I’ve been asked to describe my experience and the process of anchoring the Blue Light.

I wasn’t at all of the anchorings, and I didn’t really understand it well in, what was for me, very early days. Tom explained the anchoring as completing the spiritual circuitry of Mother Earth. I wondered why it hadn’t been completed already, since the Earth had been here for quite a while.

I understand now that there are times for things to happen, sometimes late but not before the time is ready. Being late can make up for things which ought to have happened. Being early can be a waste of energy because the environment, or the people, aren’t ready or capable of recognizing, receiving, or using it properly. As Tom has said, “You don’t give the keys to a bulldozer to a three year old.”

I’m not sure why, but want to back up and say that I was somehow important to Tom even before our friendship began. My first time meeting him was after a reading by Dan. Tom showed up to go to lunch with Dan. I watched them walk toward Tom’s car, wishing I was going with them. Tom glanced over at me as if to say, “Your time is coming,” which it did.

Years later, during one of his talks, a woman asked, “How long have you two known each other?”

“Generations.” Tom answered.

I see now that I was supposed to have been on all of the Blue Light trips. Dan said he was missing one male Scorpio in the King’s Chamber in 1991. I missed going on that trip due to my own foolishness of the time. I’d have been that male Scorpio. But, synchronistically, someone showed up to fill in for me.

That is an example of one of Tom’s comments, “If you have a job to do and are missing something when it comes time to do it, that something will be there, and it will have always been there.” This is not to say that my not being there was predestined, rather that spirituality works outside of the realm of time. To spirituality, the moment of needing the something, and the moment of setting things in motion to provide it, are the same moment.

I’m trying to give a sense of the necessity of anchoring the Blue Light. It was not done on a whim, not just a fun idea. It was a spiritual necessity, to be accomplished in that time period.

Another quick story; one woman felt she needed to be there. She didn’t have the money to go and the money she did have needed to go toward a new car. She had an accident. Someone ran a light and totaled her car, leaving her basically uninjured. The insurance settlement provided for a replacement car, with enough left over to go on the 1991 Tibet trip. Pretty cool.

When something needs to be done, spirituality has no lack of creativity. Searching ourselves to discern whether our impulses come from ourselves or from spirituality is essential. We won’t always be right, but we will always learn from the process.

So, as Dan says, follow your intuition. Be honest with yourself. And trust the Divine.

With that as background, here was my experience during anchorings – I was lost. My instructions of, “Stand here, clear your mind to make yourself available, allow whatever happens to happen,” were way too vague for my understanding the first time we did it. I did what I was told, watched everyone else to see if I was doing it right, then settled unexpectedly into a quietness which held a feeling of serenity for me. I loved it, and I didn’t know what I was doing.

Sometimes Tom would talk about it first. Sometimes Tom Williams would have set up a beautiful ritual for us to follow. Sometimes, as in the 1995 Tibet trip, we had to appear to be tourists who randomly stood still for a few moments in a vague circle formation. The Chinese police in the Lhasa valley would have taken a very dim view of a public display of anything approaching a prayerful silence.

The last official Priesthood gathering for the purpose of bringing energy to the Earth that I was involved in was in Sedona, after Tom had passed. We stood around an ill defined medicine wheel, hidden so park rangers wouldn’t notice it. Teachings were given, prayers were spoken, heads were bowed in silence, and I was unsatisfied. Something wasn’t complete.

People were preparing to leave, some began walking back, but for reasons unknown at the time I walked back to a point on the wheel and stood silently. I didn’t know why. I just followed how I felt.

After a bit someone walked over to another point on the wheel, also standing silently. Soon a third joined in. We stood for a while like that, waiting for someone to fill in the fourth spot. I found myself beginning to question what I was doing, but it still felt right to just wait.

Someone noticed and came to stand in the last position. I raised my arms like a statue to the gods. To be truthful, this old farm boy felt a bit silly and woo-woo. That’s when the vortex appeared.

I perceived, but not with my physical eyes, a spinning vortex rising up from the center of the wheel. It grew in diameter as it rose up roughly 10-15 or more feet in height, constantly moving, spinning, shifting, but absolutely there.

I can’t say how long it lasted in time, long enough for me to wonder what we must have looked like to someone if they passed by. I began to feel a little foolish, and wondered how the others were feeling too. It began to fade, slowly retreating back to the center of the wheel, then I put my arms down.

Would it have continued if I had not had that self-centered thought? I don’t know. I know there’s a time for things to be and a time for them to pass. What might have happened differently is all conjecture. It was what it was, and we all felt beautifully quiet.

Here’s a guess. I can’t say where I, or any of us, went to while the vortex was spinning, some higher energy level perhaps? But there is a possibility that my self-centered thought occurred because the vortex was diminishing, which was in effect setting my energy back down on the Earth plane so to speak.

So after all of that the short answer is – it’s different every time.

Follow your intuition. Be honest. Be pure. Enjoy the beauty.