by
Trudy Werrington ([email protected])
Author's Note: All names have been changed to protect the
individuals'privacy.
Julie Larson had her first paranormal experience at the age of ten when her grandfather
died. For the six weeks following his death, Grandpa Larson's head appeared in her bedroom
window where he did nothing but stare at her. Julie was frightened even though she knew it
was her grandfather, but ... she, also, knew he was dead! Dead people weren't supposed to
stare in bedroom windows and frighten little girls. Additionally, Grandpa Larson had lived
1,800 miles away and that, alone, should have made it an impossible feat. Julie didn't
tell her parents until the age of twenty-one and, then, she was shocked to discover that
her mother also had seen her grandfather for the same six weeks.
During the following years, Julie experienced occasional paranormal experiences, which she
eventually accepted as normal -- at least, for her. At fifteen she married her eighteen
year old sweetheart and things went along fine without many "weird events" to
upset her life -- until the age of twenty-two. One Saturday night Julie and her husband,
Michael, went to a concert at the local Civic Center to hear an unknown band and dance.
This was the beginning of the most extraordinary experience in Julie's life!
It started out pretty much as any other ordinary experience does. There was nothing, no
sign or sound, to indicate that this night would be any different than a hundred other
nights. The band played and Julie and Michael danced until they were exhausted. This was
1967 when dancing required the expenditure of a lot of energy. So, the two of them danced
until they couldn't dance any longer. Exhausted, they stood in front of the stage and
watched the band perform.
That's when strange things began happening. Julie loved Michael, yet she began staring,
almost mesmerized, by the lead guitar player and singer. She stood, almost rooted to the
spot, unable to move, staring at the young man performing. She knew nothing about him
beyond the fact that the band originated in Lawrence, Kansas. She didn't understand the
fascination. He was a nice looking young man, but he wasn't extraordinarily handsome.
Puzzled, yet she couldn't stop staring at him and even Michael was mildly fascinated. The
amazing thing was that the singer returned the stare!
For hours, as the band played and the crowd danced, the two stared at each other with
Julie barely moving. Dancing was forgotten, even the music was forgotten, as this hypnotic
stare linked the two of them until even thought was impossible. In a deep part of herself,
Julie was completely mystified. Finally, the band began packing up their instruments and
the crowd thinned out while Julie and Michael just sort of stood there in a daze.
Soon, the lead guitar player finished putting all of his things away and strolled over to
where Julie and Michael stood, introducing himself as "Jeff'. It felt like the three
of them were standing in an isolated pocket of the universe. As soon as Jeff introduced
himself, a few trivial questions were asked. The subject of the conversation turned almost
immediately to metaphysics and the paranormal. Inside herself Julie was shocked. She
usually didn't talk on that subject with just anyone and she had no idea how the subject
had even arisen. Even as they talked, another part of her was trying to analyze how this
had happened, but there were no answers.
Around them the band had finished picking everything up and were loading the truck while
the entire audience had emptied the building. Julie, Michael and Jeff kept talking until
the security guard, finally, had to tell them to leave. The three of them stared around
the empty auditorium in astonishment as none of them had been aware of their surroundings
until that instant.
They didn't want to stop talking. But they couldn't go to Michael's hotel room to continue
the conversation as it was shared with the other band members. A restaurant didn't have
the right atmosphere. So, without hesitation, Julie and Michael invited Jeff home with
them -- a thing they had never considered doing before with a complete stranger. The three
of them talked non-stop on the drive to Julie and Michael's house; they talked at the
house from 1:00 a.m. until 5:00 a.m.; they continued the conversation on the drive to
Jeff's motel, and then they sat outside the hotel talking until 7:00 a.m. There was such
an intense energy field around them that none of them experienced any tiredness, but they
knew they had to quit, as the band needed to leave for their next engagement by 9:00 a.m.
After exchanging addresses, they reluctantly parted.
