Who put the Horn on the Unicorn?

By Denny Highben

Journey into a vision of reality that challenges traditional concepts at every turn, and accept the challenge of the author: Read and decide for yourselves. Are these keys to finally understanding who and what we are, and why we are in this life, in this turbulent and troubled world? More importantly, are these keys to finding our way to that indescribably wondrous home which has eluded us for millennia?
This is the story of William Allen LePar, a self-effacing man who fought to ignore potent extrasensory abilities that, in the end, overcame his resistance and have given mankind a dizzying array of revelations. It is the story of a beacon of spiritual light that never before entered the physical plane of existence. And, this is the story of you – every reader, every soul on earth today and throughout the countless ages before. Read and decide for yourselves: Is this just entertainment, fiction? Or something far more sustaining?
In this journey you will meet dragons and unicorns, angels and aliens, and discover the fantastic abilities of our ancient ancestors, many of whom are among us today as our world reaches the end of a most significant spiritual cycle. You will find new perspectives about The Creation, about our true nature and about the predicaments of our physical lives. You will meet The Council, a union of human souls whose insights come from a level of spiritual evolvement after death that every person should seek; and you will meet Mr. LePar, perhaps the most supernaturally gifted individual in generations.
Why is all of this coming to the forefront of man’s awareness now? Because humanity needs a wake-up call to see truth beyond the distractions, deceptions and dark forces that seek to extinguish our Light. “Who Put the Horn on the Unicorn?” is an encyclopedic tour of revelations from hundreds of catatonic trance-state communications from The Council through Mr. LePar, a man who devoted his life to helping others without material compensation. Author Highben also includes pages of in-depth interviews with LePar, discussing his background, the trances, The Council, and some astonishing details from a near death experience (NDE) LePar had that was unlike any other which has been reported on.
The author brings a journalist’s straight-forward approach and simple prose to the task of explaining this unique event. Such a book may be the last place one would expect humor, but Highben also slathers plenty of humor onto this multi-layered feast of the unusual, the provocative, the iconoclastic. This book ignites the imagination unlike anything in recent memory. If it’s true... well, let the reader decide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William LePar
• Release date: Aug 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466160651

Denny Highben

Author Denny J. Highben began his career in journalism while still a high school student in Massillon, Ohio, working before classes and on Saturdays for the hometown afternoon paper, “The Evening Independent.” He served as a military journalist during a tour in the United States Marine Corps, then returned to The Independent and worked his way through college at Kent State University. He graduated cum laude with a degree in journalism and history.Highben and his wife, Sherilyn, decided it was important to raise their children near the family roots, so he remained at The Independent until the size of their family outpaced the size of a local journalist’s paycheck. During his years in journalism, Highben received multiple awards from the Associated Press and United Press International, and was a member of the Newspaper Guild and Investigative Reporters and Editors. He covered everything from crime to local and national politics, and wryly notes that “they are not always the same” (although one of his investigative pieces did get the local mayor charged with a misdemeanor). He traveled to Mexico and Central America for a series of stories, and appeared in an HBO documentary on “Violence in America,” detailing the Ohio background of mass murderer James Oliver Huberty. He also authored a weekly column for eight years, mixing observation and commentary with humor.Highben’s journalism career was already into its second decade when he met psychic and deep trance sensitive William Allen LePar. Concluding that LePar and the astounding events in his life were legitimate, Highben began researching and writing about LePar and his trance communications. “If someone had predicted I would accept psychic phenomenon as fact before I met LePar, I would have laughed in their face,” he now says. This volume -- “Who Put the Horn on the Unicorn?” -- is a blend of extensive interviews with LePar, remarkable revelations from the LePar/Council trances, and humorous interludes from Highben to weave it all together. In addition to numerous contributions to a newsletter produced by associates of LePar, Highben has edited other writings and written the books, “Three Worlds Lost: The History of Mu, Lemuria and Atlantis” and “On the Brink: The Coming of AIDS.” He is currently working on a biographical piece about LePar.

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Who Put the Horn on the Unicorn?

From Angels to Aliens (and Unicorns), Man’s Greatest Questions Answered

By Denny J. Highben

with Deep Trance Sensitive

William Allen LePar

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Table of Contents

Part One. Spiritual Kaleidoscope

Chapter 1. Meanwhile, back in the newsroom

Chapter 2. And so, as this age comes to an end...

