by Johanna Gardner
One of the most memorable was in Febuary, when I was gifted with the sight of remembering 'home'. I went to meet a man who the night before had told me to write something (a woman had told him I had been experimenting with channelling) and bring it to him. The next night was a hubbling and bubbling of people - I thought, there's no way he would remember me among this turnout, but --as I was taught-- I did what I was told.
After a tremendous speech about his near death experience, I went up to the podium and gave it to the speaker. I turned quickly away to avoid embarrassment, (the man was famous for reading people's minds) but he stopped me.
"Oh, no you don't. Come here, peanut. Carry these flowers down to where I'll be sitting," he said. Why me? I asked myself. There must have been three hundred people in the room. Anyway, I went down to where he was signing his latest best seller and handed him the flowers. He said thank you, and nothing else. I just sat there like a dummy unable to move. He checked on me ocassionally, and once said "don't freak out on me." I just was in total shock; never in my life had a celebrity taken notice of me, let alone ask me to stand behind his desk while his signed his autographs. I waited and waited. I could tell people where wondering who I was and what I was doing there. I didn't even know myself until a lady said "Hey, Dannion, you told us you could walk on water. The parking lot has become a swimming pool. Care to demonstrate?"
The two of us went over and looked outside. We saw each other's reflections in the window. Our eyes met and followed each other until we were looking straight into one another's faces. That split second seemed to last for eternity. It was like we zoomed down a tunnel and fell into a pit of complete and utter love. I have never felt so overwhelmed with joy, freedom, LOVE in it's purity.
It makes me cry even to remember this feeling. I came back into focus and I was back in the room again with all his fans. The journey was over, but the memory lingers on. I stayed there for a half an hour or more later - quite frankly, I have no real recollection of the real time spent. He got up and told me that he had an early plane tommorrow and that I should go. I was pleased to be released from his attention, although I was sad that I would not be able to dicuss what had just happened. Was it just my imagination? Had he felt it too? Was I an idiot for making it seem so deep?
There are still questions that remain unanswered today. But the one thing I 'know' is that extraorindary place of Love is where home is, and for some reason we are being seperated from it. Maybe so that when we can all remember we will appreciate it more?
Although the memory of the exposure fades as time goes on, I will never forget the intensity of the feeling. Whenever I read accounts of other people's exposure to the 'LOVE' or 'LIGHT' I can remember the beautiful gift that celebrity gave me that night. It was a moment of utmost unconditional love, and today, everything in my life seems so much more of an illusion and everything important falls into perspective.