The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision Read Free Page B

name is Feyman, I think. I don’t know his last name.” David leaned
     toward me, sounding for the first time as if he trusted mecompletely. “Listen, something very strange is going on. For several weeks the Forest Service seems to have been counting
     the hikers who go into the forest. They’ve never done that before, and yesterday someone told me they have completely closed
     off the far eastern end of the wilderness. There are places in that area that are ten miles from the nearest highway. Do you
     know how few people ever venture out that far? Some of us have begun to hear strange noises in that direction.”
    “What kind of noises?”
    “A dissonance of some kind. Most people can’t hear it.”
    Suddenly he was up on his feet, quickly taking down his tent.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “I can’t stay here,” he replied. “I’ve got to get into the valley.”
    After a moment he interrupted his work and looked at me again. “Listen,” he said. “There’s something you have to know. That
     man Feyman. I saw your friend with him several times.”
    “What were they doing?”
    “Just talking, but I’m telling you there’s something wrong here.” He began packing again.
    I watched him in silence for a moment. I had no idea what to think about this situation, but I sensed that he was right about
     Charlene being somewhere out in the valley. “Let me get my equipment,” I said. “I’d like to go with you.”
    “No,” he said quickly. “Each person must experience the valley alone. I can’t help you now. It’s my own vision I must find.”
     His face looked pained.
    “Can you tell me exactly where this canyon is?”
    “Just follow the stream for about two miles. You’ll come to another small creek that enters the stream from the north. Follow
     this creek for another mile. It will lead you right through the mouth of the Sipsey Canyon.”
    I nodded and turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
    “Look,” he said. “You can find your friend if you raise your energy to another level. There are specific locations in the
     valley that can help you.”
    “The dimensional openings?” I asked.
    “Yes. There you can discover the perspective of the Tenth Insight, but to find these places you must understand the true nature
     of your intuitions, and how to
maintain
these mental images. Also watch the animals and you’ll begin to remember what you are doing here in this valley… why we’re
     all here together. But be very careful. Don’t let them see you enter the forest.” He thought for a moment. “There’s someone
     else out there, a friend of mine, Curtis Webber. If you see Curtis, tell him that you’ve talked to me and that I will find
     him.”
    He smiled faintly and returned to folding his tent.
    I wanted to ask what he meant about intuition and watching the animals, but he avoided eye contact and stayed focused on his
     work.
    “Thanks,” I said.
    He waved slightly with one hand.
    I quietly shut the motel door and eased out into the moonlight. The cool air and the tension sent a shiver through my body.
     Why, I thought, was I doing this? There was no proof that Charlene was still out in this valley or that David’s suspicions
     were correct. Yet my gut told me that indeed something was wrong. For several hours I had mulled over calling the local sheriff.
     But what would I have said? That my friend was missing and she had been seen entering the forest of her own free will, but
     was perhaps in trouble, all based on a vague note found hundreds of miles away?Searching this wilderness would take hundreds of people, and I knew they would never mount such an effort without something
     more substantial.
    I paused and looked at the three-quarters moon rising above the trees. My plan was to cross the stream well east of the rangers’
     station and then to proceed along the main path into the valley. I was counting on the moon to light my way, but not to be
     this bright. Visibility