Chapter 3. Who Put the Horn on the Unicorn?

Chapter 4. God Doesn’t Need Bazookas (Religion vs. Spirituality)

Chapter 5. The Dolphin, A Love Story

Chapter 6. Reality 101, An Introduction to Time and Space

Chapter 7. Dinos and Dragons and More OH MY!

Part Two. Design by Divine (Body Built on Earth of Man-Made Parts)

Chapter 1. Introduction to the First Act

Chapter 2. The Whole Enchilada in Three Easy Lessons

Chapter 3. From the Cosmic Filing Cabinet

Part Three. Meanwhile, Back at the Lab...

Chapter 1. The Bermuda Elliptical Area

Chapter 2. Moses, Pharaoh’s Magicians, and Linda Blair

Chapter 3. Yesterday, when we were young

Chapter 4. Cloning Around, The Prequel

Part Four. Some Scary Stuff That May Keep You Up at Night

Chapter 1. Who Do Dat Voodoo?

Chapter 2. Ghosts (boogy boogy boo)

Chapter 3. The Scoop on Spacemen

Chapter 4. Garbage Pit of the Gods

Part Five. Moving Forward

An Introduction And A Dedication Of Sorts

Believe it or not, mankind understands very little about reality and, instead of building upon what he does know, he chooses continued ignorance. Big mistake, for self-imposed ignorance is not bliss. But those of you who proceed are about to experience the end of ignorance, from a beacon of awareness that slashes through the clutter and chaos that dulls the mind of man. Ripley, eat your heart out!

What is coming will challenge most, if not all, of your beliefs and assumptions about the world in which you live. But before you prepare to automatically discount what you will read, consider this:

In March 2006, The History Channel broadcast the documentary, How William Shatner Changed the World. It was a clever title for a show linking the science fiction of Star Trek and its various spin-offs to the remarkable advances in technology since the late 1960s. But near the end of the show, some sobering observations were made. Remember the Borg? They were the principle nemesis of the heroes in Star Trek, The Next Generation. A fusion of machine and artificial intelligence that enslaved biologic life forms, humans included, the Borg were the ultimate in cold, compassionless existence solely for the sake of existence. Even that’s being too kind. To say cold, compassionless infers that the opposite could be possible and with the Borg, or any machine, no emotions are possible. It just is, because it is, which would be a genuine type of hell for any human captive. And the Borg let you know hell was on your front porch, although the sheer horror was lost on these soulless entities. They were like the product carried by door-to-door salesmen, but without the salesmen, intent on ringing every doorbell in the universe: Ding Dong, Borg calling, Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated… And you were.

In effect, in today’s world, we are the Borg. I mean, at least to a degree, a Star Trek science consultant said in the documentary. We would be helpless without our technology. Another guest on the show, Professor Kevin Warwick of the Department of Cybernetics at Reading University, United Kingdom, said this: In terms of evolution, humans have come as far as we can go and the next evolutionary step clearly has to be more of a technological one as we become one with technology.

That comment scared the hell out of me. And it got worse. Professor Warwick, who has already been hooked to a computer, predicted it won’t be long before we’re zapping our thoughts to each other, and those folks who aren’t one with the machine (I think this quote is exact) will be something of a subspecies.

Could our great-grandparents have even conceived of such a thing? But today, it’s real. Mankind is increasingly dependent on his creations, and nearing a point of no return when the creation could be the master of the creators. (Talk about a Frankenstein!) I brought up this story not for its sheer creepiness, but as a reminder that the unthinkable, the unbelievable, quite frequently becomes the norm. So a very wise course in life is to, as the sign on the previous page said: Expect the unexpected.

Poisoned Commies and Other Strange Stuff

There are six fundamental questions any reporter worth his salt answers in every story: Who, What, When, Where, Why and How. My background is in journalism, and I guarantee that each of these questions will be answered about the incredible events at the heart of this book. There is a seventh question, a clarion for the wary and the wise, and it shall be introduced in its time.

