The Hermit On the Mesa

And a growing global movement

Helen, Fisher, Lyle, and Patricia finally reached the mesa after hiking for hours. Fisher and Lyle had been to the old man’s cave before but the two women had not.

Reaching the cave Fisher called out, “Hello!”

There was no answer. The four people slowly entered the cave.

Lyle spoke up, “Well, the cave’s not abandoned. He’s got food and firewood stocked up. Some of his clothes are still here.”

“The fire pit seems recently used,” remarked Patricia. “And look, these food peelings seem fresh. You know, when you guys told me that he lived in a cave I didn’t know what to think but it looks like he’s got a nice set up here.”

The four people exited the cave to find the old hermit standing just outside leaning on his walking stick with a huge grin on his face. The grin revealed that there were a couple of teeth missing. The old man’s hair was down to the bottom of his back and his gray beard was down to the middle of his chest. He had moccasins on his feet and was wearing some sort of leather pants and an old torn denim shirt.

“Well. Well. Well. I was wonderin’ if I’d ever see you two guys again. I see that this time you had the sense to bring some females with you.”

“Oh, uh, this is Patricia and this is Helen.”

The old man shook their hands as he looked deeply into their eyes, “It’s a pleasure meeting you Helen and Patricia. You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a female human. Thanks for comin’ along. So what brings you fine folks way out here to the end of the Earth?”

Fisher spoke, “Well, we’ve got some very serious questions to ask of you.”

“That will have to wait a while. Ya’ll must be exhausted. Please have a seat. Can I get you some water or pinon nuts or something?”

“We’re fine. We’ve got water and food in our backpacks.” The four hikers took off their backpacks and looked around them. There were no chairs and the ground was solid rock. They slowly sat on the ground.

“Be right back.” The old man went into his cave and came out quickly holding a pipe and a pouch, “Hey Lyle, you wouldn’t happen to have a gift for me that’s just like the gift you brought last time, would you?”

Lyle reached into his backpack, “You’re darn tootin’ I did. I figured you had probably used up what I brought last time, so I brought some more.” He handed the old man a package of five Bic lighters.

“Woo hoo! Yippee! Look at me. I’m technologically advanced again.” The old hermit filled his pipe with matter from the pouch then lit it with a new Bic lighter, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. He then handed the pipe and lighter to Lyle who smoked then handed the pipe to Helen.

At first Helen declined the pipe but a rapid succession of facial gestures from Lyle somehow convinced her to take a hit. She immediately proceeded to cough. The pipe then went to Patricia then Fisher then back to the old man.

The old man took one more draw from the pipe then set it down, “Well, as you might guess, I don’t get any news way out here completely cut off from civilization. So what’s been happening back in the civilized world?”

The four hikers looked at each other then finally Fisher spoke, “Well, it’s not pretty. It’s like the whole world is collapsing around us. The economy has collapsed. Governments are falling apart. There’s violence everywhere. Racism has come back in a big way. And…”

Helen interjected, “And there’s a pandemic spreading throughout the entire world that is killing a lot of people and scaring the crap out of everybody.”

The old man ran his fingers through his long beard, “A-huh. So everything is right on schedule to fulfill all the many prophecies. The ancient people knew this would happen. Any wars going on?”

“Just a few small ones. But that is not what is bringing about all the destruction. Society is simply imploding. Nothing is the same anymore. People everywhere are scared to death. Everything is falling apart.”

“Yes. Yes. Fear can certainly lead one to death. And there’s nothing like a plague to spread fear. Have you guys heard of the Hopi Prophecy Rock?”

Fisher nodded affirmatively but the other three looked confused.

“There is a rock that has a petroglyph on it. We could hike there from here but it would take four or five or six days. The Hopi prophecy is that humans would split into two divergent time lines. One group would end up living in their minds and forget all about their hearts. They would be consumed by their minds and egos and greed and technology.”

