In July of ‘68 Mark wanted to go to the
Tetons for a short vacation and take a dictation from one of the
Masters at the Royal Teton Retreat near Jackson, Wyoming. So he
told Ruth Jones (now ascended)and me to get ourselves ready.
Bright and early we were rolling out the back gate at La Tourelle
in the Travco with enough provisions for a week. Mother was there
to say goodbye with the staff including Beulah Heaney (now Ascended
Lady Master Beatitude) and Phoebe Hammond who prepared food for
Mark was in high spirits -- jovial, singing
and cracking jokes. And “Ruthie,” as Mark called her,
and I were enjoying it and having a good time. He was beginning
to feel relaxed and relieved to get out from under the scope of
the dark forces.
How well I remember him behind the wheel singing
“How Great Thou Art.” It was so moving and I felt
he was singing directly to God. I could see it in his eyes as
he poured his heart out with each word. He also loved singing
Mother’s keynote “Beautiful Dreamer” and his
own, “Greensleeves”. He loved Mother very deeply with
the special love of twin flames and singing her keynote brought
them closer together on his trips away from home.
Later that day we crossed into Wyoming
and began climbing into the “high country” sprinkled
with log cabins, quivering aspens and jackleg fences. Every once
in a while we would see a stray cow crossing the road. The weather
was perfect with azure blue skies and wisps of white clouds in
ever-changing patterns. Up ahead were the majestic purple Tetons
marking our destination.
Mark had quite a sense of humor and loved playing
jokes. And he got his opportunity as we turned the bend. He spied
a cowpoke herding his cows along the road. He grabbed his microphone
and shouted through the rooftop speaker, Howdy partner!
The man jumped, looked around, scratched his
head and couldn’t figure out where that sound came from.
Ruth slapped her knee and exclaimed Oh, Mark! laughing heartily.
We continued on up to the Tetons and found a
place to park for the night in the shadow of Lord Lanto’s
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