Here’s a story from the days before I found Ascension. When I was a teenager, I had a very dear friend and spiritual mentor by the name of Austin. Strange and magical things tended to happen to me when I was in and around his house. Usually, I would sit across from him at his little kitchen table in conversation and enjoy the thick sense of Presence that tended to collect. Usually, I would sense it when I’d come within about 75 feet of his kitchen door- like walking through some kind of force field. It was also common for me to have these strange headaches, for which my remedy was walking into Austin’s house, even when he was working on his truck, and laying down on his couch for 20 minutes. He called himself a “walk-in” and said that the “old guy” was at the hospital on a treadmill doing a stress test, had a massive heart attack and died. He remembers meeting the “old guy” on their way out and coming into the body via some pre-arrangement between the two. Whatever the case, the transformation was intense. The new Austin, the one that I met, identified himself as a Native American shaman using the body for as long as need be.
On one of the many sit down occasions, a sudden and strong desire to go into his backyard came over me. I went out, walking onto the old railroad path. In an instant, I found my body was frozen and wouldn’t move, and I was lucky that I didn’t poop, as it almost happened. A second later, I realized that it was gripped by a kind of primal fear, but of what I had no idea. Looking about 40 feet in front, a large black figure emerged, shrouded with heat distortion lines. My brain was racing to identify this animal. Dog? No. Wolf? No. It moved like a cat, like a massive big cat. Now it was about 25 feet from me. The only word for it was. . . Jaguar! Of course, I rationally knew there to be no jaguars in Wisconsin, much less appearing with strange distortion fields that weren’t around anything else in the cool, dappled sunlit path. Fight or run? My brain was dizzy with calculations. I found myself running, even as part of my brain remembered that it was a bad idea with big cats. Never mind that!
I opened Austin’s door with utmost efficiency, making sure to lock it quickly behind me. Falling into his kitchen, he was completely hunched over in laughter. Still panting from my escape, I asked, “what, what’s so funny?” He answered, “Oh Thomas, you didn’t have to run. He wasn’t going to hurt you.” “Who wasn’t going to hurt me?” “Why the Jaguar, of course. You met the Guardian of the property. He came to you because he considers you family just as much as me. He doesn’t show himself to everybody.” I answered, “oh dear, did I offend the etheric Jaguar?” Closing his eyes for a second, he answered “He’s laughing too! He loves you and is glad you can run so fast.”
Having told him nothing of an “etheric jaguar” I was impressed and fascinated with Austin plucking it out of the ethers, for it was so beyond chance that either Austin was an extraordinary telepath and materialism was decidedly off the mark or I almost shit my pants from seeing an etheric jaguar in a Wisconsin forest and materialism was decidedly off the mark. In the short time that I knew him, there were many more odd happenings, such as the time he out of blue told me that he enjoyed my lecture at the astral school that was floating above the lake, before I had the chance to tell him anything about my “dream” of the night before, or the innumerable times he “remoted viewed” the location of my missing transparent retainer.