What I Saw in Atlanta

"Excuse me, but... is that man glowing?"

Part 3 - The Overshadowing

If you missed PART 1 or PART 2 you really should read them first!

Weird Water

I assume you have already read Part One and Part Two of this article, so I'll just tell you now about the really weird stuff...

I'm sure that you immediately noticed the change in my color scheme here. It was on purpose, to get you into the rather eerie mood of the final act in Benjamin Creme's play. I neglected to inform you about one of the questions that was asked of Mr. Creme, because I felt there was a chance that it was a set-up. Nevertheless, I will set it out on the table for your consideration. I personally found it odd, especially when I thought about it later that night...

Question: I noticed that during your lecture you had a glass of water sitting on the podium. I counted you drinking from it eight times. Why didn't the water level go down?

Answer: (chuckle) You were watching me!

His answer seemed as if he had been caught off guard, which is easy enough to do if you are a good actor. Of course, this 70+ year old man had been sitting up front for around 2 full hours, talking for the majority of that time. One would expect him to wet his whistle. I do remember him taking a few pulls off of that glass myself, but I was much too far in the back to monitor the water level, even if I had thought to watch for it! Assuming that he even just wet his lips eight times, one would still expect to see some drop in level... and he certainly did nothing to make us aware of that glass. It didn't seem as if a trick was being set up. Was the question a fake? Could easily be. Who knows?

I got to mulling it over later that night, as I was driving back home. Maitreya is The Waterbearer... Healing Waters... The Milk Miracles with the Buddhist statues making milk disappear before TV cameras... Was his water replenished by an outside force? Was it a trick glass? He made such a small deal of the episode, allowing no time to dwell on it, that one has to wonder. It was as if he had been caught red-handed the way he blushed off the question! An interesting joke? A deliberate set-up? Tiny sips? Minor Miracle? I'm sure I will never know, but I had never heard of any such instance in all of my readings of Share's literature! If it was a trick, I think it got the desired effect.

The only reason I gave it any credence whatsoever is because of what happened next...

Two Minute Warning

So, forget about the waterglass... I probably should not have mentioned it. But then again, what kind of reporter would I be if I only reported things the way I wanted them to be seen? (Ha! I know! A normal one!)

I have tried my best to report on this event from an unbiased standpoint, but as you realize, I am also trying to point out the discrepancies of the Maitreya message. By this point in the evening, I had already decided that Creme was not a kook, nor was he in it for the cash. I truly believed that he truly believed in what he was divulging. I had already been amazed at the beautiful complexity of Maitreya's lies long before I had decided to go to Atlanta, and I had already attributed them to a mind more sordid and evil than a man's. For me, I was hearing the twisted Gospel of Satan himself, and the lecture had done nothing to dissuade me.

After the questions, we were invited to stay for an "Overshadowing" by Maitreya, and these hearty fans that had remained for the second half were not about to leave before this game was over. Few left, and I too stayed on to see what it was like. Did I mention that I had been praying? Non-stop. Did I mention that many folks back home and around the world were praying for me? Also very true. In short, I felt incredibly comfortable at this point... no fear whatsoever. If I had even a doubt, I would have hopped up and gotten out of there, but I was ready with the knowledge that Christ's blood was covering me and shielding me from any evil. I belong to Jesus Christ, and apparently He was not about to let Satan get his dirty claws into me. The three of us had fought that battle for many years already, and Christ had won!

The Overshadowing

Benjamin had the folks lower the lights by about 50%, ostensibly to make the room more adaptable to meditation. It was a very simple room: twice as wide as it was long, barren walls with fluorescent lighting... the type of room you see everywhere in the USA. There were no trap doors, no special lighting sources, nothing out of the ordinary that I could find. Believe me, I looked. I know theatrical and film lighting techniques, and I know what I saw.

So there we sat in a remarkably stoic room, waiting for Benjamin to call down his Master. It wasn't that dramatic at all. Mr. Creme simply sat up straight, lifted his right arm with his palm up and facing the audience. It almost looked like a wave from the Popemobile, or from a beauty queen, except that he was entirely motionless. He then turned slowly to the left side of the room, where I was sitting, and began staring at the first person. Ever so slowly he made his way to the next, and then the next... so slowly that one could scarcely see any movement at all. He did this for maybe 15 or 20 minutes, crossing back and forth over the group six or eight times.

I was in full scale prayer at this point! I was not about to accept any "blessing" from Maitreya, Benjamin or whoever. I watched his every movement like a scientist, trying to decide if anything out of the ordinary was going to happen. I studied him, and the crowd, and I noticed that most all of the people were locked into Mr. Creme like zombies.

