QUESTION:

A question from H.H. in Hawaii: "Will the native Hawaiians seeking to reestablish the sovereignty of the Hawaiian kingdom that was overthrown illegally, succeed?"

COSMIC AWARENESS:

This Awareness indicates that there is a good chance of this happening. This Awareness indicates that there are ten states in the continental U.S. that have declared sovereignty. There are likely to be quite a number of the states in the continental U.S. and by springtime it is expected to be close to 40 such states claiming sovereignty. Whether this occurs is not certain, but there is a movement occurring rapidly in this direction.

It therefore is seen as a time when Hawaii could also make a move in that direction. Whether or not it will be the Hawaiian people or some other influences in government in Hawaii will depend on how quickly and how strongly the native Hawaiians move.

This Awareness indicates that there has been some discussion among certain entities in Hawaii about seceding from the United States and becoming a sovereign state or nation due to health concerns, where certain forces in Hawaii want the freedom to be in charge of their own health matters without FDA infringement, or other government infringement in their lives.

This may be influential or may lead to a joining of forces with those natives who seek the independent sovereignty of Hawaii so that they regain their total independence from the United States, or so that they declare themselves state sovereign in their own right, remaining part of the states without being aligned to the Federal government.

This Awareness indicates that originally, the 48 states were independent states, but they individually grew to embrace or accept the domination and control of the District of Columbia as a Federal Government, where the states had originally had their own sovereignty and gave away their sovereignty when they accepted the District of Columbia as a Federal leadership over them.

This is now apparently in a reverse mode where more and more states are separating from government controls and becoming independently sovereign. Of course, they lose Federal grants and Federal assistance, but they gain their own individual sovereignty. This Awareness indicates that this may have some bearing on the entity’s question.

After the reading, I asked the Interpreter what he saw in the trance state and how the healing would work. He said he saw images of the CAC staff preparing the mailings and the various stages where the paper is physically touched and handled.

For example, each printed page is handled by the editor,  who prints all the newsletters. Each ream of paper is handled several times, printed on two sides, joggled to square, the stacks then hauled by hand to a long table where Vikki fans each stack several times, places the sheets into her collator, collates and staples the newsletter. She then handles them again when they are folded, again when stuffed into envelopes. They are handled again by the editor, who runs each envelope through an automatic sealer, which seals each individual envelope the newsletter is mailed in. Each envelope is handled several more times by Vikki, who secures each mailing label to an envelope, stacks the piles of labeled envelopes in zip coded stacks. The editor handles them several more times as it is his job to secure each bundle with rubber bands or strings, place them into large post office mailing sacks, haul these to his car, and deliver them on the dock at the local post office. (This particular mailing was also handled by the Interpreter between sessions as he helped Vikki in her folding machine operation, where he scooped the folded newsletters from the folder to keep them from piling up after leaving the folder. All in all, the newsletter is handled many times and, as Awareness indicated, all those present during the healing also helped to transfer the healing energies to the newsletters, which will help keep all of you from contacting the flu this year.

SAM MILLAR — IN MEMORIUM

(A Personal Note From the Editor)

Sam Millar passed over February 2nd, 1995. He was 64. Sam was a loyal and trusted friend and associate of the CAC staff. It was Sam, in fact, who told us we were supposed to start a non-profit philosophical organization back in 1972, information he channeled in a Tarot reading. At the time there was no Cosmic Awareness channel. I remember reading off a list of names Vikki and I dreamed up to name the organization, such as "Friends of the New Age," etc. As we rattled off a list of about 30 names, Sam would turn the cards, shake his head. Having been an officer in the now-defunct "Servants of Awareness" organization, I finally asked: "Should part of the name be ‘Awareness?’" Sam nodded — the cards showed an emphatic "Yes." Sam studied the cards and added: "It must also convey that you ‘communicate.’" I flashed on a name and said: "How about ‘Cosmic Awareness Communications’"? The Tarot’s response was an emphatic "Yes!"

