The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [40]
“What do they know?” Anish said, glancing at Rachel. “Nothing that can hurt us. The end is approaching and no one can stop it.”
The bearded man looked angered. “We can’t keep taking chances like this. What are we doing here on this mountain, anyway? This idiot Document means nothing. Why are we looking for more of it? We have to get to Egypt.”
Anish turned his back.
“I have to insist,” the bearded man said forcefully, “or we must go our own way.” Several armed men stepped forward from behind him.
“No, no,” Anish said. “Our coalition is too important for that.” He looked over at Rachel with a hint of pity.
“You don’t want to do this,” Rachel said. “The Document will explain the end times, what all the Prophecies really mean. I know it. We can all find the truth together. It could bring peace.”
At this moment, I understood in a flash that all of us— Rachel, Adjar, Hira, Coleman, myself, and Wil, wherever he was—were here for a reason. We were part of the Plan. We were in the right place to intercede with these extremists somehow. We could learn to reach them, as the Fourth Integration said. But how?
The idea suddenly came to me to move farther to the right and try to create a rock slide that wouldn’t hit anyone but might create enough of a disturbance to allow our group to escape. I was about to do just that when I caught sight of someone else in the exact area I had in mind. Suddenly, a huge rock cascaded down toward the pines, jarring other rocks loose, including one the size of a bathtub. As the roar started, the Apocalyptics began running in the opposite direction.
I knew I somehow had to get Rachel and the others to run toward me, and I felt myself spontaneously go into a state of intention, akin to prayer, only it wasn’t just me. I could somehow feel a Connection to many others who were helping. Who were they?
Almost on cue, Rachel grabbed Hira and ran through some rocks in my direction. As our eyes met, Rachel slowed for a moment and seemed to stagger. Hira saw me, too, and grabbed Rachel’s arm to keep from stumbling. Last to see me was Coleman, who held on to to a rock for balance. I could tell they were being lifted into the same consciousness I was in.
Rushing through the blinding dust and confusion, I grabbed Rachel and Hira and led them back the way I’d come. Coleman was right behind us. Rocks were continuing to crash down the slope, and as we ran I looked up toward the source of the landslide and noticed movement again. I pulled all of them behind another outcropping near a large tree, where we couldn’t be seen. They were smiling up at me, feeling no concern about the dangers.
Abruptly, someone peeked around the tree and looked at us—
Wil. The sight of him lifted my awareness even higher, and when he looked at me, I knew he was also in the same consciousness as the rest of us.
“Follow me,” I said spontaneously. “I know where we can go.”
I quickly led them back up to the outcropping where I was earlier and through the narrow passageway onto the ledge. Rachel, Hira, and Coleman still seemed to be consumed by their state of consciousness and found separate places to sit down.
Wil and I walked back outside to keep watch.
“You started that rock slide, didn’t you?” I asked.
Wil nodded.
I laughed. “I thought about causing a rock slide myself, but you thought of it first.”
He looked at me and said, “Who knows? Maybe you thought of it first, and I heard you. Or perhaps we thought of it at the same time. That’s my guess.”
I knew he was referring to the Connection we now all seemed to have with one another.
I took a step toward him. “Do you think these extremists will …?”
Wil completed the rest of my thought before I could get it out: “Follow us? I wouldn’t be surprised.”
He made the comment without alarm, as though he hadn’t a care in the world. Which seemed odd given our circumstances, until I realized I felt exactly the same way. We were thinking and acting in hyper-speed, doing what we had to do. But part of what