The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [19]
“Wake up,” Wil was whispering though the door as I opened it. Hurrying in, he handed me a large pack and some new clothes and boots.
“What’s all this for?” I asked, still groggy.
Wil moved over to the window and looked down toward the parking lot where my Cruiser was parked.
“Take a look,” he said, pointing.
I strained to see in the faint light. “What?”
“Our friends are back. There on the street behind your Cruiser.”
It took a few seconds, but finally I spotted an SUV well hidden among some trees. Several men were gathered together beside it. One was on a radio, looking toward us.
“Yeah. I see them.”
Wil shook his head. “Looks to me like they’re about to do something. Put on the new stuff, and leave your other clothes and boots in the room. Someone may have placed a locator on us since we’ve been here.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you thinking we should do?”
“We have to lose them again, which means we must leave your vehicle here. Don’t worry. The Hopis will keep an eye on it. Rumor has it there’s a group of people camped way up Boynton Canyon who have more of the Document. We need to get our hands on the Third and Fourth Integrations as soon as possible, and we don’t want to chance being detained. We need to get deep into the wilderness.”
Wil was helping me pack my new stuff and inspecting everything else I was placing in the pack. I knew the Boynton area, which was known as a sacred place and held many Native American ruins. I had tried to hike it several times but had always decided to return after only a short walk. Something about it seemed spooky.
“That’s a tight canyon in places,” I said. “We get up in there and we’re trapped.”
He gave me one of those determined looks. “There are ways out, if you know where they are.”
I knew Wil well enough to know this wasn’t a humorous moment. From the look on his face, he was leaving my course of action completely to me. I could come or not. And he would be perfectly fine leaving me right here.
“The Hopis consider this canyon a place of purification,” he finally said. “It may be just the location to understand Alignment and Karma.”
I looked at him a moment more, noting that he had mentioned Karma a second time, then said, “Okay, let’s go.”
We gathered the rest of our things and sneaked out the back door and across the edge of the dark parking lot into some trees. Then Wil led us through the shadows into another lot, where an old diesel Mercedes that smelled like peanut oil was waiting for us. The car was driven by a small, muscular man with long black hair. Climbing in as quietly as possible, I struggled to account for the smell. Finally, it came to me. The car was running on biofuel made from recycled commercial frying oil.
“This is Wolf,” Wil said, introducing me to the driver. “He is my longtime Hopi friend.”
Wolf appeared to be about fifty years of age, except for his eyes, which looked much younger and were light amber in color and very piercing, exactly like those of a real wolf. He gave me a smile and nodded.
No one talked as Wolf drove us down a few streets and then doubled back several times to check if anyone was following. We even stopped for a while, turning the car lights off, just to be sure. When everything seemed safe, we took a road that wove through a section of houses, and then entered the main road heading west out of town.
“Better get centered,” Wil said, and looked away.
I knew exactly what he meant. I took a breath and reminded myself of where we were in the process. Expecting Synchronicity was now fully ingrained in me, so I focused on keeping the truth of our longer context fully in mind. Immediately, I felt more awake and alert, right on the edge of unfolding events.
After a few more miles, Wolf slowly pulled up to the Boynton Canyon trailhead. To our surprise, dozens of cars were parked all along the road. Wil and Wolf glanced at each other. As we were collecting our gear, Wil handed me a flashlight and told me to watch for rattlesnakes.