I use the phrase incredible events to describe what you will discover in the coming chapters. As a writer, I am painfully aware of how modern life abuses language, for we are inundated with pronouncements of everything from incredible savings to revolutionary discoveries – most of which are designed primarily to separate us from our money. The situation is such that we have become calloused to the value of our very best words. I use incredible not simply to heighten your desire for what is to come, but because that is a precise description. The ideas, the claims, set down in this book are incredible, as are the events which produced them. So I will make another guarantee: Whether you believe or not, when this journey is done, you will understand what the word incredible is meant to convey more profoundly than at any other time in your life. And, should you decide to contemplate the implications of what this is all about, you will realize the most incredible thing of all is, in fact, you.

My background overflows with skepticism for everything out of the ordinary and for much within the bounds of the commonly accepted. Some years ago, however, that skepticism collided head-on with the life of William Allen LePar. To paraphrase Sherlock Holmes, when you have eliminated all other possibilities, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. All other possibilities about LePar and the extraordinary aspects of his life have been, for me, eliminated. And so I write, I report.

But this question remains: Have I been bamboozled into becoming a barker for the P.T. Barnum of the metaphysical midway, or have I stumbled onto the mother of all stories? You, the reader, will answer that question once you have concluded this journey into a radically different reality. When you are done, you must decide for yourself. But, to get the most out of this book, let me introduce three principles from Luther Emery’s tale of the poisoned communists.

Emery, known as Lute by those close to him, was the editor of the hometown newspaper. During the Great Depression, when great disillusionment saturated the land, he was a young reporter for the same publication. It happened that, one summer during those lean years, a well-organized group of the dissatisfied picked our town for the site of their regional picnic. They were communists, and most folks in town were angered by the news that the commies were coming. But this is America, and there was nothing legal that could be done to stop the event.

The day of the Big Commie Picnic finally came, and Lute was on the scene. It wasn’t long before he noticed something wrong. Using big, galvanized tubs (presumably clean) as containers, the socialist chefs got a jump on the festivities by mixing up the potato salad early, mayonnaise and all. Lute was a very decent sort who would want no one to suffer, even American communists. So he tried to tell them there may be a problem with the potato salad. But, they refused to listen. Lute was probably just another bourgeois bumpkin trying to ruin their good time.

A few hours later, their good time was ruined.

By late afternoon the beds, hallways, and even the front lawn of the city hospital overflowed with violently ill communists. Those who could manage to speak accused the town folk of a conspiracy, but Lute knew better. Mayonnaise, summer heat and galvanized tubs make a potent combination. The three principles in Lute’s story that apply here are:

1) Do not assume you know it all.

2) Do not automatically discount advice because of the source.

3) Know the properties and potentials of your ingredients.

I am not concerned that anyone who has picked up this book is a know it all. If you were, you’d be writing a book, not reading one; satisfying your curiosities would be for amusement, not for growth. I confess to a degree of concern about principle number two. A chasm continues to grow in our country over conviction, belief, political persuasion, and all too often we only consume what reinforces our already rigid views, further narrowing our perspectives. There are primarily two sources for the information in this book. One is the man who put the big checkmate on my skepticism about things unseen, things extraordinary—William Allen LePar. The other source is known simply as The Council, which is a level of spiritual awareness as much as a composition of individuals. And lest you fret about the very security of your own being when, or if, you reach the same spiritual heights as members of The Council, hear their words:

You must remember when you leave the material manifestation you are not something that does not have a personality. The soul is very unique. It is very individual ... It does have its personality, and its personality does maintain after death...

Yes, after death; for The Council reaches out to mankind from beyond the limits of physical life or, as they call it, the material manifestation. They create a beacon of light that we may choose to follow, as weary seamen steer their vessel to safety through a dark and dangerous sea. That is, if we don’t automatically discount advice because of the source.

As for the third principle from Luther Emery’s story of the poisoned communists, it may be the most intriguing: Know the properties and potentials of your ingredients. There is a vast assortment of ingredients to the reality we think we know and an infinite assortment to the reality that will be revealed in the coming chapters. If you choose to accept some, or all, of what lies ahead, you will gain immense insight into your own properties, your own potentials. In fact, I am convinced that you will look at yourself, and the worlds around you, in ways you never anticipated.

So I dedicate this work to memory, imagination and to that mysterious mechanism of the mind that can utilize those two ingredients to create, encourage, inspire, caution, chastise, comfort and, most importantly, to remind us that we can look but not see, listen but not hear, read but not comprehend, unless we want to be more tomorrow than we were yesterday…

PART ONE

Spiritual Kaleidoscope

Chapter one

Meanwhile, back in the newsroom…

Mark was not cut out for journalism. He was a history major who couldn’t find a job (go figure), so Lute Emery, the editor, gave him a shot in the sports department. He did alright in sports, but the needs of the company outweigh the needs of the one, and by necessity he was one day transferred to the news side.

