Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
By Summer Bacon
December was ... oh, so enlightening. Dr. Peebles kept his promise. “Three weeks,” he had said, and my life would change. I held that thought for two weeks.
Then, on the last day of the third week, December 18, 2001, I awakened in the morning feeling terribly agitated. I have grown accustomed to such agitation. It’s usually a sign that Spirit wants to get a message across to me ... and I can be fairly stubborn in receiving the info. I pace, I moan, I whine. I’m extraordinarily human in my responses.
I don’t channel on a dime for myself, as some people believe I would. It’s a job. Trance channeling is my job, albeit fulfilling like none other I have ever held. Nevertheless, like other people, I don’t go to the office when I don’t have to. And, when I’m called in at odd hours, I rebel.
That would change. Dr. Peebles would see to it on this December 18, 2001.
I guess I should mention that I had also broken a tooth...an old root canal that wasn’t done right. I was feeling toxic and cranky, and I didn’t feel that I could do my clients justice that day. I called my best friend, and personal assistant, Bev, and told her to cancel the one session I had scheduled.
Then I took a bath.
“I need an audience,” Dr. Peebles boomed in my ear.
“Huh? Ex-c-u-u-se me-e! I’m just getting into the tub,” I retorted angrily, not exactly pleased with his intrusion into my private moment. As with any job, the boss can be a real pain sometimes...
Ever so patient, the sweet Doctor said again, “I need an audience, Summer … NOW.”
How does one not heed the request of a Being so sweet? I knew I was cornered. I knew I could not win this battle. Love was going to win, and so it did. I abandoned the tub for the telephone, and within one hour I was headed to Clarkdale to provide Dr. Peebles with the audience he requested.
I admit, I was shaking in my boots when I sat down and set up the tape recorder.
At the insistent urging of Bev and Jerry, I went into trance. I would have delayed the moment all day. I mean, it’s not easy jumping off a cliff for a living. I know the feeling before such moments. They are profound. Life changing. Monumental, at times. In my heart, I knew my life would never be the same.
Dr. Peebles came through, bellowing his usual greetings, and then, without missing a beat, he began talking about salvation and the second coming of Christ.
**IMAGINE MY SURPRISE**
I sought the Lord in my early twenties. Physically touched, and twice visited by His visible spirit, I was “born again.” But, I could not shake my metaphysical nature...the innate drive of my being to see, hear, feel and touch Spirit. The church was astonished when I spoke in tongues. I was astonished by their rejection of me for doing just that. This battle between the love of the Lord that I knew so well, and the hypocrisy of the church that abandoned me, raged inside of me. For years, it remained a private battle, that has ultimately found its purpose in a mission … a mission that was recently brought to light by an extraordinary Band of Angels, whose spokesperson happens to be my guide and mentor, Dr. James Martin Peebles.
“Arrrgh!” I cried when I was told of the topics Dr. Peebles discussed on December 18, 2001, “How could you do this to me? Oh my God, what will my clients think?” I paced and panicked as I spoke to Dr. Peebles.
Then I read the transcription of his words. Dr. Peebles does not speak lightly. His words are direct, clear, and kind. All that he does is truly a labor of love. I was astonished, and humbled. This Being, this “man,” this angelic spokesperson, had a purpose. DR. PEEBLES HAS A MISSION. It was not about Summer, or a job, or my ability to support my family. I suddenly realized for whom I was working … a beautiful being, named Dr. James Martin Peebles, who understood me, my clients, and the WORLD, to a depth and breadth that was far beyond my “wildest dreams and imaginations.”
And so, to this humbled “little channel,” he spoke:
“Summer, liken your world and salvation to a flower. The seed of that flower is planted in dark and fertile soil … the black … a seemingly dormant and inactive place. And, over time that flower grows … moving with the elements and environment surrounding it.
“Your world is now at its peak ... that moment at which the flower is at its fullest bloom. Where were you in the scheme of things? Did you nurture and support the flower? Did you ride the current of its veins? Did you allow its beauty to course through you? Or, were you an aphid on its petals and leaves, striving to taste of the flower…striving to become a part of it on the peripheral?
“Over time, the aphids fall off, back into the fertile soil, to strive once again to contribute to the growth of yet another flower toward the light.
“And, as for the original flower? It was focused, and stood tall. It not only bloomed here on earth, but set a precedence for the future. Its essence, the truth of its beauty that was revealed, returned to the earth for others to retrieve, here on this school called planet earth, where the learning never ends.
Where have all the flowers gone? Look into your heart today, and find their essence inside of you, and with every breath, breathe these flowers into your soul. You count in this world. YOU are heaven on earth. Shine your light in this world for other little flowers to grow in. Guide others towards the light, and you will never, ever regret your existence.