Temple Canyon Sanctuary
Jayem recounts the miraculous purchase of sacred land revealed in a Vision from Jeshua.
The Inception of Jeshua's Vision
The “channeling phase” of my studentship with Jeshua had begun, first with groups that grew via word-of-mouth in Tacoma, Washington in early 1989 (shortly after the story I recounted in The Jeshua Letters).
One night, in waltzed a new couple—recording equipment in hand—and told me Jeshua had sent them! Thus began our first quality recordings of His channelings (now making up the body of work known as The Early Years). These were then transcribed by Tom and Judy Coates (ministers of a local church, who are important figures in this telling).
A good year or more of this continued, in which the following occurred:
During a channeling, Jeshua paused and asked that I “watch.” Remember, I am not in the body during these channelings, but—by now—have integrated the ability to observe from other dimensions. I see Him glide from my body and come to stand just behind the right shoulder of Judy.
Curious, I ask her what she’s experiencing. And with that asking, I realize I am “back,” aware of being localized where my body is again.
“Judy, what are you experiencing right now?”
“I feel a delicious warmth, all down my back, on the right side.”
He whispers to me, and I convey His words to her:
“He wants you to know that you can trust this, for you already know it is Him, don’t you?” Judy almost cries as she nods her head in assent.
“He says that this will continue to grow as communion with you is established, and to remain in deep trust.”
Some weeks pass. It is nearing the evening when my-then partner, Anastasia, and I prepare to leave our home on Whidbey Island, Washington and drive to Federal Way, where Tom and Judy’s church is (which we used at the time for our gatherings). Suddenly, I hear Jeshua’s voice:
"My brother, it is no longer necessary for you to go. The Work will continue, yet do I have a new direction for you to take."
His words startle me. “But Jeshua, I’ve made a commitment. People are expecting me to be there!”
"Remember always that your only commitment is to Me; you have entrusted all moments to the service of the Atonement, which is under my direction. Again, you are called to trust what you cannot see, what you cannot yet understand."
A good reminder! And so: We don’t go to the gathering. Later, I learn something astounding happened. That night, He began channeling through Judy!
Suddenly, I felt a bit empty...directionless. Something has ended; years of now-weekly gatherings, travelling by car to places like Idaho and California to share this Work. What’s next, I wonder?
Late in the night, sleep begins to change. It’s not a dream, not even a lucid one. I feel Him, and He is not alone.
"Come, my brother."
My soul’s attention leaves the body-mind; I enter domains of energy: light, color, and subtle sound. Quickly, I am high above the majestic evergreen trees that cover our property, and I feel myself beginning to move. I can see the top of Mount Rainier, though the world appears differently from this domain, because the vibrational quality of the seer is different: It appears, yes, yet everything is a bit translucent, not quite so solid!
At the speed of light, we zoom across the western United States. Now, far below us, I see a vast, open land of amazing colors. We descend somewhat, and I see a magnificent canyon of orange hues. We circle it, and then suddenly, at dazzling speed, they return me, finally descending through the evergreen trees, through the roof of our house, and I reconnect with my body. Anastasia is still sound asleep!
I sit up, dazed and amazed! What was that?
The next morning, I take advantage of the rare, warm Northwest summer day, undress, and stretch out on the warmed wooden deck. Deeply relaxed, and without warning, two words resound from Him, over and over, their vibration suffusing and permeating every cell:
"Shanti Christo…Shanti Christo…Shanti Christo."
(I’ll learn later that this phrase translates as “peace of the Christ.”)
The energy is so powerful, I stagger as I rise and make my way to a chair, collapsing into it. I ask Him to help me understand:
"My brother, now do we begin the true purpose for your incarnation, and of our chosen work together in praise of our Father’s love. All will be made clear. Soon, you will be leaving this current home. Remember, I am guiding you at every step."
