Prologue

Something happened to me in the early 80’s that profoundly changed my perception of reality - I had a series of strange dreams and coincidences, which over a period of time provided me with a new perspective of myself and the world around me.

I called it a Vision, because my dreams seemed to be leading me -

“The visions formed meaningful sequences which sometimes lasted for days. I began to see a pattern in the events of my life which began to synchronize - Things that were said took on power - words and phrases started to synchronize with events and places - something was happening to me that I could not explain.

At first I thought it was just a big Coincidence --

We were living back in Surrey, while my wife Irene was getting her nursing degree. We didn't have much choice. There wasn't much work in Lytton, and I had to work the farm - Irene became the logical choice for permanent employment.

During those two years, I traveled back and forth between our property in Lytton and our apartment in Surrey, as often as I could. The day of our move was hectic. We didn't want to move all our furniture down, but needed something to sit on - Irene was already there, and I was coming down with a truckload of boxes.

I was surprised to see that the landlord had already gotten our name in the directory at the front door, but was annoyed that it was spelled wrong. “No, guess what?” "The people who lived here before us had the same name as ours." "Really?" It was hard to believe, but there it was, scribbled all over the back of the phone book.

Strange things began happening in that apartment -

The moth on the ceiling, one night it was there, right beside the light fixture, the next night it was gone - nothing but a black stain, right were it should have been - and the following night, the stain was gone - nothing but a clean white ceiling!

It reminded me of something that happened back in Lytton, we were sleeping in our new addition for the first time. It happened over the bed as well. We both saw it - A little speck of light, came out of the corner of the room, floated towards us, and then right there, in front of our eyes, 'poof' it just disappeared.

I started getting the feeling that 'something' was watching us.

On New Years Eve, while we were staying in those same apartments, our name came up in another coincidence -

We'd decided earlier, that a quiet inexpensive meal would be more appropriate this year - and we knew just the right place - It was a quiet evening, and we were both in good spirits, happy to be going out. The line stretched half way down the block, but we didn't seem mind, it was a warm night, and there was magic in the air.

We were reminiscing about our Life together, when interrupted by the hostess, taking down names - We straightened up, and gave her our name. "Oh, you must be with this party?" pointing to the people in front of us. I said. "No, there's only the two of us." "Oh, aren't you with these people?" Pointing at the name on her pad. It was our name all right, but it was spelled wrong again. "That's incredible," I said. "There's only about five names like ours in the Vancouver directory". She laughed, and the people in front, hearing the commotion, turned around.

They were a party of five, having a family reunion. Both our families had come from Europe, but we couldn't seem to find a connecting link between our families - We were all amazed - a little miracle had just occurred - an opportunity to share in a reunion with another Family, in the last few moments of the old year - A joy of sharing - in a moment of Reunion.

It was an enchanting evening, Time appeared to be standing still, and I sensed something beginning to well up from within. I started thinking about Time in a new way It made me think about Time in the context of a Circle, rather than a line - Both our families came from a-far, to begin life a-new, in a new country. Leaving behind a 'link', which we had almost forgotten about - The Family of Humanity, ever expanding, and extending - yet linked in origin, and crossing in Time.

I was alone a lot during the two years that Irene was getting her nursing. So I had plenty of time to think. Both Irene and I started to get interested in Native spirituality. Irene, the healing aspect, and I the mystical - So it came by no surprise that we were led to the sacred sites in the Stein River Valley.

The Stein Valley had a lot to do with formulating my Vision - I saw in the Native rock paintings - ideas that began to form into spiritual themes. Over a period of time, I became aware that these ideas needed to be expressed. But I wasn't sure how - And then, one day I had a vision of an Eagle:

On my way into town one afternoon, I saw a bunch of clouds form into an Eagle right in front of me. The clouds were moving very quickly, and by the time I got to the top of the hill, the Eagle was perfectly formed. It looked like one of those Native carvings - smaller clouds making up the wing sections - and two large clouds, the Wings. The Image was perfect.

As I went over the crest of the hill, the image passed in front of the Sun, and for a brief second, the sun shone out of a hole, in the eye of the Eagle!