Not long after, late on a Saturday morning, Mark was furiously banging away on his old Royal typewriter. Deadline was fast approaching, but most of us other reporters were finished with our contributions for that edition. I had kicked back to read the competition, a morning paper from the city a few miles east. Mark’s assignment that day was covering the local police department, rarely a pulse-pounding task except for the occasional barroom brawl.

He rolled his chair over to my desk and anxiously whispered my name.

Are you still working for today? I asked, somewhat embarrassed he had caught me goofing off while he was still in the thick of the deadline crunch.

Yeah. How do we say ‘an undetermined amount of money?’ Mark had the curly hair and rosy cheeks of a Norman Rockwell character, and an equally Rockwellian innocence that bordered on the naive. Still, I couldn’t believe he was so unschooled in the basic elements.

Just like that, Mark, I replied, an undetermined amount of money. That was a standard line in the reports of minor thefts and such.

He still looked a little lost.

But it was a large amount of money, he said. That caused me to put down my newspaper. I just had to ask: If it’s an undetermined amount, how do we know it was large?

Well, we know how much it was but they don’t want the amount in the paper.

Something wasn’t clicking.

Who doesn’t want the amount in the paper? I knew the police wouldn’t make such a request. If they were going to give us a hard time about what’s public record and what’s not, it wouldn’t be over a routine report.

Mark hesitated, as though it was a secret. (Like I said, he wasn’t good material for journalism.) Finally, he whispered, the State Bank. This was not a good sign.

I took a deep breath. How much, Mark?

It was thirty thousand dollars, he replied, still oblivious to the fact that he had a tiger by the tail.

Now for those of you not familiar with the basics of news, let me explain. When someone steals a CD player from a car, even in a small town, it is routine, ho-hum news. When someone steals $30,000 from a bank, even in a big city, that’s hot stuff.

HERB! I screamed at the managing editor across the room. We’ve got a bank robbery!!

Sometimes, as Mark discovered, you can be sitting on a blockbuster and think it’s nothing more than a bump on a log. What he thought would be a brief entry in the police log turned out to be the biggest story of the day.

How often in life does something like that happen? One man is a chump for not realizing what he had in his possession, and another guy is a lucky stiff for stumbling onto a priceless relic at that first guy’s garage sale. Nobody wants to be the sap who lost a treasure out of ignorance. And, as much as we might envy the guy with good fortune, nobody really wants to be the beneficiary of dumb luck, either. Rather, we want to be sufficiently alert to at least spot something worthy of further investigation.

Background Check

When I heard the claims made about William Allen LePar, I felt they were worthy of further investigation. It was said that this man could elevate himself into an altered state of consciousness dubbed a deep, catatonic-like trance. During the trances a union of 12 disembodied spirits would speak through LePar’s physical, offering advice and guidance. At that time in my life, I was certain there were no realms beyond the physical, and therefore no disembodied spirits inhabiting them. But my curiosity was as strong as my skepticism, so I set out to learn what was really happening at a small farm in the gentle hills of northeastern Ohio.

You are invited, even encouraged, to question what I report to you. But before we continue, let me share some reasons why I think it is a good idea to bet with the house. It would be virtually impossible for anyone, especially this man, to fake this situation.

First, what would be his motive? The only logical motives are money or fame. LePar does the trances without financial or any other material compensation. He does the trances convinced there will be a much higher compensation (and at this point I, for one, would not argue about it). Fame? He is not the type of person who seeks such glories. And while this experience has gotten a growing amount of attention in recent years, great fame has yet eluded it. If this material from a spiritual realm is so fantastic, why has the spotlight eluded LePar? Who can say? Frankly, I have my own thoughts but I feel it’s best to simply say that his time had not yet come.

Another rather potent piece of circumstantial evidence favoring the validity of what’s going on with LePar is the time factor. The trance communications with The Council have continued for almost 40 years. Who would invest such time, such effort, into an enterprise for that long without some financial gain, unless there was something to it of even greater value? Perhaps only someone who’s not playing with a full deck, but this guy is probably the sanest person I’ve ever come to know.