The nightly light speed trips to this unknown land would occur for three more nights, until the Vision given is deeply etched in my being. Anastasia, when I first shared it, started buzzing and shaking, too. One evening, we just sat on the couch in silence, waiting for guidance. We both felt it, as if our souls had already “departed” this home and gone ahead. We looked at each other.
“We’re moving there, huh?” she says.
“Yes, wherever ‘there’ is,” I reply.
A journey is about to begin.
The colors, the canyons, so bright, so unique! Maybe it’s around Sedona, I think. We fly to Phoenix, rent a motor home and drive there, and in less than two minutes, it’s clear: NOT IT!
Pausing to pray, to ask Him, I feel an energy well up in my heart area.
“We have to go to New Mexico!”
It’s not a place I have ever been, but I just know we have to. We make the drive, and as we near Albuquerque, something takes over, a desperate, enthused energy, like one who knows they near home after being so long gone. Pedal to the metal, the motor home sets land speed records (at least until the motor begins to overheat).
Finally, after a long, agonizing rest, we approach Albuquerque, but I impulsively head north: I must get us to Santa Fe. Again, it’s a place I don’t know, nor a place I have ever before wanted to visit.
For the next few days, neither of us is any good at getting quiet. No, we are now in control through our excitement and will ourselves to make the search! All over New Mexico we go. No, not here, no, not there—no orange-hued canyons!
Growing tired, and in need of returning the motor home to Phoenix...finally...we relinquish control, and just get relaxed and still (honestly, “defeated” might be a better word!).
I look at the map. My hand is drawn to an area near a place called Abiquiu (pronounced ab-i-kew).
“We have to go there.” Anastasia complains for a moment; she’s tired. But she “tunes in” and opens her eyes.
“We do. We have no choice.” And so we rev up the engine once more and begin heading northwest of Santa Fe.
It’s about an hour to the village of Abiquiu, but on the way, I am entranced by a solitary peak that seems to loom over the area of high desert.
“See that? It’s kind of like what I saw—from a higher perspective—but it’s...it’s too...long, or something.”
Now the road begins to ascend from the narrow Rio Chama river valley, west of Abiquiu. Then, it rises to a plateau, one that breathtakingly reveals a glorious landscape of cliffs of vibrant reds and oranges! My heart skips and races.
“My god, this is it! This is exactly it!”
We turn down a road and cross Abiquiu Lake, and I know we are so close! Suddenly, Anastasia exclaims:
“I have to go lay down.” She does, and I can feel her instantly gone from her body. In less than ten minutes:
Screech! I’ve slammed on the brakes and come to a stop. Just as suddenly, Anastasia bolts upright, and races to the front seat.
We look to the left. There it is, right in front of us. The land He would later name Temple Canyon Sanctuary.
Nothing could prepare me for what was about to occur.
It takes me awhile. It wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t my ego mind in its endless thirst for aggrandizement. It was all real. He has led us here, from Vision to grounded earth.
Opening the motor home door, I step down, walk across the narrow road, and up on to the land. There’s an old post-and-wire fence, but no other signs of human presence. We walk down an old farm road toward those looming orange cliff faces in the back. The mountain looms above it. There! That is what I saw of it. Not long and narrow, but vertical and narrow. We had been travelling along its flank, and now it sits like the lord of this land. (I’d later come to know it's named Pedernal, and has been sacred to Native Indigenous people in this area for thousands of years.)
At one point, I can’t help it. I start running, running up a small slope to see directly into the canyon. That is when it happens:
It’s a clear and windless day. Suddenly, I’m impacted as if a strong wind has struck my chest. Instantly, a group of Light Beings, appearing to be a good fifteen feet high, are in front of me. They shimmer, yet I can see the canyon through them, too.
One word is transmitted, with the same quality of power that electrifies the cells as whenever Jeshua speaks to me:
"Welcome."
Immediately overwhelmed, I drop to my knees, tears streaming. Now, I also feel Jeshua join them. I can see them, the “seeing” having nothing to do with open, physical eyes. Somehow, I know I have just been given a priceless blessing, an honor.
