by Dr. Lauch Henry
In 1990 I took the Avatar Course and learned how to create reality. Soon afterwards I had a flashback to an afternoon when I had heard my inner voice; I had created reality effortlessly, without conflict. I did it without knowing what I was doing. I never realized that I could call on this ability to do anything, anywhere, and under any circumstances. I’m sure I had done it many times. But, unconsciously. Now, I know how to do it consciously and deliberately. Here is my story of that inner voice.
It was a Korean summer afternoon that felt like sitting in a steam bath wearing a tuxedo and an overcoat. Keyes, my partner, and I were cleaning our rifles. Until a few months before, I had never even touched a real weapon. But there we were, up against professional soldiers, less than a year away from walking the city sidewalks and country roads of the U.S.
Our company’s assignment was to hold on to the territory in our possession. No forward pushes. No giving ground either. We lived, two each, in bunkers, rectangular holes in the ground connected by a trench about four and a half feet deep. The trench meandered along the ridges and around the tops of the hills. The bunker roofs were camouflaged layers of crisscrossed sandbags, level with the surrounding ground and supported by beams. They leaked in the summer and were drafty in the winter. Ours was at the point where the trench connecting two hills reached the top of our hill.
Suddenly we heard the whooshing sound of a mortar shell descending quickly, followed by the blast as it exploded in the valley below. Local lore was that if you heard the sound you were safe. You would never hear the one that took you out. On the other hand, I often wondered who had ever spoken to someone who had been blown away to find out whether he had heard the sound or not.
We continued to clean our rifles. About a minute later, there was another whooshing sound and another explosion. This one was higher up the ridge and closer to where we were. Another thirty seconds or so and there was a third one. But this time we heard the shrapnel, jagged pieces of metal from the exploded shell, whistling over our bunker. Keyes looked at me and I looked at him. This one had been real close. “Do you think we ought to move?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “Let’s go.” I don’t know why I said it.
We put down the rifles and left the bunker. Hunched over, we moved along the trench away from where the shell had landed. We had barely gone fifteen feet when there was another whooshing sound and an explosion. My eardrums felt like they would explode. The concussion bounced us around in the trench while the shrapnel whistled by, inches above our heads, and dirt fell all over us. The shell had hit our bunker. We had escaped by a second, or two and if we had not been hunched over in the trench we might still have been decapitated.
We sat in the trench staring at each other, trembling with fear and disbelief, and wondering whether there would be another shell. We remained frozen in place, waiting. But no more came.
Eventually we made our way around the crest of the hill to the next bunker. The two guys in it were shocked to see us. They had heard the explosion and seen the cloud of dust and smoke over the spot where our bunker had been. They were sure we were dead and had decided to wait until the shelling stopped before coming to check on us.
After the incident, I was a nervous wreck, wound up so tight I would jump at the slightest sound. A shell exploding would flip me into total panic. Each day it got worse. I knew I couldn’t continue like that, and there was no one to go to. Besides, I was ashamed of myself. I had to figure out what to do.
One afternoon I found a secluded spot away from the rest of the guys and just sat quietly wondering what I could do. For a long time nothing came to me. Then a voice inside me seemed to start talking.
“I will stop going around like a scared animal, jumping at every sound. I will complete my tour of duty without being killed, maimed or wounded. I will be protected and return to the U.S. in one piece, regardless of what takes place.”
I returned to my bunker feeling totally assured that this was the way things would be. Did I ever get frightened again? Yes. But when I did, I was able to quickly restore my personal calm and reassure myself. The controlling terror was gone.
Can you recall personal situations when you felt totally sure about something but didn’t know how you came to be so sure? The Avatar Course provides techniques for doing so consciously; it’s is a superb array of tools that you can use to live an aware and deliberate life.
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