Further, it defies logic that anyone, especially this man, could create from his consciousness all the incidents, concepts, prophecies, opinions, etc., that have come to humanity over the course of a generation without occasionally stumbling over a previous comment. A fraud usually gets found out. The information from The Council, totaling some two million words of dialogue with questions from scores of individuals, is consistent. Period. I’ve scoured the transcripts and when it comes to consistency, there is nothing for a skeptic to logically hang his hat on. A professor of psychology agreed with that assessment some years ago, when he studied LePar. (The study also included a battery of tests to judge LePar’s psychic ability. He is. Very.)

Finally, almost, is LePar’s education. He struggled in high school, a vocational school that was his path to becoming a machinist. (He has long since retired.) His spelling and reading skills are so bad that if the English language were Sitting Bull and the Sioux, LePar would be Custer and the Seventh Cavalry. In fact, it was his sheer dread of writing letters that provided the trigger for the trances. A detailed account of how this all started is included in the final portion of this book.

So it is thoroughly unreasonable to think that the concepts and the incredible detail you’re about to experience could have been generated by LePar month after month, year after year, with his background.

Finally, and this time I mean it, are my personal observations. I have spent many hours interviewing LePar, and have observed him in public and in private. He is in all aspects just as he appears, a generally pleasant man, sensitive and self-effacing, who has admitted on more than one occasion that he has long been tired of being a freak. I have also dealt with the members of the SOL Association for Research, the non-profit group that records and preserves the trance dialogues. They are as they seem: regular people with strengths and weaknesses, coming from all points on the social, economic and political spectrum. It was especially interesting to me that, by and large, these people have had little interest in other paranormal phenomenon, with the possible exception of Edgar Cayce, who has been dead since World War II.

And I have questioned The Council. Nothing has indicated that these trances are not something amazing, as valuable and as honest a thing as there is, and everything has indicated that they are precisely what they seem. This was proven to me early on when The Council told me things no one associated with the trances knew but me, and things occurring around me in my personal and professional life of which I had no knowledge until later, when The Council’s words proved to be accurate; in one case, frighteningly accurate.

Arthritic Dachshund Wins Boston Marathon

Can anyone with half a mind and a hint of curiosity resist a killer headline? From supermarket tabloids to the icons of serious journalism, everyone in the business of communications knows the magical power of those first words.

You were initially attracted to this book by the headline, or title, Who Put the Horn on the Unicorn? From Angels to Aliens (and Unicorns), Man’s Greatest Questions Answered The headline, or in this case the title, teams up with the lede of a story to capture the readers’ attention. By the way, the spelling lede is old-school journalism, from the days of typewriters and hot type. It was spelled that way so printers (men, not machines) reading an editor’s hand-scrawled directions under deadline pressure would not mistake lede with lead, the molten metal which was added between paragraphs or lines of type for spacing purposes.

If the opening salvo of a story is as enticing as the headline, the reader is launched into the body of the work, virtually aching to consume every word. So what is my all-important lede? How about this:

An Ohio man said to have abilities akin to legendary sleeping prophet Edgar Cayce claims insights into everything from life after death to the location of Atlantis.

Nah. Accurate, but it doesn’t put the wind in the sails. How about:

Rewrite history! Rethink religion! Retool science! If assertions from a mysterious, possibly miraculous phenomenon in small-town Ohio are accurate, the very foundations of modern civilization are about to crumble.

Better. Even more accurate, and it slaps complacency right in the kisser. But it’s almost too much like tabloid tripe. One more:

Is the greatest story in 2,000 years unfolding right before our eyes?

Right on. It’s succinct and an opening sentence like that leaves no doubt something of potentially seismic impact on modern history is in the offing. Plus, it creates a delicious double dip of desire: 1) What is this great event? 2) Is it too late to take full advantage of it? (Everyone wants to get in on the ground floor, so to speak. Buy low, sell high.)

Well, folks, that’s my lede. Is the greatest story in 2,000 years unfolding before our eyes? Read on and, I repeat, decide for yourselves. Unicorns? They’re just the tip of the ice berg, the point man for a vast and mind-boggling column of creatures, continents and conditions stretching back to the Creation itself. This is a book of highlights from a realm of revelation that makes Oz just plain boring. The LePar/Council experience is provocative, revolutionary, iconoclastic. But it is also inspiring, reassuring and, believe it or not, logical.