That same night, I had a dream, which took place on the cliffs, high above the Stein River Valley - a little to the left of the Eagle-cloud I'd seen earlier:

I was standing on top of a mountain - a large cliff - I could feel the wind blowing all around me. It was exhilarating! Suddenly my right arm became a Wing - I stretched it high up into the air, and as I began to turn - I became aware of two large sculptures to my left. One was a Chief of ancient times, with an Egyptian headdress that looked like Tuttankhamoun's. The other wasn't as clear, but felt familiar - I was supposed to take my place beside them somehow.

I kept turning in circles, I felt tremendous Power - the Power started building up inside me - I looked down, saw the Land below me, and started to fly - I was doing pretty good, until I realized I only had one wing, fell to the ground - and woke up.

I was working behind the house the next morning, when Irene yelled up at me, from the driveway. "Look at this." She was holding something up in the air. I couldn't see what it was. "What is it?" I asked. "A raw turkey wing," she said. "How did that get there?" I asked - No one knew, and no one ever found out.

I started wondering what was happening. This kind of symbolism only happens in dreams. Is this for real? I was curious, so I decided to take a ride up the hill, to get a closer look at the cliffs across from the Stein river valley.

I was riding my daughters horse Sally, and it was a cold windy day. Sally wasn't responding so well, so I started to hum a tune. She really liked the singing, and seemed to respond much better. Soon the tune became a chant, in step with her walking. I began to sense a wholeness within me, and my singing seemed to bond us somehow - I saw that she wanted to go her own way, felt her pull to the right, and decided to let her lead the way.

We wandered around some trails for a while, until suddenly a strong wind came up, and a cold chill ran through me. We were getting near the place in my dream - In the distance I could see a large circle of pines, and in the wind and the mist, it looked like a circle of Chiefs ---

Sally's ears perked up; she stopped, and then slowly stepped into the 'Circle of Chiefs'. Did she sense something weird too? I got the feeling that we were being watched. So I raised my hand, Indian style, and went around the Circle greeting each 'Chief' independently - chills ran up and down my back.

The wind picked up, and the pines swished back and forth in the breeze. The snow started swirling around behind each of the 'Chiefs', but inside the Circle, it stayed calm - Something made me look up at the cliffs above – There, through the mist and the trees, high up on a ridge - I 'saw' the Chief in my dream -

I came to believe that a mystical Being existed above the Stein Valley, and that this being was trying to show itself to me, through my dreams. I recognized that the Eagle in the clouds had been a sign, and that the Eagle spirit was going to be involved in my life somehow.

I started making connections with other Eagles in my life; the Eagle letter opener, from Alert Bay; Emily Carr's Great Eagle, which hung above my desk; Eagle stories from unsuspecting friends, and numerous Eagle sightings - all of which 'came' at crucial times in my Life.

I tried to find a connecting link between them. The key was synchronicity, because in each case, there seemed to be something coming together which clicked into being with my thoughts - The Visions and dreams seemed to evolve, when previous thoughts and experiences synchronized with events in such a way, that a meaningful continuum developed - It was so obvious someone was trying to tell me something – Someone who existed outside of myself. I called this Being the Larger Being of the world.

I started recording my experiences in a journal - At first it was just my personal experiences, but after a while, I saw that my understanding of the World around me was changing -

I saw that everything in life had duality - and that it affected almost everything we did, including politics; I wanted to get to the bottom of it, hoping to find a reason for the divisions in the world; but found that duality was something that happened "in the Beginning" - and that there really wasn't much we could do about it.

I decided to try and describe 'it' anyway - the divisions in the World were becoming increasingly dangerous; and new insights were needed - to bridge the ‘gap’ between us.

I felt strongly about how things were moving in the world, and became frustrated with the political condition. I saw that it was the imbalance between the opposing ideologies in the world, which was creating conflict everywhere; and I saw that we would soon be in danger if a Global Solution for a new political balance between the opposing ideologies could not be implemented.

I had to get through to them before it was too late -

So I started writing letters to the editors:

I chose ten major dailies in the United States, and three in Canada. I sent copies to the Union of B.C. Indian Chiefs, the U.B.C. School of Theology, and the United Nations - I introduced myself as White Eagle.

I knew the name would get ‘their’ attention, but soon after, felt guilty about using it - I learned that a spiritual name could only be granted through a traditional ceremony. I felt I had to justify myself, for using the name illegally; so I made a strong effort to bring out First Nations injustices in my letters.