That's when I noticed. It wasn't long at all before I was the object of Benjamin Creme deep, unearthly gaze. His eyes seemed to be looking through the back of my head. I blinked to clear my vision, but it was still there. Perhaps I had been staring too long, and my vision was turning blurry? I glanced away, a few feet from his head, to the potted plant next to him. It was gone. I looked back at Benjamin, and WHAM! There it was again... The man was bathed in a strange glow. It was golden in color, and it extended to my peripheral vision. It was as if there were two layers of images. One was the normal image of a man sitting with his palm facing me, and the second was the same image, yet golden toned and softly defocused. The two images appeared to move against each other slightly in a random pulsing behaviour. The overall look was a bit similar to the old Hollywood pin-up glamour queens of the 1940's... in perfect, yet soft focus. I have tried my best to recreate the look below, using my graphics programs. It's pretty darn close.

Imagine this is Benjamin in Atlanta. It's not... it's me in Alberta,
but try to bridge that gap for me, okay? The first picture shows similar overhead lighting to the room we were in (except that it's outdoor lighting, I know.) and the second shows how he appeared with that disjointed layering effect, soft and golden in color. The only difference is that the layers appeared to move on each other, washing over each other and creating strange bordering lines around Mr. Creme, like an aura perhaps.

Now, despite the long hair, rest assured that I haven't done drugs in years! I was very sober, and quite aware of everything that was going on around me... which was nothing. Benjamin had continued past me by now, and I glanced around the room again. Everyone was virtually motionless. I could hear deep breaths followed by shudders, all around the room. Men and women both were tearing up from emotions unchecked. Mr. Creme made quite a few passes of the crowd, back and forth, and that gave me lots of time to experiment and come up with an explanation for this phenomena.

When he was looking directly at me, the glow was quite strong, absolutely unmistakable. If I was to take my eyes off his body, even by a few feet, the glow stopped abruptly. It was not a sleepy vision type thing, for the moment that I would look back at him the glow would trigger again immediately! I could turn it on and off like a switch, just by shifting my eyes. Even if I only saw him from the corner of my eye, the glow was not there... but look back, and boom. Full-on glow. The next thing that I noticed was that as he gazed around the room, the amount of glow I saw would decrease as he got further off-axis from me. Think of it as a lighthouse. He was emanating the light, it was not being shined on him. I checked, but it was not that kind of illumination anyway. I knew I would see no source lamp of any type, and I was right. That took it down to:

1)hallucination - which was very unlikely considering the circumstances and the fact that I had all of my faculties intact!

2)hypnotism - which I discount because of both my constant prayer, and my ability to do whatever I pleased.

3)spiritual phenomenon - it was all I had left, and it fit perfectly.

Lucifer means "lightbearer", Satan is the Angel of Light and his visual tricks nearly always contain some specular phenomena... Ghosts, UFO's, wandering lights, visions, et al. If this man was receiving the demonic power right in front of me, that was to be the best explanation available. More testing confirmed it... the glow was real, and it came out of Benjamin Creme.

Fine, so he glowed. He was also looking so deeply through my skull that I found myself engaged in fierce spiritual battle. Fortunately, I had the greater power... the One who had created his power... and I was safe. However, if Mr. Creme truly is telepathic, then he heard quite a mouthful from me, via The Lord God Almighty! I let him know in no uncertain terms that he had no power over me and no business messing with a child of God. I also caught myself telling him, "Yes, I am Eastwood..." as if he had asked. Amazing confidence flowed through me, which only grew as I became more and more aware of the battle going on! I wish I could have seen the tussle happening in the spiritual realm within that room... it was just plain weird.

Heading Home

And then it was over.

Benjamin leaned forward and mumbled something into his microphone, and we all filed out. I was close to the door, so I was one of the first ones into the waiting room area, where I turned to watch the others exit. They were slowly emerging, stunned, awed... that deer-in-the-headlights look. They didn't stumble, but they looked wasted and disoriented. Some were smiling in an etheric dippiness, while others seemed all but totally lost. Tears were being wiped from cheeks, and small gasps of disbelief were heard all around. Everyone else had experienced something just as intense as I had.

I turned to go, saddened by seeing these folks reduced to the quivering group that they had become. Stunned silence filled the whole area, with an otherworldly eerieness pervading. As I walked down the hallway to the door, I sidled up alongside a woman of about 40.

I quietly asked her about the end of the evening.

Me: What were those last words that he said?
Her: Uhhmmmm, I think... thank you?
Me: Oh, okay...(pause)...did he... glow?
Her: YES!!! (her eyes go very wide, and she catches her breath)
Me: Did it stop if you looked away?
Her: Yes! and it was golden....and... and...

She spoke quickly, and described it all just the way I had been writing it in my head. We had not been dreaming. She told me that she felt stunned. I said "I don't doubt it.", knowing that she had not been protected in the way that I had... I felt so sorry for her, but I knew there was no chance to reach her. She had seen something that would take weeks to deal with, and that was all too evident. We walked separately to our cars, shaking our heads and breathing deep gulps of the fresh night air.

Conclusion

This is real. I still don't know what it is for sure, but it is very, very real.

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