Before continuing, let’s analyze my chosen lede a little more, which will begin to clarify the picture of who, and what, this is all about. Why did I qualify what I have so brazenly called the greatest story by limiting it to the past 2,000 years? You may have recognized my lede as a reference to the classic film about the life of Jesus Christ, The Greatest Story Ever Told. Whether you or I consciously believe that Jesus was the Son of God -- or, better put, an aspect of God in the physical -- is irrelevant. However, I think it would be disrespectful to claim this strange occurrence could be more significant than the principle event which began transforming the world 2,000 years ago. So I qualified it, but for another reason as well.

I chose this particular lede as a way to compare the LePar/Council phenomenon to other, seemingly similar situations. In the mid-1980s, the New Age movement was a hot topic. A story was printed by a national news outlet about a channeler who was gaining fame and, of course, fortune. Simply put, for those who may be unfamiliar with the term, channeling is when an individual allegedly can induce a trance state, during which a spirit or non-physical being will speak. That may sound like what’s going on with LePar, but a little investigation and comparison proves there is an immeasurably vast difference. The lede of that particular story also evoked the film, The Greatest Story Ever Told. But the author did not qualify it which, to me, was an insult to all those who subscribe to Christianity. Since the author of the piece wanted to go Biblical, so to speak, to hype that particular channeler, so will I. By their fruits, it says in scripture, we shall know them. That channeling situation was proven bogus, as were many others that had their 15 minutes of fame.

When that story appeared the LePar trances had already been ongoing for more than a decade, and they continue. At first they were involuntary, creating a chaotic and frightening period in his life. Eventually, he learned to control when they would occur. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

A unicorn and a plumber walk into a bar...

You may not have expected much, if any, humor in this type of book. But you would have been wrong! Personally, I would rather make someone laugh than scare the bejabbers out of them with predictions or befuddle them with metaphysical baloney. In their conversations with the hundreds of people who have participated in the trances, The Council has also used humor. Here is their explanation about why:

At times we may, how shall we put it, joke a little with some questions but that is only to add some lightness to the situation. Spiritual growth is not meant to be sad and heavy and downtrodding. It is meant to be uplifting and full of joy, and it seems as though the material manifestation, the souls who are there, want to look upon spiritual paths and growth as something very serious, and you dare not laugh and enjoy yourself. Well, that is being a little too pious really. Spiritual growth is a joy to be a part of, and even with very serious things on occasion it does not hurt to laugh and make light… Our humor is not to poke fun at individuals but more to laugh at ourselves and the mistakes that we have made in our past and that far too often we see others making now, but in that growth we have achieved an understanding, and we can have great feeling for those of you who are in the same situation that we were once in...

That quote actually defines the purpose of this book. The purpose is not to make you laugh. The laughter (should my writing be good enough to garner a laugh) is a potential, a possible side-effect. The purpose is to present an accurate account of what the LePar/Council experience is – the who, what, when, where, why and how of the situation. In meeting that goal, the situation itself offers more, which is the other side of the coin, the other half of the purpose of this book.

I frequently suggest in the upcoming chapters that a quote be read again, read and contemplated, and that quote is certainly no exception. Aside from endorsing the benefits of joy and laughter, it tells us something about The Council. These are people. These are unique individuals with emotions and personalities and experiences often common to all but distinct to each one of them, because they are individuals. In other words, they are no different than us except for this: They have returned to what they tell us IS reality, to the non-physical, non-temporal realm of life. And, most importantly, because they maintained the necessary focus through the fog of our shared physical illusion, they now and forever will journey along the most satisfying path in reality.

So, this is serious business with an occasional dash of levity. Funny I should say that, because I just happen to have another quote from The Council, given on a night in September, 2000, to conclude a trance that was, at times, very serious:

What can we say in closing? We have attempted to add a little humor to tonight’s event. Sometimes some of us have a better sense of humor than some of the others that have come and gone this way and quite possibly some of those that will be in the future...

Notice that they say some of the others that have come and gone... I mentioned earlier that The Council is a union of 12 souls, speaking to our existence through the trance state achieved by Mr. LePar. The 12 individuals have not been the same at each trance and, according to the records, the composition of The Council has often changed during a trance. But their level of spiritual achievement is the same. The degree of awareness, of understanding, is the crucial factor; not the particular souls involved in sharing the awareness.