For the next six months or so Julie and Jeff wrote each other and discussed metaphysics in
each letter. They covered philosophy and personal experiences in a chain of
correspondence. Even after Julie and Michael moved to California in February 1968, the
letters continued. But hope of getting together faded due to the distance. Then, another
strange event occurred.
Three weeks after Julie and Michael moved to California, Julie received a phone call from
Jeff. The band was in the their city, seeking their fame and fortune as musicians.They had
a free day so could Julie and Michael come spend the day at their hotel room? So, the
couple packed up their two children, aged five and three, and drove to where the band was
staying.
All four-band members were staying together in something resembling an efficiency
apartment in order to save money. It had a living room, kitchen, and bedroom with two
double beds in it. It was a Sunday afternoon and the TV was blaring out the football game,
the drummer was practicing his drums and the other guitar player was practicing his
chords. Add to that two small children and quiet was an unknown word!
It was a dingy and dreary motel furnished with old Salvation Army-style furniture, but the
company was good and that's all that mattered. Julie set the toys out to entertain the
children and Michael sat down to watch football while Jeff hauled two kitchen chairs into
the already crowded living room.
He set them up in front of the door, as no more company was expected, about four feet from
the television set, with the backs facing each other. After the children were settled
Julie and Jeff each straddled a chair, facing each other, and leaning their elbows on the
backs.
There began a rapid-fire exchange of all the news that had happened since their last
letters and then they fell silent. Once more they began simply staring into each other's
eyes--ignoring the children, the TV screaming out the football game, the shouts of the
spectators and the drummer as he practiced. Time had no meaning as the stare became more
and more intense and the edges of the room began to blur and disappear. It was as if the
two of them were surrounded by a vibrating energy field that encapsulated them and
prevented any sound or motion from penetrating it.
As the room disappeared Julie and Jeff found themselves standing in front of the Sphinx in
Egypt wearing some sort of long, white robes. Each had a circlet of some type of metal on
their heads with something resembling a smoky quartz crystal or moonstone hanging from it
over the third eye. No words were spoken as they stood in front of the mysterious beast,
but they both knew what they were to do as they directed others to follow their bidding in
the cooling evening air. They couldn't see what those others did; they simply 'knew' it
was being done at their behest and were satisfied.
Without warning the scene changed and Julie and Jeff were in the bowels of the Sphinx in a
large, semi-dark room crowded with what they 'knew' to be books. They also noticed what
looked like a large movie screen, a strange flying machine resembling nothing they had
ever seen before, possibly some sort of an altar, and many other unidentifiable items.
They 'knew' they were almost finished with what they had started out to do and they were
the only two people in the room.
No words were spoken, but the room needed some last minute organization before they could
leave. Silently, the two of them approached the altar and placed something resembling a
gemstone in the center of it. They began 'concentrating' and pointing their fingers,
rather like Samantha in "Bewitched", in different directions as objects
levitated into various places. At last, they looked at each other, nodded their heads and
were suddenly back in the motel room.
Julie and Jeff were in a state of shock at what had occurred and sat in silence trying to
assimilate it. Shortly, words began flowing back and forth as they tried to verify that
the same vision had happened to both of them. It had! However, neither of them knew how to
get into the Sphinx in the present time and this was frustrating to them. The visit broke
up shortly thereafter with an agreement between Julie and Jeff that they would meditate on
it to try to discover the secret and relay it in letters.
Several weeks passed with Julie meditating on the problem, but no insight appeared.
Disappointment welled because she knew that deep inside herself she knew that she knew the
answer. One night she went to bed and had the most vivid dream she had ever had in her
life. It was so vivid that it appeared more real than reality, but it was like she wasn't
really asleep! It was more like she was in a trance. She stood in front of the Sphinx and
a vision of the Greek key appeared superimposed over it.
Julie knew immediately that this was the secret key and that was why the pattern had been
used so much in antiquity--so that it wouldn't be forgotten. The longer she stood there
the more complete the picture of the "key" became. It worked rather like a
combination lock-
11 stones right 9 stones up 7 stones right 5 stones down 3 stones left 2 stones up and 1
stone right!