My exposure to the Native culture, together with my dreams, helped formulate many of the ideas I used in my letters. I tried to place those ideas into the context of a Circle and a Line, (The Whole and the Individual) integrating my understanding of Christian theology, wherever possible. I began to see that the two ideologies; the Native and the Christian, had differences that complemented each other –

I saw that the opposing ideologies in the world are also in relationship between the whole and its parts (the Individual and the Collective). And I saw that this Relationship exists in all three perspectives, the personal, the global, and the universal. But I soon came to realize that something wasn't right - the two primary ideologies in the world aren't arranged properly - that is, the Whole doesn't surround the parts.

The two ideologies - the one that ensures freedom for the individual (Democracy) and the one that protects the concerns of the collective (Communism) are arranged in opposition to each other, rather than symbiotically (a dot within a circle). Each side has become politically polarized, because of military protection in the East, and economic protection in the West.

I started to look for something that was common to all of us, to try and come up with a basis for a New Ideology that could encompass the Whole World, something that could transcend political polarization. And when I realized I was standing on it - our dear Mother Earth - I knew I was on the right track ---

When the whole Picture finally Crystallized, I felt I'd discovered a "New Vision of Reality" – a new basis for global restructuring.

Over the next eight weeks, I did nothing but write. I finished the first installment in January of 1982 - drove into Lillooet, and dropped off a copy at the news office --

-- “I would like to take this opportunity in this coming New Year, to share with you in a conceptual way, my Journey of Discovery. Through a series of nine viewpoints, I would like to describe to you the new picture of Reality, which I became aware of - -

I waited for a response, all that summer, but no one replied; and no one published my Vision.

On October the first, I decided to write to Ottawa. I sent a letter to the Senate Committee on Constitutional affairs, demanding the right to be heard. I sent copies to Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, the media, and the United Nations -

-- “ I have had an experience which revealed to me a new Vision of Reality; Because my Vision so accurately describes what is happening in the World, I feel it necessary to tell the Public about it” - -

I waited for three weeks, but when I didn’t receive a reply, I decided to protest against the Constitution of Canada. I drove my truck into Lillooet together with toilet, and protest signs, saying “I don’t give a shit for the new Constitution”.

I finally received a reply from the Prime Minister’s office on November the 18th, but my “request to be heard” was ignored.

So I ended up printing my Vision by myself using an old hand cranking copier. I title it The Vision of the circle and the line. I distributed some around the local area, and sent copies to my original mailing list, but I was disappointed that I couldn’t get it published in the press.

I had hoped to catch the attention of political leaders.

When I got no response, my frustrations with the political agenda of the time, became clearly evident in my letters. One of those was my Peace Proposal, which I sent to the United Nations, during the Falklands crisis:

The United Nations,

Attn. Secretary General;

Javier Perez de Cuellar

Dear Sir:

On March 3, l982, I distributed material describing a Vision, I believe came from the Larger Being of the world. Hopefully, you did as I requested, and distributed it for all the Nations to read. Since I have no way of knowing whether you did or didn't, I shall proceed under the assumption that you did, and that by now, it has been well read by all.

-- It now appears evident to me that the two Superpowers will not be directly involved in a Final Conflict; However, the younger Nations are now fully armed, and the superpowers are still contributing to the Tension that exists in the World - by continuing to split Left from Right, through their arms sales - The Superpowers have created the condition that exists in the World, and it stands to reason, that it is up to them now, to clean up their own mess - They must not only, assume a new balance of Power in the World, but they must 'shift' that power in a united effort, to stop all further arms sales in the World!

-- I am pleased to see that 'small' steps are being taken; but unfortunately we don't have time for small steps - -

I never got any response from that letter either, and as a result started to take on a more radical approach to get my Vision noticed:

I decided to title my next publication The Final Solution. The title had nothing to do with the holocaust; it was supposed to be a final solution for global restructuring. However I thought the title might draw attention, and I guess it did.

A few weeks later, I heard on the radio, that the Aryan Nation’s from the U.S. were distributing material in Canada called The Final Solution. I thought someone in the U.S. was probably trying to smear my writings.

It was a bad choice of words, and I hope it hasn’t caused anyone any problems.

