CRYSTAL CLEAR VISIONS

Messages from the Ultimate Source
BY Michael Orwig

                            Table of Contents

Preface…………………………………………………………3
I The Meadow………………………………………………4
II Just Be…………………………………………………….19
III The Gifts………………………………………………….27
IV Crystals and the Twelve Chakras………….36
V Mother’s Awakening……………………………….46
VI Be in Joy………………………………………………….51
VII Dad’s Turn………………………………………….57
VIII Doubts and Hope…………………………………63
IX The Auras……………………………………………….67
X Hold the Joy…………………………………………….73
XI The Zoning Board …………………………………81
XII Questions………………………………………………92
XIII A Class Experience……………………………101
XIV …………………………………………………………….105

Appendix I: The New12 Chakra System…115
Appendix 2: Quan Yin’s Gift………………………133

PREFACE
The Earth is changing. You can feel and see it wherever you go. She is now, as we speak, in the process of cleansing an almost infinite number of pockets of lower frequency energy that she has absorbed for us, in order for her to move into her 5th dimensional body. The energies that allowed the Earth to mother 3rd dimensional life no longer are in her best interest and must be cleansed in order for her to accept the higher vibrations of the 5th dimension. Think of every trauma from eons of war, pollution, and general misuse as cancers that must now be healed. The changes are upon us and assisting the Earth in her healing will go along way into determining the ease and grace of her transition. Every plant, animal, and human marches to the drum that the Earth provides. Where she goes, we go.

It is more important than ever for us to reawaken our understanding of our connection to Mother Earth and the life force energy that she provides. I hope that you will enjoy the adventures of young Bill as he seeks to protect and honor the Nature Temple that he has grown to love.

Be in Joy
Mike Orwig

CHAPTER 1

THE MEADOW
“I’m sorry,” Bill says. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t block it.” “It’s okay,” says the Mountain. “It’s okay. It all has a pattern.”

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I started to recall the events of the last couple of months. It all began so quietly, with a trip in to the mountains. It was a beautiful day - the sun was shining, the grass was green and still glistening from the morning dew. The season was March; the air was cool and crisp, and you could smell the sweet scent of the ground.

My parents had always liked to go to the mountains. They both liked to ski, and Dad would go hunting on occasion. He wasn’t a very good hunter, but he enjoyed getting outside when he could. Mom enjoyed picking wild flowers when they were in season. Sometimes I would go with them, but we’d never really paid attention to the mountain. Until this day.

See, it was on this one eventful day our lives changed forever. Spring had arrived, and we decided to spend the day in the mountains. It started simply enough: Mom made lunches and packed the backpack, Dad took care of a little bit of business before going. Me, I was playing with Sam. Little did I realize how much things were about to change.

I could barely contain my excitement as we piled into the car. Sam, my golden retriever, sat beside me in the back seat, Mom and Dad in the front. As we pulled away, I glanced back at the house; I had the strange feeling I would never see it quite the same way again. Even the trees looked a little different, almost ethereal. I don’t know why, they just did.

The thought passed out of my mind as I turned forward and saw that it would be an incredible day. Soon we were winding up the road. Some of the trees still had some snow on them, but the grass was greening up nicely. We passed a stream with ice still formed along its banks. In one area, the water was dripping down a rock face, forming an incredible blue ice crystal waterfall.* The thick fingers of ice seemed to fall over each other as they made their way over the smooth rocks, the very tips drip-drip-dripping with tiny jewels of water as they slowly melted in the early spring sun.

On we drove into the mountains. We went deeper and deeper into the hills, higher up than Dad had ever taken us before. We pulled off into the parking area and piled out of the car. The air still held a bit of that night chill, and in it you could smell the thawing earth and new growth. To the right of the few cars parked here already this morning, you could see a small graveled area with picnic tables and benches. Beyond that a trail head leading off into the fir trees. As I slipped my backpack over my shoulders, there was joy in my heart - all I was thinking about was having fun with my family.

My parents were always revitalized by nature. It is such an important part of our world. After that day, I would begin to know just how significant it was. There are energy flows and lines throughout all of Nature that we’re only just now beginning to understand, and being able to touch some of those energies is a very precious thing. I know this now, but then I was just a nine-year-old boy out for a day with my folks.

As we started down the trail, we let Sam run ahead. He hadn’t been out much – we were just coming in to spring, and he really hadn’t had a chance to get outside and run. Mom and Dad lagged behind me, holding hands. The three of us made our way leisurely down the trail, enjoying the sun as it streamed through the trees. The shade still held a slight winter chill, but in the light it was a warm, beautiful day. For a reason I would better understand later, I was more observant that day, noticing little things that I’d never paid much attention to before – the blue-green moss growing up the north side of the trees, smooth stones marbled in reds and whites and greys that littered the path, little creatures going about the business of living in nature. I was more aware of the life around me; I’d never seen the world this way before, but then I’d never really stopped to notice. The trees looked more vibrant. Plants glowed. It was both exhilarating and disturbing. I’d walk up to a plant, see the almost palpable luminescence and beauty around it, and hear it singing in my heart; but when I tried to touch the energy around it, my hand would just pass through as if nothing was there at all. It was hard for me to understand what I was seeing and sensing that day.

We looked out for some of the early signs of spring. There were a few tiny little green shoots pushing their way out of the earth from underneath the dead leaves of the previous fall, and some of the tree branches bore the hard nubs of soon-to-be-blossoms. Birds were out, their songs acting as the soundtrack to our day in the mountains. Soon we saw some robins, and an occasional bluebird. We passed a large black raven sitting very still high in an aspen, as if keeping watch on this part of the forest. He watched us pass with a knowing look; he knew today was a special day, but wasn’t telling. I would have to find out for myself.