The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [94]
His eyes twinkled for a moment as everyone gathered around him.
“It says the Twelfth fires up the culminating pathways in our brains,” he said. “It integrates all the Integrations. Think about how the Presence makes you feel. No problem with expecting and sustaining the Synchronicity now, is there? Or telling the truth and accepting it from others as we build out the details of our new spiritual worldview? How about manipulating people and being hit with all that Karma? Anybody want to start doing that again?
“No,” he continued. “We want to stay in Alignment and in the consciousness that gives us all these other abilities: premonitions that offer us Protection, guiding intuition, higher Agape relationships, and an opening to full perception—and of course, all those messages from the Afterlife.
“The Twelfth says that if enough of us stay in this Alignment and in the Presence, the Plan can become conscious in human culture. With this knowledge, an enlightened center way will arise in politics. Civility and charm can return to human culture. And every government and every field of human endeavor will move into a state of Integrity.”
“What about the Templates of Agreement?” Coleman asked.
“It says the Templates of Agreement will gradually move each tradition,” Wil replied, “toward an acknowledgment of the one Presence, allowing the differences between the religions to be less divisive. Reconciliation will create a groundbreaking unity as we all focus on the experience that is possible.” He paused. “The numbers are everything. It just depends on how many people are holding the Alignment.”
As he talked, a question was forming in my mind.
“Does the Twelfth say,” I asked, “how many people it would take to turn the world around and to begin to create the ideal world the prophecies predict?”
“A lot, just to get it started. The Document mentions again that many smaller groups in history have reached the point where we are now and weren’t able to keep it going. The world is still deep in fear. And as we’ve seen, the stakes are getting higher.”
All of us were huddled just off the path, in a circle.
“Does the Twelfth give us the specific number?” I pressed.
“Yes,” Wil said. “It is the same as with some of the other prophecies.”
“What is it?”
“144,000.”
As soon as we reached St. Katherine, Tommy and his mother said good-bye as well, stating that they wanted to visit their friends at the big house one more time. They had given everyone a hug and were beginning to walk away. But after only a few paces, Tommy stopped and turned toward me.
“There’s much to be done,” he added, “so I’ll see you in Sedona.”
He smiled then and ran to join his mother, leaving me wondering what he meant.
Most of the others said good-bye as well and went with them, leaving only Wil, Coleman, and me standing together on the street. Coleman offered his hand.
“I’m going with them, too,” he said. “Some of my scientist friends want to start an institute to study all this. Do you believe it?”
He walked over and gave Wil and me both a bear hug.
“Listen,” I said. “Thanks for being there all those times.”
“I should thank you,” he replied. “You reached me. It just shows how things change, one Conscious Conversation at a time.”
Wil and I waved as he jogged off after the others, then Wil turned to face me.
“I was able to book a flight to Cairo,” he said, smiling.
He then told me he had finally reached his friend the archaeologist, who had originally sent him the first part of the Document. The man had been in hiding, and Wil wanted to leave right away to talk to him.
He paused and we continued to look at each other, delaying the parting.
“What about Colonel Peterson?” Wil asked.
“The last thing he told me,” I replied, “was that they were ready, and that all it takes is a coalition between the far Left and Right to implement his plan. I still don’t know what he meant.”
“I think you’re going to find out,” Wil said. “Better stay alert.”
I nodded, then said, “I forgot to ask. Did you have any luck finding