Something seems to be brewing here. Bill Tiller's work is quite remarkable. In his 80's he is still going strong. One of the many things that he has accomplished is the development of an intention device that is showing tremendous potential in so many ways. A recent test on exposing a powerful intention to 44 children with Autism has shown incredible results after 6 months.
On May 1st I was guided to go on tour. As the days progressed the pull to head to Sedona first was strong. As mentioned in the grace road writings as I pulled into Sedona I met up with Chet at the very same moment. I knew I was in the right spot at the right time. The voyage continues to unfold in perfect synchronicity.
A meeting that was happening on June 14th in Phoenix came up a couple times in conversations. There was something about that meeting. I was feeling I needed to be there. I was in Flagstaff about 3 hours away and emailed the meeting host advising that if they required any marketing input that I would be willing to help. At the meeting, the host pulls out some notes and under the title Marketing my name was there. Then says " Oh My God, I wrote this note over a month ago". Andrew I put your name here for some reason over a month ago and here you are.
Now that I have been here in Sedona for just over a week I could see some of the reasons there was such a strong pull to come here. I met others who had experienced similar pulls and were drawn to come here. I had some interesting meetings that will lead to some exciting opportunities in the future. Good stuff coming...
Dan, Andrew, Chethan
Last year at this time a small group was gathering in Sedona to celebrate Dr David R Hawkins 85th birthday. A couple days before the gathering I felt a strong pull to go there. I checked online to see how expensive a flight would be and found one flight was affordable and available with a good seat too. So I booked it. I was flying from Detroit to Phoenix. When I arrived at the flight gate in Detroit, I saw Chethan, a guy from North Carolina I had met at one of Doc's lectures. Chet was on a connection flight and mentioned he was waiting for his buddy Dan from South Carolina who was also going to Doc's birthday. When we boarded the plane, it turns out all three of us were sitting next to each other in the same row. Imagine that. What are the chances? Three Doc students on a plane and we are all sitting next to each other. Dan also mentioned that he had attempted to book my aisle seat a month earlier and was unable to because it was booked up. Somehow it just opened up so I could book it.
This year, the same group was gathering to celebrate his birthday. Doctor Hawkins passed away in September 2012 so this year it was a Pilgrimage. I felt the pull to be there even stronger than last year. I didn't think I was going to be able to afford to go there but out of the blue someone approached me to rent my house for the summer and now I was able to go. Even though I haven't earned any income for the last two years somehow I qualified for financing on a Jeep so I could drive there. Somehow it all worked out.
I set out with a drive through the Windsor tunnel into the USA. As soon as I went over to the USA side I was greeted by the first US Customs official. He asked the standard questions such as where are you going and for how long? I am relying on Grace to guide me so I said I was driving first to Nashville then Sedona and would be the USA for anywhere between a month and three months. So I'm sure that sounded a little flaky so on to secondary inspection I went to visit with the officials who are experienced, intelligent, firm and tough.
After about an hour of fielding numerous questions like why in the world would you go to Arizona in the summer, the official read my bio online and said "So you can get an answer to any question in life by sitting on a rock in Sedona?" I said "yes that is true". He said "It doesn't have to be Sedona does it? You can get an answer to anything by sitting with it long enough." "Yes that is true" I replied.
He then asked why I was going to Nashville. I told him that they were having good weather and I was attempting to avoid all the Tornadoes in the Midwest. So I would wait in Nashville until the weather cleared. He told me I was better off to drive due west first. It felt like direct guidance so instead of driving south towards Nashville I drove due west towards Denver. It turned out the weather didn't clear up in the Midwest and I would likely have encountered numerous tornadoes in the Oklahoma area. If I didn't head towards Denver I would not have made it to Sedona in time for the Saturday Pilgrimage.
The weather driving West was brutal at times. It was part of the worse weather of the year with hundreds of spotted tornados. Over the next few days I would encounter severe lightning, hail, wind storms and tornados. I just kept surrendering and asking for guidance. In Chicago without knowing it, I made a wrong turn and ended up 30 miles North of the most direct path. In Chicago lightning bolts were dropping everywhere and one seemed to have my name on it. I saw a lightning at the same moment I drove under an underpath. It landed only a few feet over my head and I saw the flash as it hit the over path over my head. It would have hit me had that over path not been there. I pulled over for some gas and a break and discovered tornadoes had touched down about 30 miles south of where I was at. The next day I was driving in the plains of Nebraska when the skies ahead turned dark.
I pulled over at the Rest Station. Inside the small brick building there were a dozen others pondering how to avoid the tornadoes that were spotted on both sides of us. The word comes in from some of their friends online that there was a break in the weather and to go West now. So everyone in the rest station darted out. I followed but then realized I needed gas, so stopped at the first exit. After getting gas I got this feeling not to go back on the highway. I went to the Mexican restaurant next door that was filled with pictures, sculptures and all sorts of things hanging from the walls. I sat at a booth and noticed that I picked the table that right under a sculpture of Jesus and the Apostles. A sign I was in the right spot and safe. I couldn't get online to check the weather due West, but a couple beside me helped. The dude showed me on his smart phone that if I set out now, I would be headed right into some red zone severe weather. He said, you should check into a hotel and stay the night. Again it felt like guidance and I did just that. I slept well and could here the thunder at night. In the morning I headed towards Denver in sunshine.
After a few stops, on Friday night, I could see the mountains surrounding Sedona in the distance. I felt an enormous amount of gratitude that Grace somehow managed to light up the road to Sedona. The sun was setting and the entire area was glowing. I was exhausted and found a spot to camp near Flagstaff overlooking Sedona. Saturday morning I drove into Sedona. The celebration began at St Andrews church where a small group had gathered to sit with Dr Hawkins ashes. As I pulled into the St Andrews parking lot, Chethan, who I had not talked to for a year, pulled up in his car 30 seconds later. The timing was impeccable. There is no doubt that everything is in Divine Order and Harmony. Gloria in Excelsis Deo.
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