Before I traveled to hear Vernon Howard speak, I had dreamt of being in the desert. Inside a hotel, I entered an elevator with a woman guide. She took us to the bottom level and then pointed upwards and we could see the sky. These were her words, “You have to go down to look up. You see two stars that are not in right relationship to themselves.” I was also shown a school where the windows were insulated and protected. Only later did I realize that the dream was a precognitive one pointing me to him, for he lived in the desert outside of Las Vegas.

Later I dreamt of seeing the constellation Leo outlined in red stars and I called the local observatory to ask when Leo would be in the ascendancy. I planned a trip to see Vernon when that would happen. I did not speak with him but at the break, a student said to me, “Would you like to stargaze a little?” And we stepped outside and looked up at the vast array of stars and I knew I had been guided.

When I heard of his impending death, I asked for a sign that we would not be separated. The next evening Bob and I were having dinner at a restaurant that overlooked Lake Mead. Two double rainbows arched across the lake and again, I knew that it was indeed a sign.

Vernon died in 1992 and his group split into several factions. His secretary went with one that established New Life in Arizona. Before I knew of this, I dreamt of mountains, black bears and hummingbirds. His school is on the Mongollan Rim in Arizona, the restaurant across the road was The Black Bear and his secretary lived on the grounds and worked in a building called Hummingbird.

That is not the only time I was guided by my dreams. I dreamt of meeting a teacher in Hawaii and traveled to Maui searching for him. By many different signs, I found him on the Hana Highway and was told that I was the Self. I was not ready to hear that yet, but still, the message was delivered.

All of the signs I received were about geology, about the earth and sky. These are hidden in my deep soul and my mind has no conscious access to them. This is how we travel the mystic path, unhindered by the rational mind. This is how we come home.

Vicki Woodyard