Later, a Native Indigenous shaman visited us; in a Vision, his Guides told him to come. He would show us where the ancient Anasazi would do ceremony, kick up a few rocks, and produce arrowheads. He confirmed where ley lines intersected perfectly in the “bowl” of the land before the canyon, a place, curiously, I always walked around, not through.
“Those were the keepers of the land,” he told me. “This [land] is a powerful vortex. I am honored to have been sent to this place to help you understand it better. That they welcomed you is a powerful sign. Spirit has sent you here, and it has a purpose. The land is protected for it.”
For now, though, we make the long, silent drive back to Phoenix, and fly home. Soon, we’re all packed, and begin our one-way drive in a rented U-Haul, to Santa Fe, New Mexico, with no “plans” whatsoever.
Enter Dorothy
Before leaving our home on Whidbey Island, I’d followed His guidance and announced a Gathering to be held in Santa Fe, sending it to our growing national database. No computers in those days! We did it the old-fashioned way: stuffing envelopes and licking stamps!
Now, here we are, living in a rented house in El Dorado, a little community just southeast of Santa Fe. So many people responded to our invitation to gather, and hardly before we’d settled in, the first gathering was held on this sacred land that, as yet, wasn’t even “ours.”
That first group stepped foot on the land, and let’s just say no one had a “neutral” experience! Later, we’d grow accustomed to miracles here, to profound insights, and to the many sharings of entering a “crack between the worlds” as people would enter the canyon proper...things like feeling the presence of being watched, yet comforted in it; others literally seeing Native Indigenous people going about their village life suddenly appear almost physically in front of them (with no amount of blinking and head shaking making it go away).
The story of how we came here was shared often, and a ton of enthusiasm was expressed for purchasing it.
“Well, I suppose we will need to find out who the owner is, since it doesn’t appear to be for sale,” I replied.
But soon, we would know who the mysterious owner of this sacred land was ... and how we came to meet her is a miracle story that still shakes me with utter conviction that Jeshua is exactly who He says He is, and that our communication process is untainted.
“Okay, I’ve completed my research, and have the owner’s name and address for you!” It’s the realtor we’ve engaged for this process. “Shall I contact her for you?”
“Well, I have something I want you to send to her first. It’s a personal letter of sorts.”
“Oh, that’s never a good idea, trust me.”
“My trust is in the One who has told me to do it this way.”
What was in that letter? Only the specific words Jeshua dictated, as well as the photo of us He’d asked us to include. The letter read:
"You don’t know us. We are interested in establishing a small, spiritual retreat center on your land, and wonder if it might be for sale? Please contact us at your convenience."
The agent thought we were totally crazy, but begrudgingly sent it (photo included).
I’m about to step into the shower, with the water temp just right: hot. I lift my right leg, and as I step past the edge of the curtain, it happens, with no warning at all: I’m no longer in the shower.
Instead, I’m somewhere else, and in front of me there’s a dark-haired woman, of what I think is Spanish-American Indian descent, looking at me. There’s also a man, off in the distance, silent.
She speaks. “My grandfather entrusted the land to me. He always knew, from the time the Great Spirit showed him the Visions, that it has a special purpose. When he died, he willed it to me; he knew I would guard it. It was hard. The family quarreled and even sued me. They wanted me to sell for the money. But I trust the Lord, and He always told me to have faith. Now, he has sent you. I will sell you my land.”
It’s all over in a few seconds. Suddenly I’m back in the shower, but so impacted I fall against the wall to brace myself.
Later, I share what occurred with Anastasia. Then, a mere three weeks after we sent the letter, we receive an invitation to meet the land’s owner at her home in Las Cruces, a four-hour drive south of Santa Fe.
Yes, the owner is a woman. Her name is Dorothy.
I knock and the door opens. Our eyes meet. Dorothy, unsurprisingly, is a dark-haired Spanish-American Indian woman, and it feels like we’ve all known one another, all three of us, forever.
