"VISIT IN PRESCOTT, ARIZONA"

First Week of December, 1955

Aura said, "I want you to find sufficient land in your area to promote and build a 'Sanctuary of Thought,' away from any populous center, high above your town, where the people of your Earth—all people—may come to visit in a healthy, peaceful atmosphere!  Where all may hear and be heard!
 
"A SANCTUARY where religious beliefs, racial status, poverty or wealth will neither be an asset nor a liability!  A place where equality alone will be recognized!  Where only the laws of your land, the laws of your Bible and the rights of your fellowmen, will be your accepted guide!
 
"You are directed to locate a desirable location of sufficient size for the expansion of the Sanctuary as conditions warrant.
 
"You are to make this your determination, and to see this project through to completion!
 
"The financing of the complete Sanctuary is to be through your friends and my friends!  Yes, the friends of PEACE in this world of yours!
 
"My purpose in bringing this message to you is so that you and your people of your Earth Planet can, and will, bring PEACE to your troubled world!
 
"Yes, this MUST and WILL be done!
 
"A continuation of the actions of the Nations of the Earth planet will only end in total destruction!"

"I implore you to act quickly!  With all compassion to your Earth planet, from my people of the peaceful planet of CLARION!"

On or about December 1, 1955, while I was living in a little yellow house on Granite Street in Prescott, Arizona, I was awakened in the middle of the night by AURA RHANES walking into my room from the parlor!


This proved how true was her previous assertion, that she could find anyone anywhere at any time.


She was dressed as I had seen her before, with a black velvet jacket or blouse and a red pleated skirt, except that this time she was she was covered with a raincoat that appeared to be of a heavy transparent plastic, of brownish-grey hue.  After her radiant smile of greeting, her face became very serious indeed as she leaned against the bureau by the side of my bed.

Then she walked out the way she came, after nodding adieu to me with another brilliant smile.  I wanted to follow her, but something held me fast, sitting on the side of my bed.

Another person was in the next bedroom, and the next morning she told me she had overheard every word and surmised that it was AURA RHANES.  She wanted to come into my room to see her too, but that same "something" also had held her so that she could not move when she tried to arise from her bed.  To verify her assertion, I asked her to repeat some things she had overheard, and they were correct.  She was an unseen witness to this phenomenon.

As it hadn't been raining when AURA visited me, I wondered why she had worn a raincoat.  Was she using it as a portentous symbol of something in the future from which I would need protection, or was it as a suggestion to cultivate endurance and persistence in following her advice?

The beautiful DIANE came to your author sixteen years ago.  Her melodious voice vibrated through the vastness of the cosmos.  This same voice has been heard on many occasions since the release of MY FLIGHT TO VENUS.  Sometimes it has followed me over the cactus-studded desert where I love to roam.  It has come in silent moments driving along the highways.

So, at last, under the pressure of the time and place, I asked St. Cassian for three miracles—that the disaster which threatened each of my friends might be solved and averted in right ways, and that their present distresses might be turned into joy.  And as the weeks went by I had news from each of my three friends.  The illness of one had been healed; the financial threat to the second had been relieved by the  notice of an unexpected legacy; the danger had been definitely removed from the future of the third.

So I went again to the little church to thank St. Cassian for his three miracles.  And in the timeless silence of the empty place he said to me, "You asked for three miracles.  I ask for but one.  Will you do it for me?  I caused this shrine to be erected in order that the faith of men might be justified through the healing of their distresses.  But that purpose has been forgotten.  You know the power is here, do you not?  Will you, then, restore this shrine to its original intention, for only in that way can it again fully justify its existence?"

"I am willing in spirit and gratitude," I said, "but the flesh . . . What can I do?  I have neither money nor prestige sufficient . . ."

"You recognize the power, and you have the faith."

"Yes, I have," I acknowledged.  "And I will do what you ask—somehow."

"It is well," he said.  "You can also show me a kindness.  In the Tanneron, I have another little shrine.  It is known as the Shrine of St. Cassian.  Be good enough to go there and open the door—that is all, just open the door."

A few days later I drove out and found the little chapel, which was in a ruinous condition, and I opened the door, as I had been directed.  As I did so, three bats flew out, and I knew, strangely but clearly, that the little building no longer held the spirit of holiness, but was consigned to a fate of utter ruin and disintegration.

Incidentally I may say that the Church of St. Cassian, at Cannes, still awaits rededication to its original mission.  To do something about this is my uncompleted undertaking.  I do not possess St. Cassian's facility in miracles; yet I am very sure within myself that when this war is ended, and France is recovering from her wounds, St. Cassian's at Cannes will become an important center for the manifestation of new faith and healing in the world . . .