There is one more chapter of an introductory nature. That may seem excessive but, like any complex story in the news, it is vital that a good foundation be laid. In the next chapter you will experience a trance session, and learn more about The Council, Mr. LePar, and the beacon of light that can help us through the fog of our illusion – IF you decide that, in fact, this is the mother of all stories.

As we continue, I will endeavor to walk the line between respect for this material and lightheartedness. While humor is important (you might call it the dessert of life,) The Council once reminded us that seriousness is the meat and potatoes. I will make a few wisecracks, and include some true-life adventures that I relate to the surrounding material, such as the story of Mark, my friend and former colleague at the newspaper. The purpose of this strategy is two-fold: 1) To provide some breathing space and, hopefully, some laughter between these revelations; and 2) To possibly ignite some thought that will help us better utilize what’s being given to humanity.

The only changes I have made to the official transcripts are cosmetic. Some longer passages have been put into paragraph form for easier reading. I’ve also eliminated the line numbers which SOL uses in its archiving process. A few words have been edited out to conserve space and enhance the flow of passages used. These are mostly from the questioners, saying such things as The first question on the list that we have is… and so forth. Also snipped, on occasion, are transitional bits such as The Council asking, Do you understand? and the questioner’s response. These have been replaced with an ellipse (…).

In the official transcripts, The Council is identified by a simple C and the individuals who question and talk with The Council are identified by three asterisks (***) to maintain confidentiality. I have expanded these to The Council and Questioner. There may be occasions when you, the reader, will be temporarily confused in reading a section of dialogue when more than one person is involved in an exchange with The Council. That is unavoidable but these instances are relatively easy to recognize and they do not impact adversely on understanding what The Council has to offer.

Chapter Two

And so, as this age comes to an end…

You have come to partake of this strange event, this link between humanity and a realm beyond your earthbound life.

You’ve become acquainted with the central figures of this phenomenon, for no one’s request to participate is approved until they have gained some familiarity with William Allen LePar and members of the SOL Association for Research. Still, you are anxious.

The casual conversation around you suddenly stops. Nancy LePar, William’s wife, has entered the room. She sits in a chair near the open area at the front of the room, the area her husband will soon occupy. Usually a smiling and outgoing person, she is silent; her face is void of expression.

A few moments later, LePar walks into the room. A short man of Italian heritage with thick, still dark hair despite his years, he moves almost unconsciously toward the pillows on the floor. He seems dazed and distant. The clothes he wears for these events, known as deep trances or catatonic-state trances, include loose fitting jeans, a baggy flannel shirt, and slippers.

You, like every one else in attendance, are silent. Those are part of the pre-trance instructions. Everyone is requested to at least remain quiet during this time; but silent prayer and meditation are preferred.

Mr. LePar has nudged off his slippers and stretched out on the floor. His feet and head are elevated on pillows, and for a few moments he adjusts his clothes, his body, and the pillow under his head. His eyes are closed, his hands slowly run from his chest to his trousers several times, smoothing out the shirt. Then, his hands gently folded just below the sternum, he is still.

Your attention has been so focused on LePar’s movements, you hardly noticed the SOL Associate move into a chair a few feet from LePar’s head. This is the trance moderator, and he will also record the event. There are two tape recorders to ensure nothing is missed. Later tonight or tomorrow, when LePar has recovered, he will listen to a tape to learn what was said.

Five minutes of silence pass. Then 10 minutes, 12, and LePar’s breathing becomes deep, deep and fast. He begins to cough as he sucks in air faster and deeper, as though his body is screaming for oxygen... over and over, chest heaving, coughing and gasping...

Then silence explodes. His body jolts into a rigidity that is almost frightening, and his left foot points sharply towards the wall. He is not breathing. Seconds pass, seeming like an eternity. His stiffened form quivers a bit, and he is still not breathing. You can’t help but think, somewhat frantically, Good lord, man, BREATHE!

Just as suddenly as all the noise from his wild breathing and coughing stopped, his body falls limp. Slowly, he begins to breathe again, but it is steady, relaxed. Through all this, his wife and the moderator have remained silent but alert. More minutes pass. Then, ever so faintly at first, a voice can be heard.