She welcomes us in, and over a glass of iced tea I share how we’ve come to be here, with her. She’s silent, just softly staring at me.
“I will sell you my land.”
“What, uh, how much do you want for it?” I ask. (The land is over 600 acres, and, I imagine, expensive).
“How much would you like to pay for it?”
The reply startles me. “Please, if you could just let us know ...“
She raises her hand to stop me from speaking. “I know the Lord has sent you. You are the one. Whatever you feel is okay with me.”
“Um, well, what about, I don’t know...” A number appears. “Two hundred and forty thousand?”
Without hesitation she answers: “That would be fine.”
It was all so effortless. Okay, we don’t have two spare dimes to rub together right now, but already I’ve learned that miracles always lead the way, when you surrender to serving the Way.
We all embrace.
“I want to share something with you,” says Dorothy. “Do you have some more time?”
“Certainly, yes.”
She fills our glasses again, and sits silently for a while.
“The land was my grandfather’s. He always said it is a special land, a spiritual land. When he died, he had left all of it to me. I was ostracized by the family, sued, pressured to sell it off for the money.”
The strain in her voice belies the difficult memories.
She speaks for some time, and her story corroborates and enhances everything that occurred in my shower experience.
Just what am I a part of here? I wonder as we make the long—and very silent—drive back to Santa Fe. It’s cracking me open in ways I could never have imagined: keepers of the land appearing ... altered domains of communication with others ... and the dawning sense that something big is underway, set into motion by Jeshua.
Can I handle all this? Why me? Why did I ever open the door when He came to knock upon it? My world continues to lose its solid footing, but I don’t quite know how to plant them in the one that is opening, both in the realms of Spirit, and here on earth.
I can feel the fear, the desire for it all to stop. But I know it, and I won’t. Not ever. That surrender is already complete. I just wish I could have read the “fine print” in this contract before I signed!
We stayed in touch with Dorothy, while back home, I was going through the process of continuing to follow His guidance:
"Establish now what your world calls a 'non-profit' entity, for there will be many—in the right time—who will come forth to support this work."
Okay. One step at a time. We got the Shanti Christo Foundation set up in New Mexico and applied for federal status. We were told there would be an interview at some stage, and that it usually takes up to a year, or even more, to get it done with the federal government. Not a quick process!
Two months later, we received a letter saying the federal agent in charge of our application had been transferred, and someone new would be in touch. Ugh! Surely, a delay! But I should have known He had a hand in this ...
A woman called from Washington, D.C., asking that I tell her our plans. That would be easy; we had none!
And so I told her the truth. When I was done, all she said was, “It’s a beautiful vision. I’ll approve your application immediately.”
What?
So in less than eight months, Shanti Christo Foundation was a viable non-profit corporation!
And so it came to pass that our second, now “annual” gathering was scheduled for a few months’ time. People attended from all over the country. We’d been sending out monthly Jeshua recordings, and requests for me to come share the Work kept increasing, and I spent time travelling here and there for gatherings.
Now, here we all are, on this sacred land. I’ve shared with those gathered the story of meeting Dorothy, and ask if anyone knows how we might raise two hundred and forty thousand dollars? Quickly, a few people put up their hands, saying, “I’ll donate a thousand!” or “I have five hundred!”
Then, a woman we all have cause to be thankful for stood up. She is the being who paid for the publication of The Jeshua Letters years before, having been moved to do so after being handed the manuscript by a perfect stranger at a conference back in Seattle. I’d been friends with Joan Reddish ever since.
“I promise to match whatever this group can raise here today!” It was like a volcano was unleashed! And in less than a half hour ... we had raised the entire amount!
And, so, our first official act as the non-profit Shanti Christo Foundation was a full cash payment to Dorothy of two hundred and forty thousand dollars, gifted by the love and Vision of a small group of individuals gathered together on sacred land, and Temple Canyon Sanctuary was officially birthed, and enfolded in His plan.
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