Something woke me. I looked at the clock: 3:00 A.M. I lay down and tried to go back to sleep. However, a strange feeling filled the room as if an intruder lurked at the foot of my bed. In the wispy nighttime darkness, I sat up and looked beyond my feet to the end of the bed. There was no one there.
 
I fell back on the pillow and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep. But there it was again. My eyes popped open, I sat up, and I looked hard all around the room. Nothing. I let out the breath I’d been holding and lay back down again.
 
I wondered if the visitor was my ex-husband whose spirit had come to me just before he died of cancer. Whatever it was, this presence felt much more powerful.
 
John, sleeping peacefully beside me, gave me the strength to deal with my mounting fear. I snuggled up close to him. But I couldn’t sleep.
 
I had the strange impression that the visitor wore what appeared to be a deer mask and antlers. It looked like a disguise. I lay in the dark and tried to figure out what was going on. It felt like something or someone was trying to communicate with me.
 
My fear was becoming difficult to manage. It was only with restraint that I did not wake John. I forced myself to take a slow, deep breath and realized that although I felt power and, in reaction, fear, I did not feel evil.
 
I knew what the dark force felt like, from my encounter with Satan in the first life regression. This was different. I took another deep breath and felt myself relax somewhat. Whatever it was, the being was not fighting me or dragging me down as Satan had. In addition, despite its vibration of power, the visitor’s attitude was also tinged with something that almost felt like sorrow.
 
My inner eye saw, at the foot of the bed, a being standing upright like a man, wearing a mask like a buck or stag. Why the disguise? Perhaps so I wouldn’t be afraid. That was the clue that solved the mystery. I realized that my visitor was Pan, lord of the woodlands, wild animals, fields, and shepherds. No wonder he had to be in disguise. Pan is often depicted as having the furry legs, horns and ears of a goat. This image has also been used to portray the Devil.
 
Evidently the early Christian church wanted to frighten people away from the nature religions by making Satan in the image of Pan. However, I knew that Satan was a dark force, not a being with cloven hooves, horns, and a tail.
 
Moreover, according to mythological legend, it is Pan who plays his pipes so that nature works in harmony. For sure, if I had awakened to the church image of Satan standing at the foot of my bed, I would have screamed in terror. No wonder he was in disguise.
 
I had first heard of Pan from the Findhorn community in Scotland where humans work in cooperation with the elemental forces of nature to produce fantastic gardens. They had discovered that the natural world operated entirely under God’s will, unlike humanity which has free will. One of their group, Ogilvie Crombie, called Roc, was communicating with and seeing nature spirits.
 
In The Findhorn Garden by the Findhorn Community, Roc says that Pan declares himself to be the servant of God. Pan also vows that he and his subjects, the nature kingdom, would willingly come to the aid of humanity, even though mankind continually abuses nature, if humanity would only believe in the power of the nature kingdom and ask the natural world to help mankind.
 
When I first read this I was filled with hope. We had but to ask Pan for help, and nature would clean the Earth for us.
 
As I lay in bed remembering what I knew of Pan, I was gratified to realize that the figure was no longer frightening to me. What would Pan want with me? I had no idea. But, like it or not, I would not get any more sleep until I found out.
 
And so, not wishing to disturb my husband’s sleep, I grabbed my robe and sat in our bathroom writing what I was hearing from Pan.
 
This writing was so much easier than my own. It turned out that Pan was responding to a subconscious concern of mine. The previous night, before going to bed, John and I had watched one segment of a television series on ancient prophecies.
 
This program had deeply affected me because it addressed the upheavals alluded to in my hypnosis sessions. However, most of the predictions described on the program, whether they were given by psychics such as Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, and Gordon-Michael Scallion, or the apparition of the Virgin Mary who spoke to the children of Fatima, or the Hopi Indian Nation, or even scientists predicting global warming, all painted a future that was very grim which included earthquakes, hurricanes, the end of the world as we know it, famines, people crying for water, New York and Los Angeles submerged under water, etc.
 
But I had just seen a future that looked golden. Although there would be difficulties, represented by the swirling morass of evil, it would just fall away, and the Golden Ones would survive to bring in a New Age. It was as if the earth changes were meant as an opportunity for cleansing and for bringing in a new life. Therefore, as I’d fallen asleep that night, I had wondered if I might actually have something to tell the world.
 
And so, when I finally got my pen and pad and took the time to listen to the thoughts coming from the antlered being, the first thing I heard was that just as we humans are feeling despondent as we come into these times of change, Pan, too, is in despair.
 
He is so discouraged because those who in their fear and greed may cause nuclear holocaust will also destroy the natural world, which is under Pan’s dominion. The deer in the forest, the mouse in the field, the butterfly, the hummingbird, the flowers, the plants that create our food, the leaves that produce the oxygen we breathe, the rocks that purify our water, will also be destroyed. These are all of Pan’s charges.
 
Furthermore, he did not like the wimpy, wishy-washy, namby-pamby way I had started the book. I should be more forceful.
 
The following is information as I heard it from Pan. This is how he felt I should start the book. (The “I” refers to me, Carole.):
 
“This book is written for the sincere ones. It is time for them to awaken.  These are the people who, in Atlantis, were given or took upon themselves the task of preparing the Earth for a new Golden Age—the thousand years of peace on Earth. These, the Golden Ones, are here now, through reincarnation, ready and waiting to be awakened.
 
 
“This is that time for which we prepared in Atlantis—again a time of heightened frequency of earth energy. The monument known today as the Great Pyramid was positioned so that it would be in exactly the correct alignment with the stars to be activated in the New Age.
 
“It is that time again to prepare a new race, this time the Fifth Root Race, for the new Earth is about to be born. We are in the throes of her labor.
 
“There are those among us who have the memory, since Atlantean times, of what to do. There are many people throughout the world who have the knowledge. It is my place to awaken them. I was given the task to know when the time had come.
 
“I am only the bell, the alarm clock, the reveille horn that says:
 
 
“This is what the earth cleansing is about. When it’s all over, only the Golden Ones will remain.
 
“These predictions you hear of terrible apocalypses, Armageddon, the end of time, appear so terrifying. My message is of hope, but it is of a different type of hope. It is about the birth of a new world on the Earth.
 
“The hope is in the vision of the sincere people I saw—hundreds and thousands of them. They don’t know what to do yet, but they will when the time is right.