You look at your watch. It’s been more than half an hour since LePar first positioned himself on the floor. And no one has said a thing. The moderator can now hear his name clearly, over and over, coming from LePar. The latest deep trance begins. The voice is LePar’s but somehow different, deeper and deliberate and more authoritative. It is The Council:

We would like you all to know that you are most welcome. As most of you are aware of, nothing in life happens by accident. The purpose for you being here this evening will be known to you in time. One thing that we would like to advise is that although this may appear to fall in the realm of a psychic experience, this is not just a psychic manifestation. As all of you know, all things have its time and its purpose. As the time for each occurrence, each happening, comes to its end, new avenues must be opened up so that the new may gradually come in to replace the old. In all of man’s history, what he can recall and what he cannot recall, much has been gained and lost. Much of the old has lingered on and to a great degree has become useless. Much has been added that is not necessary. Man has a way of adding to the simplicity of the Divine, so that it becomes a complicated thing; so that he loses sight of His God in all things; and so as this age comes to an end, so must the old ideas, the old concepts. As each new cycle comes in according to the Divine, it should become simpler and easier for man to see the way, but because man for his own edification has chosen to build citadels through his intellectual faculties, these citadels cloud many of the insights that are needed for growth.

What is our purpose? To begin to show the simplicity of God’s way, of the Divine’s way, and to show that there are many things that you need not concern yourself with; to show you that this Divine Source that man calls God is truly the purest manifestation of love that is possible; that in essence this Divine Source, that many view as an old man, is something far greater. It is an energy; it is a vibration; it is a force; but it is not one without a conscious factor or without a consciousness. It is a living being, far greater than your mortal minds can conceive, and in some respects it is wise to consider this Infinite Creator as an old man, loving and kind. But for those who need something more, more will be made available.

I was one who needed something more. For me, there have always been too many holes in too many assembly-line answers, and too much rationalization for too much of the idiocy in the world. I began getting something more the very first time I met with LePar. It was on a cold autumn night at his farmhouse on Aurora Road, a two-lane asphalt trail that winds through the hills east of Minerva, Ohio. Some folks will practically wet themselves in excitement about seemingly mystic links between words and people; links that, if they did occur to me, were dismissed as irrelevant coincidences. Yet it seems worth pointing out here that The Council says there is no such thing as a coincidence. Minerva was the Roman goddess of wisdom; Aurora was the Roman goddess of the dawn.

Though we had never met, and I was interested in discovering what HE was really about, much of the conversation somehow zeroed in on things that were privately significant to me. It occurred not in a manner meant to stun, or to sell me on any mysterious powers of perception he may have had. It came in pragmatic, common sense discussion while I was expecting something else, like getting caught off guard by a left upper-cut when you’re defending against a right cross. I drove home from the two-hour session intrigued by this man and determined to do more research, confident my curiosity would be satisfied if I pursued the truth. But I also left with answers to questions I never asked.

I accepted an invitation to attend a Bible class LePar instructed, focusing only on the Gospel of John, and to attend the next trance, the third in a series focusing on life after death. The Council’s opening statement used in this chapter to illustrate the trance procedure is actually the opening statement for the first trance on life after death. (My first trance experience came at the third communication on life after death.)

Later, there was another trance, similar but very different. The SOL Association for Research conducts trances for its research groups on specific topics -- life after death, social morality, government morality, human sexuality and so on. This later trance was not part of any topic being researched, and no one in the audience had to be accepted. They merely set about satisfying their curiosity by paying to attend the first public trance. A hotel ballroom in Canton, Ohio, was filled. Some were veterans of the LePar trance communications, but most were new. I was a member of the security team for that first public trance, which afforded me access to all the behind-the-scenes preparations and activities. As a journalist that was a chance I couldn’t pass up, and as an ex-Marine I was confident I would be an asset to security. Why does a psychic need security? If you noted LePar’s vulnerable state at the beginning of a trance session, as I just described above, you’ll understand why.

The preparations were extensive, and everything went according to plan until near the end of the trance. Then, the lights went out. They remained out during The Council’s closing blessing, until the instant they broke contact with LePar. The odd thing was that when another member of the security team scrambled to have hotel maintenance correct the problem, they found that no circuit breakers had been tripped. There was no explanation for the lights going