"The Tip of the Crystal"

The Harmonica Convergence

  I was living in Los Angeles when I started hearing of the Harmonic Convergence. I was told of its importance by some people who professed to be extraterrestrials. They lived in Sedona, and stressed that I would have to be there at that time to effectuate positive change in my life. When Kathleen, my girlfriend, returned from Europe, I told her the story of the E.T.s and Sedona. I expressed my desire for us to go there for the Harmonic Convergence.

  "The Harmonica what?" A brief summary of all I had read and had been told on the subject followed.

  "And you want us to go where for this?"

  "Sedona, Arizona."

  "Is that where they landed?"

  Our discussions became increasingly difficult. I found our perspectives growing further and further apart. Kathleen presented excellent examples of a skeptic's point of view but I was so caught up in my fervor and excitement that I dismissed her arguments as close minded. In retrospect, I see that she was much more centered than I was. Nonetheless, Kathleen agreed to go. She loved me unconditionally. If she had thought that it would benefit our relationship she would have invited the E.T.s to a Tupperware party.

  We arrived in Sedona five days before the Harmonic Convergence and stayed at Avanisha's (one of the E.T.s) house. What followed was so painful that I still have problems dredging it up in order to write about it. We were doing a lot of "processing." "Processing," is the word the New Age movement has adopted to describe the often difficult and painful analysis of deep-rooted emotions. I didn't even notice the physical beauty of Sedona. We were too busy exploring our feelings and defending our points of view to be sightseeing. The discussions that Kathleen and I had had when she returned from Italy had now elevated into arguments. She was not buying this mumbo-jumbo stuff. When Avanisha would speak of unexclusive, unconditional love, Kathleen would respond that it was Avanisha's inability to love one person that had created this belief system. This led to tears and more arguments. Avanisha took us to hilltops and told us about their magnetic force. She asked us to join hands and focus on our energies. Though I felt foolish, and Kathleen thought the idea laughable, we played along. I felt nothing. Kathleen felt nothing. Things were not getting any better.

  The house we were staying in was rented by Avanisha and three of the other E.T.s. who were in Los Angeles for a few days. We decided to do some mushrooms in an attempt to break down walls that seemed insurmountable. The walls remained, the sensations were slightly different. That evening the E.T.s in Los Angeles called and Avanisha told them that we had taken mushrooms. This was the first time that she had ever told them of her indiscretions with drugs. All hell broke loose. Kathleen and I looked at one another and wondered what had happened to the unconditional love we had heard so much about.

  The next morning the E.T.s who had been in Los Angeles returned and more anger was unleashed. The day was full of arguments, tempers, threats, and emotional outbursts. I couldn't rationalize this amount of pain and suffering emanating from a group of individuals who gave workshops on "co-creating Heaven on Earth." I realized that I was through with this particular experience, that I didn't want to be in Sedona for the Harmonic Convergence, and that I certainly didn't want to stay with the E.T.s an hour more. I called the airlines and we left the following morning.
 

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