From: waddell@firnvx.firn.edu
Subject: Eagles
Organization: Florida State University
Date: 21 Jan 93 19:39:25 EST

About 4 years ago a friend of mine received a copy of some 50 type-written
pages titled "The Gathering of the Eagles" by Menno Pauls as told to Ray
Hudson.  There is no copyright with it and so I hope they will not mind that
I condense and post this material.  Mostly I will quote directly, leaving out
parts, but when I paraphrase I will enclose that in brackets.  Any errors
will probably be mine.
 
This is part 1.
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We are, I believe, falling headlong into the Age of Tribulation, as the Bible
calls it, or in a contemporary term, the transition period leading to the New
Age.  Many people on this earth are selfishly perpetrating the old ways, the
old order, despite its shortcomings of racial and social inequality,
irresponsible use and abuse of power and wealth, and rampant greed and
corruption.  Those who have a material stake in this old order choose not to
look, or are blind to the changes, even now, starting to take place around us. 
Others, who are victims of the system of the old order have in many cases
given in to feelings of futility, that they don't count and thus can do
nothing to improve the world and expecting nothing more than its eventual
collapse with nothing beyond.  Many have forgotten the promises of the new and
beautiful age to follow, or else they simply cannot believe that such a thing
could happen.
 
This book is for those who have clung steadfastly to the hope that somehow,
things will get better, even if they get worse first!  Those who believe that
the world can be cleansed and reborn, that the age of Aquarius will indeed see
"peace and love steering the stars".  This book is for those who have lifted
themselves through HOPE and FAITH above the low negative forces at work in the
realm of 20th century planet earth.
 
This is a book of HOPE and a story of FAITH.  It tells the story of the last
ten years in the life of Menno Pauls and his family.  Menno is, to all
appearances, a most ordinary man.  He doesn't drink or smoke but harbors an
incredible passion for hamburgers.  He is married to Sharon, and they have two
boys, Steven and Sean.  He is simply a quiet, unassuming, non-judgmental,
gentle man.  They, as a family, have been called upon by powers far beyond our
plane of existence, to do a job in preparation for the coming of the New Age.
 
Those of us who are working to bring this awareness to those around us, to get
the message conveyed, are involved in a project so large that is boggles the
mind.  Yet we have our jobs assigned.  Now you too are becoming aware, and
your role in the scheme of things will be defined when the time is right.  In
addition, ponder this:  somewhere, at sometime, beyond your conscious memory,
you volunteered your services.  We are simple telling you now, to stand by for
action.
 
The responsibilities that Menno and his family have shouldered comprise their
unique task in this project.  You will probably never be assigned anything
quite so arduous.  Then again, you might!  The vitally important aspects of
this text are that you become aware, and build that awareness, hope and faith,
and prepare spiritually for what's to come.  You will always have the free
will to choose whether or not you'll participate, but it would be sad if you
chose not to walk into the New Age with us.
 
There is no organization to join, there are no monetary dues to pay.  All that
is asked of you is that you develop your spiritual self so that you, in turn,
may help others when the crunch comes, as it surely will.  You are not
expected or asked to divest yourself of what you have, or change what you do. 
If things are to be discarded, they are the mental things.  Those things that
are the self-centered methods and philosophies of the age that is passing away
must be discarded.  The important divestment right now is a mental, not a
material one.  In return the acquisition should be a greater spiritual
awareness, a positive attitude, and a love of all things.  This, in turn, will
clear your mental channels so that you may better heed what your conscience,
your guides, and your God, have to say to you.  Listen carefully!
 
There has been much written and published concerning the awesome events that
have been predicted, to bring out the end of this age.  Part of this book
deals with these events, but only to establish reference points for the
discussions of what will occur in the positive arena, while the tide of
negativity and destruction sweeps the rest of the globe.  The goal of this
book isn't to dwell on the events that end the world as it now exists, but to
deal with those people who are of the New Age, the seeds of the future, the
seeds of time, and how they are concerned with the birth of the New Age not
the dissolution of the old.  We deal with it only as a jumping-off point to
the future.
 
We seek to be positive wherever possible.  There is far too much negativity
afoot in the world as it is.  Indeed, that is the very fuel upon which the
apocalypse will feed, and although some of the events we must deal with in the
book are, by their very nature, negative, the structure of this book is one to
build a positive attitude of FAITH and HOPE.  For, although it is agreed by
many, that the major earth upheavals that have been predicted cannot now be
averted, their intensity in terms of their effect on you and those around you
can be much lessened:  The power of positivity!
 
