I am visiting a beautiful and unusual family home, having a great time with several very intelligent pre-teen kids, when I get a telepathic “phone call” from their parents, whose house this is. The parents have some very helpful information for me regarding my search for a true home. The Dad mentions some far-flung locations, among them Greece, and I realize I would go to the ends of the earth for the right situation. Apparently, there are people who are looking for the right kind of person to take care of some pretty wonderful spots, naturally sacred and powerful places like canyons, waterfalls, springs, vales, arroyos, and the like. There is the sudden insight that this could happen easily, and sooner than I imagined. I reply that I am looking for that one-in-a-million place, and he says, “Good.”
The children and I are standing in front of a long dark glass wall during this conversation. Romantic music is emanating from behind the wall, and dim, colored forms shift vaguely in its reflective surface. I exclaim, “What wonderful music!” One of the little boys (there are 2 boys and a girl, I think) says it’s too fuddy-duddy. I say he’ll understand when he’s older. He doesn’t think so, and I say, “Just remember I said that!”
Then Mom and Dad come home. They are a handsome, well-dressed couple in the prime of life. I know them; we have met before in this dimension. I feel that they are guides of mine. I am sitting in a big, deep easy chair, and they bring in an armful of folded maps, handing them to me. I skip the first two as they don’t seem immediately relevant, then notice the third one is marked “Loma Prieta,” in big hand-printing.
The kids are playing with me. A boy’s voice is coming from a high tech chair facing me, but I can’t see him. He is actually around the corner out of sight, projected by technology. A lot of information is coming, and I am getting flustered and overwhelmed by my great good fortune. I have never before been so open to wonderful possibilities, and it isn’t easy to keep my balance. The other brother says, “Oh, Gary, just let go!”