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FEAST OF AGAPÉ:
A LEGITIMATE ALTERNATIVE
Hi again,
I am recounting my dream in
greater detail because of the significance of its meaning.
On May 1 2010 in an early morning
dream I found myself among a group of peoples who were climbing through a
craggy mountain pass. We were ascending the side of a huge cliff, but we
definitely knew where we were going.
I was aware that "I "was in a
body that was not my current one. I was fit and had blond hair shoulder
length (unruly as dreadlocks), I am not aware of gender. The emotion I felt
was anticipation and joy.
We reached a plateau that was
clearly our destination, where a waterfall from this level fell into another
much larger waterfall from another plateau. We were "home" in what was a
village, the structures were small and comforting with a large
temple (because it was more ornate) that stood near the stream at the end of
the village closer to the wall of the mountain.
As I stood with my fellow
travelers we watched a beam of light form in the river. It was similar to a
large flashlight beam but you could not see the source only the light.
Everyone became so elated. I asked twice what this beam of light was. I
was told "it is YAWAY ". Wanting to make sure (and knowing this was
important for "me" to remember) I asked how it was spelled. I was told Y A
W A Y.. As I looked out over the stream I saw another area of this same
bright light in the water, it was also YAWAY, next to the temple. I jumped
in the water and waded towards it. I heard my people calling me for dinner
in the temple. I got out of the water and went in we ate seated on the
floor and the food was spread in an array in the middle of us. There seemed
much love and warmth from my people, family and friends in this group.
I also knew that YAWAY was not
something elusive, but would always be there or wherever I chose to look.
When I awoke May 1, 2010, I
allowed myself to do so slowly (something I seldom do), I thought about what
I had dreamt. When I remembered the place in this dream that I asked for
the spelling of this mysterious and wonderful light, I felt it very
important to see if I could find the word YAWAY in this world. I typed it
into Google search. My surprise was palpable. I began reading much of "The
Age of Reality" web site. Then I contacted Lamah to share this dream. He
told me of the Feast of Agape. This resonates as truth for me as I dreamt
this was a feast. I do not know what it all means but I know it is a
connection in spirit. I also know overcoming the fear and reaching out to
share information is giving and giving from the heart is LOVE.
Thank you Lamah,
Janet
P.S. Lamah, I wrote this poem in
2004; I think you of all will understand the understand the spirit in which
it was written.
MOTHER
EARTH
You've always been
there for us,
Thou sometimes we are blind.
The steady rocks we walk on,
The mountains that we climb.
The lakes that we relax by,
The reflections in a pool.
From birth to death you've taught us,
In and out of school.
Your tall trees shelter areas,
Abundant with all life.
Your deserts, barren soil, and
Drought are fraught with human strife.
The
highest peaks, our lofty thoughts,
The valleys our despair.
The oceans deep with potential,
Prodding us to care.
We've plundered deep your bounty,
We've stolen from your soul.
In ignorance we've become greedy,
Like gamblers on a roll.
We use your soil to hunt and
kill,
Brother unto brother.
You feel all the pain of despair and grief,
Just like any Mother.
You shake and roll and shudder,
I pray don't change your mind.
We chose this voyage on your back,
Please don't leave us behind.
If only we could hear the voice,
From our higher self above.
The earth transformed to an Eden again,
Will be brought back with our love.
It's not too late to turn it
around,
To bless what mother earth has bore.
Too cherish, nourish and stop the break,
Of the heart that is its core.
Much Love, you, me , all,
Written By:
Janet Hays
The above was
e-mailed to me the day after this lovely soul of a lady and I had talked for
almost a good hour of exchanges that was surely to have happened for the
conformation of my work as the Father of the Age of Reality. I could not
have possibly ever written anything as totally miraculous as the deeper
meaning of her dream or poem that was so in keeping with the totality of all
that I had already written in the four or five pages following this
wonderful and totally independent of any prior knowledge of anything to do
with this Age of Reality. Of course, you can understand the wonderful and
elated feelings that we both had repeatedly experienced as a direct result
of Janet’s most unusual and mystifying dream. We shared the elated
wonderment of the reality of this dream that led Janet to discover the very
parallel and shared feelings that were already expressed on my website that
had happened to come as the top runner on Janet’s Google search for the
word, Yaway.
And speaking of dreams and there
relevance to reality, I came to this Land of Enchantment as the direct
result one of my mother’s dreams that had occurred
sometime in the early sixties in which she claimed that Jesus said that she
and her ministering husband were going to be moved to the “Members Valley.”
My mother searched world atlases to try and locate this prophetic location.
Not having any initial success as to the actual name or geographic location
of this “Members Valley,” she was never able to
make any true sense of the dream, and the idea of moving from Miami was put
on the backburner “until further notice from Jesus.”