The stone moved like a secret, swinging bookshelf in a movie and Julie was amazed at the
ease of the movement! She started to enter the passage, but something held her back. She
could sense danger, but didn't know from where or how it would manifest. She stood there,
frozen, as she extended her senses as far as possible. Then, she felt it! It was like
force field stretched over the revealed opening. She pushed with her mind, but the field
resisted. Julie pushed again and woke up!
The next day, filled with excitement, she wrote Jeff about her dream and tried to meditate
to obtain more information, but it was like the phone line had been cut. Nothing would
come to her no matter how hard she tried! It appeared that everything had been revealed
that was going to be revealed so she might as well forget trying to discover any more.
Yet, the information was so tantalizing, so intriguing! What if there really was a room
under the Sphinx? What if it really did contain all the things they had seen there and,
most important, who were the people that had put those things there and why?
There were so many questions and no real answers. There was no one to ask either. Julie
didn't know very much about Egypt, but she did know that no room had ever been found under
the Sphinx. She didn't know if anyone even suspected such a thing! Jeff's return letter
finally arrived and it gave Julie cold chills to learn that on the same night she had
dreamed of the Greek key and how to get into the Sphinx, Jeff had had the exact same
dream. It was too strange to be coincidence, but what it was Julie didn't know. There had
to be some deeper purpose.
Jeff's dream had relayed only a little more information than hers. He felt that when the
time was right the Sphinx would be opened to reveal knowledge that was meant to be shared
with the whole world, not hoarded by any one nation. He, too, felt that there was danger
once the opening became apparent, but he didn't know what the precise danger was. Through
the exchange of many letters back and forth, Julie and Jeff tried to come to a more
definite understanding of what they had learned, but nothing further happened to enlighten
them. As time passed, the incident was pushed to the back of their minds, but never
forgotten. As is the way with such things, the two of them eventually lost touch with each
other. It seemed to Julie, later, that the sole purpose of their meeting was to have this
shared vision!
Through the ensuing years, when the 'feeling' seemed right, Julie tried off and on to
communicate her vision of the Sphinx with various people. She wrote to Ralph Bergstresser
who was investigating pyramid power and wanted to build a pyramid city in Arizona. He
thought it quite interesting and agreed that when the time was right the Sphinx would be
opened, but was in no position to do anything about it.
Next, she wrote to the British author, Andrew Tomas, now deceased, who wrote books along
the line of Eric Von Daniken's "Chariots of the Gods". Mr. Tomas wrote back that
he had been inside the Sphinx in the 1930's, that it was guarded by a group of Druse
tribesmen with the honor being passed in sacred trust from father to son and this had been
done for centuries, and Julie's basic information was correct! This vindication of her
vision. made her feel quite good. However, Mr.Tomas opined that it would be opened when
the time was right and the 1970'swas not the right time! He suspected sometime in the late
1990's! Julie and Andrew Tomas corresponded for many years before his death.
After writing to Mr. Tomas, Julie didn't feel the urge to let anyone else know about it
for many years. Then, John Anthony West appeared on the public scene with his television
special hosted by Charlton Heston. She wrote Mr., West with the details of her vision, but
Mr. West didn't deign to reply!
While reading "Atlantis Rising" magazine, Julie decided to write to one of the
contributors, Mr. Joseph Jochmans, concerning her vision. Mr. Jochmans didn't consider it
a "real" vision of a "real" Sphinx and proceeded to tell Julie that it
was only a personal vision of her own Hall of Records and implied it had no place in
concrete reality! He appeared to have no desire to pursue the issue any farther!
It has been twenty-eight years since Julie first had the vision of the room under the
Sphinx. Much has changed since then. People, echoing Edgar Cayce, are now saying there is
a Hall Of Records in front of the Sphinx and it has become fashionable to speculate on it.
She has tried over the years to let others know of its existence in the hope that she
would reach the right person, the person designated to be the one to open it and reveal
what's there to the world.
Naturally, she would like to be present when this event occurs, but either the time is not
yet or she hasn't reached the 'right' person.
