I first heard of John-Roger while teaching 4th grade in northern California, c 1969. I happened to have invited volunteers into my classroom, a new thing at that time in Forestville, CA. So a lovely retired lady heard about me and drove from her home in Santa Rosa each week just for the joy of volunteering. We were talking one afternoon, when she offered that her college-age son was visiting and very excited about a Light Study he had with “this guy” in Los Angeles. Being curious and adventurous, I mentioned that I was interested in knowing more, and the next afternoon he presented himself to my classroom to play his Light Study to me. I listened and politely asked about contact information. I don’t remember having a clue about what it was, but the idea of looking into “this guy” named John-Roger wouldn’t leave me alone.

I called the number, and when I requested more information about JR and MSIA I was offered the opportunity to order Discourses. (Thank you to Pauli, I think, who was on the phones.) They would come monthly. I thought I was subscribing to a magazine, a rather expensive one I thought at the time, but I was curious. They came, mimeographed pamphlets, one each month. I read them, sometimes just as the next one came, but Spirit didn’t let me put them aside.

There were many times in the early years that seemed like small miracles: Mrs. E’s son sharing with me; calling MSIA in distress and J-R answering the phone; or getting to an Arrowhead Retreat and sharing that I really didn’t know how I got there or why I was there and then hearing J-R laugh, oh so lovingly.

I remember J-R hugging me and feeling the energy that seemed to lift me up off of the planet. I remember a dream soon after meeting J-R in which we soared so high, and my consciousness was safely held in the Light and tender arms of the Traveler, forever free to expand. I still am amazed to remember that I courageously asked for accelerated growth, knowing that within that loving and Light I would be perfectly protected.

And so it has continued. My family moved to Alaska in 1975, and one day I received a call about hosting J-R and Staff on a visit. They came, and I was ordained. I served them dinner. I remember starting with a big pitcher of water and noticing the staff hesitating. I didn’t know that water was supposed to come in plastic bottles. But J-R helped himself and said, “That’s good water.” Then the staff enjoyed it too. I baked bread ahead and froze it to be fresh for the dinner. I warmed it up and served it. The bread basket passed around the table, finally coming back to me, and the piece I got was frozen in the middle. I asked who got the frozen bread, and J-R said, “I thought that was how it was supposed to be,” and so we laughed.

Then there were bigger miracles: We “grew” an Insight community in Alaska, and energy would roar through the room of an Insight II and hit the back wall with a bang. All talking in the room stopped for a moment before resuming. The facilitator quietly said to me, “Jesus just came into the room.” A guest at an Insight II graduation would stand nervously at the entrance looking up at the places where we had hung and then removed the participants’ work and ask why all the angels were hovering there.

I first met John Morton on one of the Anchorage visits. He was doing the Aura Balancings in my home. He said something about how amazing it is the way the Traveler shows up for us, no matter how remote or even if just one family. Sometimes I have pretended that I was alone, and then I remember those words and I experience being surrounded by the Traveler’s indescribable loving and peace. Then I again notice miracle upon miracle unfolding before me.

On one of the visits to Anchorage I went to meet J-R and staff at the Anchorage airport, and they had to have walked right past me but I didn’t see them. When all the passengers were off the plane I went to baggage claim, and there they were. J-R said I was in the Etheric of the Etheric – really spaced out. He looked at me, and it was so funny. I laughed all the way home, and thank God, Spirit drove.

Thank you, Beloved J-R, the one who is laughing with me in my heart. Thank you, Beloved John Morton, the one who encourages me and guides me to recognize all the blessings in God’s creations.