We keep hearing about the possibility that world-wide catastrophes will hit us on December 21, 2012. While we are taking suitable precautions and are preparing for some kind of disturbance at that time, even if it is a relatively small event, by storing food and water and other needs. We have decided to confront the situation by doing the following: JUST In CASE of any traumatic events occurring at the end of the year we believe the following possibility: "The entire scheme of civilization could be profoundly altered by focusing the power of love at a very specific point. Whenever this has happened, history branched out to new roads." (David R. Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D.)
Let us create a "specific point" on 12/12/12 at 12:12pm, Greenwich Mean Time, and each person on the planet think love and unity between each and every one of us...Let us transform the world together! If we spread love together at that particular moment we can avoid the worst of any trauma we must face. World Unity Festival 12/12/12.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 35
Ed got into the motel room just in front of me and I could see his body convulse and grabbed a trashcan for him to throw up in. For several days he ate nothing and drank little and threw up all day long. When he threw up it was bile green. I was so worried about him, but there were no doctors or hospitals in the area so I just nursed him as best I knew how and gave him reflex therapy on his legs and feet. We stayed in that motel room for many days and did nothing but work to make poor Ed comfortable. I knew by then that he had done a heroic deed and had saved my life by protecting me with his body from the blowing sand. We learned later that it was not salt I tasted along the side of the road, but borax. It was borax and sand that blew in Death Valley and that filled my Ed's lungs. To me he was a hero, but then he'd always been a hero to me.
One thing we decided was that we were going to call a lady who had been his friend when he had last lived in Bishop and had owned the motel he had stayed in. We wanted to ask her if she had a room to rent for three weeks before the first of the next month. If we could get a room with her, we could look around in Bishop, Big Pine, and Lone Pine for a place to rent and possibly rent an apartment by March 1st when our money came in. When we called, she had a room left and would rent it to us if we could get there on the next day.
We called Larry again and asked him to loan us the money to get into this room. Larry said he would and thus saved our lives again. We could pick up the money at the Von's store in Bishop the next morning. So we packed and said good-bye to Beatty and drove on to Bishop; it was a several hour drive. One thing I knew now was why Death Valley was called Death Valley. You really have to be cautious to camp there.
CHAPTER 36...
We got to Bishop about 5:00 p.m. and immediately went to the Von's store to receive the money that Larry had sent to us. We thanked Larry in our hearts for being such a good and understanding friend and pledged to make it up to him one day, as soon as possible.
When we got to the Lakeview Motel the proprieter was as good as her word, really a lovely woman. She was glad to see Ed again and gave us room "F", which was a one-bedroom, one bath apartment with another bed in the living room. It also had a kitchen and dining area. It was heavenly to us and Ed almost danced with joy.
While at Von's we had shopped for food and so I was able to cook Ed a proper dinner. We made plans to explore Bishop the next day.
The next morning was beautiful and after a nice breakfast we set out to see Bishop. Ed took me to his old stomping grounds, the streams he had followed, the paths over the fields, even the casino that the town had. He refused to play at the casino but was satisfied to just look around and try to see some of his old friends there.
Bishop is beautiful; all around the town are the towering Sierra Nevada Mountain Range and there was snow on top of the mountains, so everywhere you turned the view was spectacular.
We had rented our room for three weeks, or until the first of the month of March, and we just kicked back and relaxed and watched television. We were hoping that we could find a place to rent before March Madness-College Basketball playoffs-began and so we watched every basketball game that we could; which was another gift Ed had given to me, a love of basketball. We rooted mainly for the University of Arizona, coached by Lute Olson, but watched all of the teams across the country play.
Tomorrow we come to the end of the Ed saga and find out how we both fared...
Let us create a "specific point" on 12/12/12 at 12:12pm, Greenwich Mean Time, and each person on the planet think love and unity between each and every one of us...Let us transform the world together! If we spread love together at that particular moment we can avoid the worst of any trauma we must face. World Unity Festival 12/12/12.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 35
Ed got into the motel room just in front of me and I could see his body convulse and grabbed a trashcan for him to throw up in. For several days he ate nothing and drank little and threw up all day long. When he threw up it was bile green. I was so worried about him, but there were no doctors or hospitals in the area so I just nursed him as best I knew how and gave him reflex therapy on his legs and feet. We stayed in that motel room for many days and did nothing but work to make poor Ed comfortable. I knew by then that he had done a heroic deed and had saved my life by protecting me with his body from the blowing sand. We learned later that it was not salt I tasted along the side of the road, but borax. It was borax and sand that blew in Death Valley and that filled my Ed's lungs. To me he was a hero, but then he'd always been a hero to me.
One thing we decided was that we were going to call a lady who had been his friend when he had last lived in Bishop and had owned the motel he had stayed in. We wanted to ask her if she had a room to rent for three weeks before the first of the next month. If we could get a room with her, we could look around in Bishop, Big Pine, and Lone Pine for a place to rent and possibly rent an apartment by March 1st when our money came in. When we called, she had a room left and would rent it to us if we could get there on the next day.
We called Larry again and asked him to loan us the money to get into this room. Larry said he would and thus saved our lives again. We could pick up the money at the Von's store in Bishop the next morning. So we packed and said good-bye to Beatty and drove on to Bishop; it was a several hour drive. One thing I knew now was why Death Valley was called Death Valley. You really have to be cautious to camp there.
CHAPTER 36...
We got to Bishop about 5:00 p.m. and immediately went to the Von's store to receive the money that Larry had sent to us. We thanked Larry in our hearts for being such a good and understanding friend and pledged to make it up to him one day, as soon as possible.
When we got to the Lakeview Motel the proprieter was as good as her word, really a lovely woman. She was glad to see Ed again and gave us room "F", which was a one-bedroom, one bath apartment with another bed in the living room. It also had a kitchen and dining area. It was heavenly to us and Ed almost danced with joy.
While at Von's we had shopped for food and so I was able to cook Ed a proper dinner. We made plans to explore Bishop the next day.
The next morning was beautiful and after a nice breakfast we set out to see Bishop. Ed took me to his old stomping grounds, the streams he had followed, the paths over the fields, even the casino that the town had. He refused to play at the casino but was satisfied to just look around and try to see some of his old friends there.
Bishop is beautiful; all around the town are the towering Sierra Nevada Mountain Range and there was snow on top of the mountains, so everywhere you turned the view was spectacular.
We had rented our room for three weeks, or until the first of the month of March, and we just kicked back and relaxed and watched television. We were hoping that we could find a place to rent before March Madness-College Basketball playoffs-began and so we watched every basketball game that we could; which was another gift Ed had given to me, a love of basketball. We rooted mainly for the University of Arizona, coached by Lute Olson, but watched all of the teams across the country play.
Tomorrow we come to the end of the Ed saga and find out how we both fared...
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