From that simple beginning, Sam Millar (who Awareness said later "channels this Awareness through the Tarot") quietly guided CAC up to present time with his annual Tarot layouts. He watched over our every need. He was a natural born psychic. Many times he would call or walk through the door unannounced and inform us that he "felt something was up" and that we should have a Tarot reading. Always, we would drop everything and Sam would lay out the cards on the large table in the shop. It was always something important. From the statement he would make from the layout, we could ask more questions, which we inevitably would do. He let us know when alien forces were lurking or preparing for attack. He gave us advice on many things such as our health, and who we should or should not allow into our inner working space and circle. He would often warn us of potential hazards: "Take an alternate route when you go to the ocean this weekend". And twice: "Check your electric outlets. One is about to cause a fire." And we would check, and sure enough, we found a wire arcing in one of the outlets. "You are being watched!" And we would take precautions. The list of important information Sam provided us over the years is endless.

As many of you know, Sam served the membership for many years, giving Tarot readings to thousands, many free of charge. (Sam would buy any hard luck story.) During all the years we knew him, Sam tithed 20 percent of his income to CAC. When Paul Shockley entered the picture and became the Awareness channel for CAC, Sam Millar was the man that Paul always went to for answers. A woman who tested "psychics", who tracked them down all over the world, once wrote CAC that Sam Millar "was the best Tarot reader in the world." We knew that.

He was also a great inventor, with a truly original mind. He invented the famous "Polarizer" which carries his name, a magnetic device that has helped to heal hundreds of people with various problems, aches and pains. He invented authentic psychic tools that really worked at a time that charlatans were flooding the market with phony New Age stuff that didn’t work. Some of these authentic tools developed by Sam were the "Wheel of Destiny" — a psychic reading board that prevented low spirits from communicating, unlike the Ouija Board, which is often deadly in that area. He invented "The Mystic Pentagram" fortune-telling system that really worked. He invented the "Wizard Wand" pendulum. At the time of his death, Sam had two books he was writing on quantum physics in his computer. He was also developing a new Polarizer that was half the size and half the price of his larger one. But Sam was sick, he was in constant pain, and all these many projects could not stop the hurt.

He had been sick for the past five years when he almost died of congestive heart failure. He had high blood pressure and his doctor gave him pills to stabilize it. He was careless about pills. When he felt dizzy from high blood pressure, he would double the amount of pills. The dizziness would go away but the pills were killing him. Sam mistakenly and foolishly believed that more pills would correct the problem. They didn’t. They destroyed his kidneys and for the next five years, Sam would get up at 4 a.m. every other day and drive to the hospital where they hooked him up to a fiendish device called a dialysis machine which removed his blood, rinsed it, and ran it back into his body. It was a painful and debilitating process, but it kept Sam alive for five more years, when in fact, he should have been dead a long time ago.

But even during those last five years, as Sam slowly wasted away, he never lost his ability to read the Tarot. Dutifully, he would continue to guide CAC, and up to the end he was still doing readings for the membership.

But most of all, Sam Miller was our friend. He was always there when we called. We miss him terribly already. and as I write this, his thin body is frozen, awaiting word from relatives before cremation. But Sam has no relatives that anyone knows of. He only has thousands of friends. So far there is no published obituary. I wrote one for the local paper but it is being held up by some of Sam’s friends, pending any word from relatives, if any. Sam was so thin at the end that I could easily pick him up and carry him around, a feat he detested. He had lost over 100 pounds in the past five years and weighed a scant 87 pounds at his demise.

