Parting the Fog

a witness of Mark Prophet and the ascended masters by William Lynn

    When I first came in contact with Mark I was a hippy. Mark told me that before I could come on staff, I would need to get a job and get a haircut. I followed his instructions, and one day after a Sunday service, he took me for a ride in his Cadillac and asked me if I wanted to work at the Four Winds restaurant and be on staff. Form that point on, I saw him also every day, and I stayed in the attic at La Tourelle.Mark was very personable and had a great sense of humor.
    Mark took me to Hawaii with his family in 1972 because I knew the islands well. One day we drove to the top of the Haleakala volcano on Maui which is over 10,000 feet. As we came down, we were engulfed in a big cloud and couldn’t see road at all. Mark was driving the RV pick up we had rented. He put his hand out and started to chant. The fog started to part right in front of us so we could see the road. It was like an invisible snowplow going in front of us. All around us was dense fog except straight ahead. It reminded me of parting the Red Sea.