Trey Haltom:  

An Angel's Tale of the late '60s and early '70s Memories meander through time on a voyage over an ocean of ages. One of them traveled back to the day God said, ¿Let us make man in our image, and after our likeness¿. Remembering the words came easy, because at that time we were talking about how Neanderthals were still dragging their knuckles... Mother Nature¿s course of evolution had done a fine job so far; but God knew He could do a lot better. God did make man in His own image, both male and female; He created them and blessed them. God gave them dominion over every living thing that moved upon the earth, including the evolved species, the cattle of the land, even the fish of the seas and the fowls of the air. Every living thing that moved upon the earth was a gift to humanity whose purpose was to subdue and replenish the earth. God said to be fruitful and multiply; this is His Divine Will. When God created man, there were already living beings through out the universe, and upon this very planet that had evolved. Among the original beings were 144,000 angels assigned to watch over and serve God¿s creation. We did watch in awe and admiration as the beginning of time became manifest before our very eyes. We watched this all week long! Of course in God¿s Kingdom the days are not measured in earth¿s 24 hour increments. There are millions of earth years in just one of God¿s days, and seven days at God¿s house is really quite a long time compared to a week on this little planet. The book you now have open in your hand could take into account the 5,000 or so years that were spent writing books, poems, letters, translations, commentaries and edifications; many I still recall, and others I recognize as being my own thoughts or messages that God has sent me to deliver. The Autobiography of an Angel begins in 1965, but could have ended in the summer of 1967 if God had not intervened on that sixth of May when the police attacked with prejudice and vengeance! Instead of dropping dead like an ordinary soul, a spiritual journey across the United States was in order. With only "Squalbuggie, the classical guitar, a well practiced thumb, and more faith than one might imagine, we set out for a distant shore. This is a true story about the revelations that enlightened one, and set many spirits free. The self-realization that follows when a person is free from the bondage that is also the fear of death is so enlightening it is equal to being born again. The Lord said that you must be born again, meaning at the very least a spiritual rebirth. One day while walking along the road to our house and looking toward the mountain beyond the lake, inspiration hit unexpectedly - like a bolt of lightning. In a simple straightforward manner, this prayer to God the Father made its way to heaven. Love for God was only natural and made me want to be like Jesus in every way; to walk anywhere necessary in order to render service with such devotion people would recognize the similitude. With just one desire, freedom from concerns about food, clothes, or shelter in order to be an able servant on a journey through life that should be similar to a stroll in the garden. The first journey led to the Box Canyon Monastery known as the Fountain of the World. It was the Order of Melchezedek, and the priests of this order never cut their hair, they kept it in braids. The robes they donned were grey with a silver sash tied in a unique knot. Roman sandals and trimmed beards made the look a little more saintly and quite appealing. A small creek flowed through this compound where buildings made of rock and mortar stood amidst the tall oak trees. Melchezedek designed the meeting hall around a large oak tree with branches extending beyond the roof. Sitting there beside the stream a melody came to mind expressing the serenity of that moment. Adlibitum was a strange word that seemed right for the title, not understanding the meaning of the word; Adlibitum was on top of the manuscript any way. Later that day someone revealed that this is the Latin term for at liberty. It was early in the morning and the sun was about to rise. After climbing to the peak of the mountain to watch the sun come into sight, this fool on the hill realized the earth was turning as it came in to view. Suddenly a golden robed figure appeared from within the rays of the sun, moving closer and closer with arms reaching out in a peaceful gesture. This was a manifestation of God and as He drew near these eyes closed feeling unworthy to look directly into the face of the Heavenly Father. A sudden gust of wind rushed by and the words rang loud and clear, ¿You are doing a fine job my boy, keep up the good work¿. God had just spoken, and this is undeniable. He so real that the vow to serve Him in a manner that would keep Him pleased became the motivating factor to offering this body as a temple. He took up residence within and lives there still. Yet in the midst this inspiring experience, and revelation, God¿s sense of humor became evident with what may have been one heck of an angelic joke. The mountain had a rocky surface that was uncomfortable to sit on, so it seemed like a good idea to take off these jeans and fold them into cushion. Being half-naked on a mountaintop watching God come out of the eastern sky is a memorable event for sure, but what happened next seems more like a miracle. That gust of wind must have blown away those Levis, or they just disappeared. It would not be wise to hitchhike in that condition, and even more foolish to try to walk all the way. Then out of nowhere a man in a pickup truck came driving along the fire trail. He said this was his annual inspection trip thru Box Canyon to make sure the path was clear in case of a wild fire. He offered a ride and pretended not to notice his passenger was a half-naked hippie with an unusual glow. Elder Asaiha, a priest at the Fountain of the World, was more than a mentor and spiritual guide; he was a familiar friend from many past lives. He was a devotee of Krishna, who accepted Melchezedek as Spiritual Master. Melchezedek chose the High Priest of the Order, and that selection was the one whom they awaited. Brother Johokum, a l...Expand for more