“The other people would stay connected to their hearts and also to mother nature.” He patted the rock he was sitting on, “The group stuck in their noggins would eventually die as their unsustainable way of life collapsed. The group centered in their hearts and still connected to nature would survive and live on to form a new way of sustainable living.”

Patricia spoke up, “But I don’t wanna live in a cave.”

The old man laughed, “I chose the path of the survivors but that doesn’t mean you have to live in a cave. You can have homes and communities and still get back into your hearts. And you can grow your own food and reconnect to nature and you can not only survive but thrive. I just happen to live in a cave because… well, because that happens to be my style.”

“So what can we do to survive and thrive and, importantly, to help our fellow humans and our family and friends. Is there anything we can do to help save the world?”

Again the old hermit ran his fingers through his beard, “Well, there is indeed something you can try. Do you guys meditate?”

All four heads nodded affirmatively.

“Okay, I’m gonna show you a technique that you can incorporate into your meditations — or not. The trick is for a lot of people to do it at the same time.”

“You can do it sitting or standing. If you meditate do it once you’re in a deep meditative state. First, touch your heart with the finger tips of your right hand if you’re right-handed or the finger tips of your left hand if you’re left-handed.” The old man unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt to reveal a very hairy chest. “You can do it through your clothes but the optimum is to actually touch the skin in front of your heart. This sends electricity through your fingertips into the skin and down into your heart. This sends a signal to your body and your awareness to shift all focus into the heart.’

“Then take five long, slow, deep breaths. Release the thinking in your noggin and focus on feeling gratitude, joy, love, compassion. Your fingertips touching your heart are like a rock dropped into a still pond. Circular waves spread out through the pond from the place the rock fell into the water. Feel circular waves spreading out in all directions from your heart and every one of those waves is filled with the gratitude, joy, love, and compassion that you are feeling and focusing on. The waves go out from your heart into the electromagnetic field that surrounds your body and from there they connect with the mass electromagnetic field of all of humankind. Keep pouring those waves out from your heart for several minutes or however long you can keep the focus. Visualize those waves flowing outward in all directions.”

“Now the more people you can get to do that at the same time, the more intensely humankind’s mass field is impacted by that gratitude, joy, love, and compassion. This will help to eventually open everyone’s hearts because their hearts will feel that energy and respond. I suggest you get as many people to do this as possible twice a day at the same time every day. I would suggest 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. every day. Of course you civilized folk operate in time zones so you will have to adjust the time for your particular time zone.”

“Will you do it with us?” asked Fisher.

“Sure. I’d be happy to. So where we are right now happens to be in the Rocky Mountain Time Zone and that’s where we’ll start. So if you’re doing it in Central Time you’ll be doing it at 8 a.m. and 8 p.m. and if you’re in California you’ll be doing it at 6 a.m. and 6 p.m. Everyone else in the world will have to figure out what their times corresponds to. Of course, if you want me to join in there’s a problem. I don’t have any clocks. I go by sunrise and sunset. I have no idea when seven o’clock is.”

Patricia took off her wristwatch and handed it to the old man, “You can have my watch. It has a new battery in it and should last a long while. That way you can be doing the technique at the exact time we do.”

“Well, that is mighty nice of you. Thank you.” He slipped the watch into his shirt pocket.

“But can this really help save the world? I understand the vibration thing and how all humans are collected, or entangled, through the collective field and stuff but I figure it would take an awful lot of people doing this together to have much impact. We only have so many friends and family.”

“Is your internet still working?”

“Yeah. So far.”

“Show this to your friends and family but get on your internet and tell as many people around the world as you can. This technique is called divine intervention. All you need is 144,000 people doing this at the same time, twice a day, every day, and you will see amazing impact and change.”

“That’s a lot of people.”

Fisher jumped in, “When you consider the entire population of humans on the planet that isn’t really all that many.” He turned to the old hermit, “Will this really work?”

“Well, there is one way to find out.”

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