Lend this precious positivity to everything you do.  Don't dwell on the
negative because your positive input right now will make all the difference in
the world: this one as well as the one coming up.  Use what you read here to
assist in your own development, but don't make this your only source.  Clear
those channels within so you really hear what's being said.  Remember, the
best source for the necessary information is within you, not in this book. 
You have only to seek it out.
 
You are now aware, be ready and watch...watch for the gathering of the Eagles.
 
Ray Hudson
September 20/8
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
 
THE GARDEN
 
A great shining bird flew down from the highest heavens into the Garden of
Life.  
He flew over its vast regions of desert, with its weeds and thistles 
and on to a corner where lights were a-glowing from seeds of Perfection.
He swooped down and landed on the tallest tree in the garden.
He blinked his eyes once, and instantly
all the beautiful flowers, plants and trees turned into eagles
with rainbow-colored feathers
and clear crystal eyes.
Strange, but beautiful, shades of color and strange soothing notes of
harmonious music
flowed from this great shining bird,
and flashed in the hearts of all the eagles.
 
"Take a look, my children, look at yourselves and awaken to
thy life's reality.
Thou art not lowly, timid pigeons; thy roots are not of pigeon stock.
The image that reflects back to your eyes is that of mighty,
brave and fearless eagles.
Although you and your fathers have lived for....oh so long
wrapped up within the life, the easy way of the pigeon blanket.
 
It is time to fly....it is time to fly way high,
to where the others dare only dream about.
Stretch your wings and reach the heights
where food is found that nurtures your soul best.
 
Eagles have the eye to see beyond the day's horizon.
Eagles have the heart to reach beyond the night, and live to see 
the morning sun.
Eagles have the soul to live on....to go beyond
when other lives meet the door of fear."
 
The great shining bird blinked once more,
The eagles changed back to plants, flowers and trees,
and then began to shine brighter and brighter....
Until he disappeared from the garden.
 
CHAPTER ONE .....THE LITTLEST HOBOES
 
"Aren't the pigeons funny?"  That was the first thing the dishevelled old man
said to me.  And with that I was launched into one of the most fantastic
adventures that has totally changed my life, as well as the lives of my wife,
Sharon, and our two sons, Steven and Sean.
 
[It was about 11 AM at a drive-in hamburger joint in Kingsway in Burnaby, a
suburb of Vancouver. While standing waiting for my food, I was startled by the
question because although usually there were pigeons after the food scraps,
THERE WEREN'T ANY THERE!  He looked in his fifties, bearded, somewhat
disheveled, wearing a faded denim jacket, a little like a farmer.  
 
"I have this place in the country," he says.  "These birds will be gathered on
this loft and there's this other bird.  And a light comes through this bird
and hits these other birds. I feed all the birds."]
 
Well, I thought he was a guy who wanted someone to talk to, right?  You know,
now, sometimes older folks just like to come up to you and talk.  Well, I'm
not doing anything anyway so I stood there and listened politely.  But all the
time he was talking he didn't once look me in the eye.  He was looking off
into space telling me that something was going to happen to the world, but
there were enclosures to protect certain people.  He assured me that I and my
family would be protected.  We'd be safe. 
 
"Well, here's my order," I said and prepared to leave.  But before I could, he
looked me straight in the eye for the first time since we started talking, and
he said, "I'll see you later."   Then he touched me on the shoulder and an
electric-like shock went through me.  If he hadn't done that, I probably would
have dismissed the whole thing as some poor lonely soul wanting a bit of an
audience.  
 
I took my lunch and left, but as I was leaving I looked back at this character
once more.  He just stood there for a moment where I'd left him, then he
turned right around in a circle and walked out the door and along the side of
the restaurant.  HE DISAPPEARED!  HE JUST SORT OF VANISHED INTO THIN AIR!
 
About two years later I'd just about forgotten the restaurant incident when it
happened again.  This time there were two of them, looking like skid row bums. 
I was cleaning windows in downtown Vancouver at the time.  One of them stood
back about thirty feet and watched while the other came up to me and said,
"Careful for the height."
 
[He repeated it twice more.]  "Me and my friend have been here a long time. 
We've seen people come and go.  We've seen people born and die."  Then he
said, "Everything's going to be O.K., we're close by all the time."  Then he
touched me on the shoulder and said, "Just take care."  And when he did that,
a warm electric sensation went through me, just like the time in the
restaurant.  He turned and walked to his companion, and the two of them just
sort of faded off the street.  Right in front of me!
Like they weren't there!  That was in 1973.
 
In 1974 a wino came up to me on the sidewalks by one of the little parks in
downtown New Westminster, right near the skid road area.  [He had a wad of
yellow gum wrappers in his hand and a wad of green ones.]  He was just picking
them off the street, and I couldn't help thinking he must be pretty weird to
be doing that.
 
