The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [87]
Now he stopped dead in the pathway, looking down at the Document.
“This is important,” he stressed. “It says the final part of the Eleventh Integration occurs when people in Alignment everywhere, across all cultures and religions, consciously begin to tune in to each other.”
Of course, I thought. We have to tune in one more time at a higher level.
“How does it say to do that?” I asked.
“By consciously connecting in Agape not only with those we can make eye contact with but with everyone all around the world. We do that by intending and envisioning such a Connection fully in our minds. The Document says when this Connection is made, the natural influence of the individuals involved is amplified many times.”
I nodded and concentrated on the climb, which was increasing in difficulty. After many hours of weaving in and out of crevices and jumping across small ravines—where we had to toss our backpacks to one another—we climbed onto the fortlike overlook where Rachel and I had been together earlier. The sun had long set, and a hazy dusk was descending over the mountain. We could see the bare outline of the rocky mound down below. Behind it, I knew, were the Apocalyptics.
I awakened the next day just before dawn, as usual, and got up quickly, knowing this would be an eventful day. Outside, I found everyone still asleep, which was not surprising. We had been up late talking about the Eleventh Integration.
Wil drifted into my mind. We hadn’t heard from him since his last text, which said he would soon be on his way back to us. The question now was how would he find us. I pulled out the phone and checked. No texts from him. I wasn’t surprised. He wouldn’t risk using the phone to get directions.
Suddenly, I caught sight of the faint glow of flashlights far down the slope. I leaned over the rocks to watch the activity. Fortunately, the lights were heading away from us, so I relaxed again. Our climb had been much more difficult than I had remembered with Rachel, and I knew it would be equally difficult for anyone else to reach us now.
As I walked around, I suddenly realized Coleman was making noise on the other side of his tent. When he saw me, he handed me a cup of coffee. In the other hand was a pair of binoculars.
“It’s about dawn,” he said. “Want to see if we can spot the Apocalyptics?”
I nodded, and we walked over to the edge of the outcropping and hunkered down behind its natural raised edges. As I peered out through the early morning haze, I realized our position here was situated perfectly. From this vantage point, we could see not only the mound of rock where the extremists were hiding, but also the large, massive summit of Mount Sinai towering above us, and all the trails leading up to it.
The mound itself was about a hundred yards down the incline directly in front of us. For fifteen minutes we waited until it was light enough for Coleman to use his binoculars. The others awakened, one by one, and joined us.
“I see them,” Coleman suddenly said. “They’re doing something to the rock bed just beyond the mound.”
Abruptly, I saw an image in my mind of myself going down to get a closer look. The image was accompanied by a surge of urgent energy. I grimaced at the idea and lowered my head. Tommy was behind me and noticed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I think I need to go down there and take a look. Anybody else get that idea?”
No one responded.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Coleman asked. “Remember the Second Integration: logic first.”
“I know it’s dangerous, but too much has happened for me not to follow an intuition now. Rachel followed all of hers.”
For a moment, the whole group looked at me, and I could see the determination building.
“I better go with you,” Coleman said finally.
I tuned in to whether I was down there alone or with someone, and could see only myself.
“Looks like I have to go it alone this time.”
Turning to Tommy and his mother, I asked them for advice on the route and they pointed out the way they would go,