Sam had a dark sense of humor. He would often mention in a reading to members that the entity "was lucky to be getting any response at all. I am scheduled to die next week." The trouble was, Sam really did believe he was going to die next week. He has believed that every week for the past five years. The week before he died, he told us and several friends that "I am ready to go. I know that this time my time is up." Every time he had made that statement over the years, I had commanded him quite firmly: "Sam, you will stay alive! There are too many people who depend on you. I will tell you when it is time for you to depart!" I said it jokingly, but he knew I was serious. Last week Vikki and I had to leave town for three days and when Sam called to see if there were any readings he should pick up, I told him there weren’t and that we would be gone for three days and that we would see him in three days. He muttered, "Don’t count on it." Then he asked me if I needed anything, and I said, "Just one thing, Sam. Please try to stay alive." We found out later that he died the next night. He was delirious, a friend told us Later. He got up at midnight, thinking he had to go to dialysis. It was neither the  right day nor the right time. At the hospital, they realized something was haywire and put him to bed. He died an hour later.

My last directive to him — "Just try to stay alive" — was the first time he ever failed to come through with a request.

Sam Millar was a true mystic. As a child, he lived with his father who ran the Furnace Creek Inn and golf course at Death Valley. Sam remembers when famous stars and other Hollywood celebrities, such as Walt Disney, would come to the inn. Sam told us the story many times that when he was about seven years old, he and an Indian boy he knew would ride horses together around that area, and one day Sam was thrown off his pony and rolled down a huge sand dune about three miles from the resort. As he tried to scamper back up the dunes, he spotted a small opening in the sand, a small cave, that was obscured by the falling sand. He scraped away for about 10 minutes until the opening was fully revealed. He walked into the cave and saw something shining in the back. It was a golden door, with ornate carvings. It was a heavy and sturdy door, very ancient. Sam had the feeling that behind that door there was a fabulous treasure. It was starting to get dark and the Indian boy was looking for Sam. When the boy eventually heard Sam calling, he too was taken to see the golden door, then they returned to the Inn. Sam did not speak of that door until he met the CAC staff years later as an adult. He said he had tried to find the place several times as a child, but the sand had again covered the entrance. However, he told us he "psychically" knew where it was, even drew a map for us one time, and promised to organize an expedition some day to explore what lies behind that golden door. He never did get the expedition going, the main excuse being that there were only about 2 weeks of the year that it was cool enough to explore that desert without dying from the heat.

We checked Sam’s story with Cosmic Awareness. The story was valid. Awareness stated that It was not a psychic experience. According to Awareness, behind that door lay a great treasure probably Montezuma’s legendary treasure placed there by the Spaniards centuries ago after plundering it. Awareness said the treasure would eventually be recovered and used to bring in a true new age of peace and plenty on this planet, but the time to do it was not now. It must wait, for if the treasure was recovered now, the Dark Force would take it from those who found it, destroy them all, and use the treasure for its evil agenda. Hence, the Secret of the golden door died with Sam Millar and CAC can now write off this long-awaited project as something that could have been if certain forces were no longer present, (The last time we asked Awareness about this can be found in "Revelations of Awareness" issue No 91-09).

When we contacted the Absent Healer and told her about Sam’s death, she sent in $10 as a donation to CAC in Sam’s memory and she suggested that others who have somehow been touched by Sam these past 20 years might do the same. Sam would have liked that idea.

She also sent in the following poem, which she felt was appropriate:

God looked around His garden and found an empty place.   He looked down upon the earth and saw Sam’s tired face.   He put His arms around him and he lifted him to rest.   God’s garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best.

Sam Millar’s real home, we are told, is in a star system near the edge of the Milky Way called Altair. He was part of a cadre of entities associated with the Awareness Movement who came to this planet to assist in its transition from a dark planet to a planet of light. I feel there are a lot of friends up there, a welcoming committee, and they are saying: "Well done, Sam. Welcome home."

Even though there has been no "memorial," no wake or that sort of thing, I told Vikki: "Hey, the first chance we get, let’s have a martini, and let’s drink to Sam." She said okay, even though Sam was a teetotaler. As a toast, I’d probably say the same thing: "Well done, ancient friend and companion. But check in once in awhile on your Wheel of Destiny to let us know what you’re up to these days." I’ll be wondering what his next assignment will be.