As if to reply to my thought, he said, "I collect these, you know, you should
know about that!" and he looked right into my face and pointed at the
wrappers.  "These are the Protestants and these are the Catholics," he said,
indicating the two colors.   "You know, ya can't just get any.  They can't be
torn or dirty."  He said "These are special wrappers."  He kept beside me as I
was walking, and he was jabbering about something or other, and all the time I
was thinking, "This guy is cracked!"
 
"You know," he said, "there's this wagon, and it's pulled by some horses, this
wagon of wheat.  And it comes to this elevator and goes up a ramp, and the
horses are skittish 'cause they don't like going up the ramp."
 
Bang!  My mind is blown away!  He was going into my head into my memories of
when I was a little boy of about four.  I was astonished because this guy was
describing what occurred one day.  He described the whole thing.  I could
remember going to the elevator, and what happened there, but I don't remember
coming home.  "You got frightened of the machinery in the elevator," he said. 
Well, you know, there were three things I had been frightened about, and right
there he told me about all three of them.  Now I'm really wondering who this
guy is.  He has to be coming from some other dimension, some other level.  But
why?  What for?
 
I was so astounded that I wanted to phone Sharon right then.  I saw a phone
booth, and turned to it to make the call but I discovered the phone cord was
broken.  When I turned back to the wino, he'd vanished.
 
[In the fall of 1974, while washing windows one day, out of the clear blue
this poem got beamed into my head as if someone was beside me whispering into
my ear.  That day I wrote down "The Prince of Hope."  After I let it sit for
awhile, I published it myself with the help of a few friends.  Over the years
since, it's been requested and sent to most of the English departments in
universities across Canada.  But of the 700 we put out, I haven't sold a
single one.  I just had to give them away.  After all, it was given to me.]
 
In 1975 I had three visions.  I saw what was going to happen in the future.  I
also saw that these visions were tied in with these strange encounters I'd
been having and the strange thoughts and inspirations that had been coming to
me.  It was as if someone had been trying to get through to me from another
dimension.  
 
In the first vision I was standing in the mountains on a grassy slope.  Nearby
was a powerful being who was beaming a ray of light at me which tranquillized
me so I wouldn't be frightened at what I was seeing.  I was seeing a mountain
coming unglued.  It was crumbling, and the big rocks were just coming down
like a waterfall.  And as they fell they turned into houses, busses and other
types of vehicles, all containing people.  They were being crushed as they
came down.  I saw the people in anguish before they were crushed and killed.
 
The spirit guide who was off to my left interrupted my thoughts then, with a
command, "No! Don't look at that, look over here!"  And out of this holocaust
were tumbling some people.  They were landing on the grassy slopes of the
mountain unhurt.  They were being thrown clear.  Then the spirit said,"That's
what you have to see, you will see that and you will see these people living."
 
Right after that I had a second vision which showed what would initiate it
all.  It was to be a nuclear attack on North America.  I was shown how that
would come about but I'll deal with that later.
 
Then I was shown another aspect of this whole thing where there were groupings
of people.  Some of them were already in place, and others were moving to B.C.
from all over the globe.  They were being drawn consciously and unconsciously
to safe areas or pockets of protection in B.C.
 
[At the beginning of 1976 my next encounter with a guide occurred. The older
chap, the one who's appeared to me first in the restaurant, appeared to me one
night in a dream.  He had me by the shoulders, he shook me, and asked, "Who
are you?"  I answered "I'm Menno Pauls, window cleaner."   He shook me again
and asked, "What are you doing?" When I told him cleaning windows, he shook me
again and said, "You should know by now who you are and what you're doing!" 
Then he asked, "Where are you going?"  All of a sudden I was in a valley on a
farm, an old homestead with a barn, a farm house and green crops. And then
everything disappeared.]
 
After that I started getting directions almost in the form of commands. 
They'd say, "Go and talk to so-and-so."  The first contact I made was with a
couple who lived on a farm near Haney, up in Fraser Valley.  We had known them
for maybe five or six years, they were very unique people.  Only now did I
realize why we were acquainted.  When I went to see them, I knew exactly what
to tell them.  "You know one day you're going to come to in a green kind of
setting, a valley and mountain area.  When that happens, something awful will
have happened in the world, but no harm will come to you.  You'll be all
right.  It'll be very strange.  I'm telling you now, so you'll have time to
think about it, let it soak in.  So you can cope with what's going to happen. 
And help others who will be there, but without the benefit of knowing why." 
Message delivered and accepted, I was on my way.  Now the real work had begun.
 
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Although the first 7 1/2 pages of the original only condensed down to this
5 1/2, the next installment will lend itself better to being condensed.
 

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Have fun!

   =-Kathy->                                   waddell@firnvx.firn.edu
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