After that I decided to go public, but I wasn’t sure how - It wasn’t until 1985 that a real opportunity came along.

I got involved with the Stein controversy, (a push by logging companies to log the last untouched watershed in southern B.C.) I thought the Stein issue could give what I was saying in my Vision, a more grass roots perspective - I saw that the larger global issues was closely linked to what was happening in our own Community.

Perhaps my Vision could find a voice through the environmental movement?

Things around Lytton were getting pretty hot. The loggers had formed their own movement called "Share", and they began to protect their right to log with a new vengeance. I got involved with the issue, because it bothered me - It seemed like it was always the aggressive people who benefit from the riches in the world.

There was going to be a big gathering at Brimful Lake, high up in the mountains, above the Stein river valley. I wanted to contribute something to the Movement; so I did a little publication called The Stein (parts of which I included in Part One of this book).

I cranked out about 500 copies, and distributed them around the local area; Boston Bar, Lytton, Lillooet, and Spences Bridge.

I also submitted my little publication to the Wilderness Advisory Committee, set up by Austin Pelton, Minister of the Environment for the Socred Government. They held hearings on twenty-four study areas in B.C., to try and come up with a balanced management strategy for B.C. The Stein watershed was one of those areas.

My little publication was listed in their final assessment, A Wilderness Mosaic, under the heading 'Eagle on a limb'.

It looked like one of my submissions was finally getting through to them.

A short time later, I submitted a similar letter to the Advisory Committee on long-term timber licensing. I was going to do an oral presentation at the Bayshore Inn in Vancouver, but it was getting late, and my submission was still a long way from being heard. So, I left the hearings, leaving a copy of my submission with the secretary. But decided that it would probably never get read, so I sent copies to various newspapers throughout B.C. to ensure that my submission was read.

Actually I sent out about 100 copies - just about every town in B.C. got one.

Six years later, I sent out four more supplements to my Vision, urging them to make quicker changes. In those supplements, I warned of an Environmental disaster around the corner, if we didn’t provide Constitutional protection for the Earth and the Environment:

“When I first began to distribute my Vision to the Media, the Church, and the Indian Chiefs; I had experienced a sense of urgency in the World, about the direction in which we were moving. And because my Vision so clearly provided a Solution for the imbalance in the World; I tried to place what was coming through to me into a kind of political perspective, that described a New World Order.” - -

- - My first publication was called The Eagle & the Bear, in which I described that I'd had a Vision, and that it involved the two Superpowers.

My second publication The Circle & line, was a philosophical interpretation of my Vision, as it pertained to our condition in the World. And my third publication was called The Final Solution, in which I described how this condition could be rectified. I also distributed a Peace Proposal to the U.N. in l982, which basically said – that the opposing powers in the World needed to join together, to rid the World of it’s armaments

- Unfortunately you never got the jest of my Message!

By this time I was getting pretty frustrated, I wasn’t really sure if my letters were having any effect. I thought I might have caught the attention of some political leaders. But I wasn’t really sure - up until my tractor accident.

When I was in the hospital (June 1993) I started having some pretty powerful dreams. (I dreamt my leg was sticking out of a green garbage bag). As a result, I cancelled my operation and went home.

Soon after, the dreams continued:

I dreamt I'd submitted a manuscript to a professor at U.B.C., but it was only half done. The professor was peering at me through his glasses - "Bill, I know you need time. I'm waiting for the second half, and I'm curios - how are you going to do it?"

At first I didn't want to do it - But the Dreams continued:

I dreamt someone was looking at the castings of two Alien footprints found in the desert (I try to interpret them in the chapter on anti gravity). The person was shifting between one print and the other -

I got the distinct impression; he couldn't understand what I was getting at.

The two dreams made me realize that I needed to clarify my writings; and so, when the weather got cold, I sat down by my new computer and started to compile my Vision in this book - Hey guess what, no correction flid.

The turkey wing in the Driveway,

I 'knew' it was a 'sign.

The moth on the ceiling,

one night it was there, the next it was gone.

I looked down, saw that one of my Wings was missing;

I started to fall -

Sally's ears perked up; she stopped;

then slowly stepped into the Circle of Chiefs.

The Eagle in the clouds, the Eagle letter opener,

the 'missing wing',

It was all beginning to make sense -

I knew there was something I had to do -