turns up at just about every one of the world's most visible news arenas, yet he remains invisible to all... but a few: his fellow peacemakers. 'Lightworkers' as they call themselves. They seem to know when he's giving one of his peace concerts in Baghdad, Northern Ireland, Mexico, the Balkans, or East Timor, when no one else does, even though the eyes of the entire news-consuming world are fixed on these areas around the clock, missing not a shred of detail.
They know he's there because they go with him, in thought and intent, contributing their prayers to help the people of these troubled regions find peace. So James Twyman goes around teaching people the basics of healing world-scale conflicts through individual self-healing at his workshops, and singing to the peace that is present everywhere, even in war-torn regions, though it be bound up in thought like an ear of sweet golden maize ready to be shucked. The mountains crumble into the sea, and the sunrise nourishes.
Related Book:
Emissary of Light: My Adventures With the Secret Peacemakers
by James Twyman
Traveling in 1995 around war-torn Bosnia and Croatia, where he had gone to stage a peace concert, this author encountered The Emissaries: a small group of mystics who meditated 12 hours a day. He went on to detail their message--that humanity was now ready to create a new world--in a book that was translated into more than a dozen languages. This new edition provides behind-the-scenes information about the people met on that trip and offers additional commentary on the monks' compelling mystic vision.
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About The Author
Christopher Grosso is a student of A Course In Miracles, and a journalist who co-created, with God, a radio serial called "WholeNEWS," and the WholeNEWS department for The Wisdom Channel, Radio and Internet. He has been studying the Course for many years.
