The Valkyries

someplace different.
    Then your letter arrived. And the place you mentioned was near an Indian reservation. We decided to go…
    …On our third day there, we went to look for the canyon, and found it. It was on Thanksgiving Day. It was interesting because we were driving very slowly, but saw no sign of the statue. We came to the end of a canyon, stopped, and began climbing to the top of the cliff there. All we saw were the footprints of coyotes.
    At this point, we concluded that the statue couldn’t any longer be there…
    As we were returning to the car, we saw some flowers among the rocks. We stopped the car and got out. We saw some small candles burning some golden cloth with a butterfly woven into it, and a straw basket that had been thrown aside. We decided that must have been the place where the statue had been placed, but it was no longer there.
    What was interesting was the fact that I’m sure none of that was there when we had first passed by. We took a photograph—enclosed—and went on our way.
    When we were almost at the mouth of the canyon, we saw a woman dressed in white. Her clothing seemed Arabian—turban, long tunic—and she was walking in the middle of the road. Very strange—how could a woman such as this appear out of nowhere, in the middle of the desert?
    I was thinking: Could this be the woman who had placed those flowers and lighted the candles? There was
no car to be seen, and I wondered how she could have come there.
    But I was so surprised that I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her.
     
    I examined the photo Rita had sent: It was exactly where I had placed the statue.
    It was Thanksgiving Day. And I’m certain that angels were there that day.
    I wrote this book in January/February 1992, shortly after the end of the Third World War—where the battles were much more sophisticated than those fought with conventional arms. According to the Tradition, this war began in the 1950s, with the blockade of Berlin, and ended when the Berlin Wall fell. The victors divided up the defeated empire, as in a conventional war. The only thing that didn’t occur was a nuclear holocaust—and this will never happen, because God’s Work is too great to be destroyed by human beings.
    Now, according to the Tradition, a new war will begin. An even more sophisticated war, survived by no one—because it is through its battles that man’s growth will be completed. We will see the two armies—on one side, those who still believe in the human race, and know that our next step involves the growth of individual gifts. On the other side will be those who deny the future. Those who believe that life has a material ending, and – unfortunately – those who, although they have faith, believe that they discovered the path to enlightenment, and want the others to follow it with them.
    That’s why the angels have returned and must be attended. Only they can show us the way – no one else. We can share our experiences – as I have tried to share mine in this book – but there is no formula for this growth. God has generously made His wisdom and His love available to us, and it is easy, very easy, to find them. One has only to understand channeling – a process so simple that it was difficult for me to recognize and accept. Since the combat will take place for the most part in the astral plane, it will be our guardian angels who will wield the swords and shields, protecting us from danger, and guiding us to victory. But our responsibility is huge, as well: We, at this moment in history, must develop our own powers. We must believe that the universe doesn’t end at the walls of our room. We must accept the signs, and follow our heart and our dreams.
    We are responsible for everything that happens in this world. We are the warriors of the light. Withthe strength of our love and of our will, we can change our destiny, as well as the destiny of many others.
    The day will come when the problem of hunger can be solved through the miracle of the multiplication of the bread. The day will come when love will be accepted by every heart, and the most terrible of human experiences—solitude, which is worse than hunger—will be banned from the face of the Earth. The day will come when those who knock at the gates will see them open; those who ask will receive; those who weep will be consoled.
    For the planet Earth, that day is still a long way off. But for each of us, that day can be tomorrow. One has only to accept a