It was sometime around
1964 or ‘65 that she and her husband were in Houston, Texas on a religious speaking campaign and counseling tour. A very kind and
elderly woman, previously unknown to them, had made an appointment with
Gilbert, perceivably for counseling. When this lady had arrived for her
appointment, it wasn’t to receive any spiritual counseling, but rather to
deliver an executed deed to some property in Deming, New Mexico--some undeveloped
acreage that her maternal grandmother had homesteaded sometime in the late
Nineteenth Century. This kind lady claimed that she had had a dream in
which she was divinely instructed to bequeath this parcel of inherited
property to “the Holloway’s.” My stepfather, in his usually modest manner,
very tactfully and kindly refused her generous offer, initially stating that
he was in no position to except such a gift in their personal names, as was
stated on the deed. The kind lady promptly left by taxi and apparently went
straight to her lawyer’s office and had him re-execute the deed into the
name of my parents’ church, The New Age Church of Truth. She then
returned the very same afternoon to the hotel where my parents were residing
and re-presented Gilbert with the newly executed deed, now in the name of
the church.
Just as Gilbert was about
to once again tactfully decline the woman’s kind offer, my mother called
Gilbert out of the room and explained that she “believed” in these prophetic
dreams and that they should honor the inspirational guidance that this woman
had apparently received. She suggested that they only postpone accepting
the deed until that parcel of land could be properly researched. My mother
volunteered to make a quick and immediate trip to Deming and actually take a
“feel” of the land for herself and make the final decision as to whether
they should actually take possession of the property.
It was the very next day
that my mother took a flight to El Paso, Texas, which at the time was the
nearest airport to Deming. She rented a car and drove the 100 interstate
miles west from El Paso to Deming. She had acquired directions to the
property from a local water-well drilling man named Rudy Little. It might
be noted that my mother’s maiden name was Little, and she believed that this
Rudy Little was probably related, since his physical features were so liken
to that of her own family.
This parcel of vacant land was
northeast of this small town, and my mother had a bit of what I’m sure must
have been a cultural/geological shock to observe such a sandy, desert-like
terrain; certainly it was in dramatic contrast to the semi-tropical
landscape of southern Florida. When she returned to the rather small
business-center of Deming, which was less than two miles from the land, to
take a further survey of the town’s offerings, she passed directly by the
local bank with its name displayed in bold print—Mimbres Valley Bank.
My mother immediately placed a call to
Gilbert and related her unexpected but welcomed observation, and suggested
that they were definitely to accept the property because this was indeed the
fulfillment of her own visionary dream in which Jesus had promised to move
them from Miami to the “Mimbres” Valley. It was always my mother’s profound
belief and contention that when God had a plan, He would also provide the
necessary means of manifesting that plan. What a wonderfully amazing
universe that we all live in, that we are all sometimes the unexpected
recipients of so many wonderments of unexplained events.
As the Father of this wonderful Age of Reality I have declared Janet Hays as
the very first participant of the soon to be, House of Agapé. So it is,
with Janet’s most timely dream and almost immediate Google search for the
word Yaway, that I will now finish this chapter with the rest of the story.
In any case, I may have to call Janet, the “Mother of the Age of Reality” if
for no other reason than the reality that she alone and without any prior
knowledge of the Age of Reality experienced this mysterious, wonderful and
very spiritual-filled dream, and was able to recall and then record its
details. I am also very grateful that Janet had the foresight to actually
and timely perform a Google search for the word, Yaway that she had recalled
as being so central to her dream. And what is even more amazing to me is
the reality that her Google search lead her to the Age of Realty website
where she was then connected through e-mail with the Father of the Age of
Reality. AND, all of this was so fluently and with such ease accomplished
in less than some twenty-four hours despite the great distance of some 1200
miles as the crow flies. That whole experience reminds me of Jung’s
description of the universal mind.
As an afterthought to
Janet's Google search I decided I would see just what it was that had led
her directly to my website. When I had Googled the word, YAWAY I was led to
a number of sites that are actually under another word, Yahweh that is the
Old Testament’s Jewish word for God. It was about three or four sightings
down that the word, YAWAY was found in extra-bold letters and led to the
page of my website, Yaway.html that was actually entitled, YAWAY: My Way,
Your Way, Our Way, Yaway. The word, Yaway is used by me to describe an
individual’s Spiritual Maturity in the Age of Reality. It just goes to show
how thorough our computer system’s World Wide Web is. I did however, to be
sure I was getting the story straight as I was writing this very paragraph,
returned to Google and searched once again for the word, Yaway. This time
the Google search suggested several other headings to be searched, the top
one being, Yaway Religion. It was under this heading that I had now found
the following:
1.
Yaway
A person who
has achieved
YAWAY
is an individual who no longer requires the discipline of any
religion or has the need of a belief system that is governed ...
theageofreality.net/Yaway.html
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Similar
I wonder whether it was Janet's initial seeking the
word, YAWAY that had automatically changed the settings for the very word,
Yaway and listed my website as the first sighting for the word, Yaway?
Now, back to the original start of this chapter in which I will give you,
not even the very smallest bit of some dogma or doctrines...[the
continuation of this chapter can be found at
http://FeastofAgapeHouse.net
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