A small group of Spiritual Frontiers Fellowship officers met with Mrs. Twigg in August of 1970 for the purpose of receiving guidance for the organization.  Philip, Ena Twigg's spirit teacher, made it a rare occasion by coming through to advise the group, which included the Reverend Ross Sweeny, pastor of the Riverside Methodist Church, in Riverside, Illinois, the current president of SFF; his wife, Agnes Sweeny; William Holes, vice-president of the SFF; and Paul Wilkinson.

Said Philip: "We wish you to form small dedicated units who will sit in silent meditation and open themselves to their God, not for the sake of self but to understand what God is going to use them for more fully.  We want very much to see a place situated in your country where people can gather and foregather, be instructed and guided.  They would be assisted by those who are sensitive enough to our world, in whatever capacity those sensitives can serve.  It would be much more than a school or a church.  It would be like a university."

"The blessing is already there, and the building is in the etheric already," Philip said through Mrs. Twigg.  "There is water running near this ground and it is high ground and there are mountains somewhere, right?"  The group agreed.

"My sons and my dear daughter, when you have this place solid on your earth, will you invite us into the interior of the building that we might strengthen, support, guide, instruct, and give what we know of wisdom . . . and all we have of love?  These things are important.  Keep faith.  Keep in tune with the universal harmony. . . . People have been caught up in a rhythm of destruction and materialism, and so our world dropped you as stars in your environment to shine."

At one point Mrs. Twigg said: "You feel the power around you.  You feel the sense of belonging to your God, and Philip says, 'My children, if you knew the joy you give us giving us the opportunity to speak to you in simple language.  This is so treasured by us.  Your world is so deaf.  It does not feel the gentle persuasion from our world.  There is a better way, is there not, and Jesus said that he would not leave you comfortless, didn't he? . . .

"'This is one joy in our world: if we find those who listen, take the little message to your heart and into your soul.  Do you know what your soul is?  You have found your souls.  You know it is you.  It is you.  And the soul and the spirit welded together will forge onwards and upwards to new dimensions of understanding.'"

In one segment of the sitting Philip spoke of Agnes Sweeny.  "There is one who would long to teach and to give instruction, and he would be behind the lady," he said.  "Be aware, and the words will be given to you after your prayer; and the door is open, and through it is the new insight, the new strength, the new courage."

Suddenly, partway through the sitting, a voice came through Mrs. Twigg, speaking with a strong foreign accent.  It said: "I was a little boy who was killed in the Spanish War, and this lady not have me speak before.  First peoples I have ever speaked to."
 

Agnes Sweeney: We are very happy to have you.

Twigg/Pedro: I am Pedro and much happy, much happy, much good happiness.

Agnes Sweeney: You are joyful.

Twigg/Pedro: Yes, and I have come to tell you something.  I have come to make myself known to this Aunt Agnes lady.  I come because I want you to know me.  And I will not stay with this lady.  I will come with you.

Agnes Sweeney: Come with me, Pedro.

Twigg/Pedro: Philip said to me—he is a wise old man and he said to me, "Come, little one, you make them speak.  You speak to them . . . because you for son Agnes lady, and you go to altar in a church, you know, and you put little flowers for the children.  I will help you, please."  When I was killed, I no longer had a body, and I was Catholic, you see? . . . And I do not know what to do without a body because the body was gone; it was broken up . . . the big bang . . . and the body was gone, and so I had a big job to wait to put myself together.  And Philip said, "Now is the time; here they are." . . . And I want you to pray for me.

Pedro said he had a donkey with him.  "Why not a donkey in our world?  Because Jesus sat on a donkey, and if it is good enough for Jesus . . ."

Pedro said again to come into the church and put flowers there, and "the children from my world will come and pray.  This is what we try to do: make two worlds one."

When Pedro left, Philip came in to say, "That was a surprise, wasn't it?  But it was necessary that you go nearer to him, have him as one of your helpers and supporters, a little child who knew little of love and little of life and much of poverty and much of fear.  He has now found security, and he is now ready."

On the Other Side there are highly evolved entities who come to us to teach, to help us evolve spiritually, and sometimes to impart to us the plans that are in preparation in their world for our world.  Teachers like Philip are never involved in bringing evidence of survival or of the departed loved ones of sitters.  We love our teacher dearly, and many learned and advanced people—scholars, clergy, government leaders—have come to our home to listen to Philip.  Of course, I am always in a trance, but we have many recordings and transcriptions of his lectures.