Wayne S. Peterson - Extraordinary Times, Extraordinary Beings: Experiences of an American Diplomat with Maitreya and the Masters of Wisdom

Copyright 2003

by Wayne S. Peterson

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Peterson, Wayne S., 1941

Extraordinary times, extraordinary beings: experiences of an American diplomat with Maitreya and the masters of wisdom / Wayne S. Peterson.

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Includes bibliographical references.

ISBN 1-57174-376-6 (alk. paper)

1. Peterson, Wayne S., 1941- 2. Spiritual biography-United States. I. Title.

BL73.P48 A3 2003

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2002154302

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Wayne Peterson taking the oath of the U.S. Information Agency's Foreign Service

Brazilian newspaper article about S.O.S. project

Maitreya, the World Teacher, with Mary Akatsa in Nairobi

Sathya Sai Baba

Crosses of light

Image of the Madonna on a Clearwater, Florida office building

Adelaide, Australia Madonna weeps tears of blood

Madonna image appears on photo of a bush

Virgin Mary appears in a photo from Medjugorje

Christ in the clouds

Ganesha statue drinks milk offering

White buffalo calf fulfills Native American prophecies

From the ending of the cold war to negotiations for a Palestinian homeland, dramatic and unexpected changes have characterized the last decade of this century. For more than thirty-two years, first as a member of the Peace Corps and the U.S. Diplomatic Service, and later as a director of the Fulbright Scholarship Program, I have had a special vantage point and perspective on this tide of changes that has swept over the world. I have seen first-hand some of the most devastating problems and been a party to a few relatively simple solutions that ended up improving the lives of millions of people. Experience has taught me what remains to be done to create a world that works for everyone.

During these extraordinary times, while engaged in government service, I was drawn into a personal journey from what one might call the worldly halls of power to a realm of infinitely greater power and splendor, esoterically known as the Hall of Wisdom. In this latter supra-world one is concerned with the inner side of life, the indwelling spiritual essence which, through continuous expansion of consciousness, can intuitively distinguish between the true and the false, the real and the unreal, and give one a quality of life undreamed of by most people today.

What I did not initially know was that many of my colleagues in government and diplomatic circles had had similar experiences and had also been contacted by members of a group of extraordinary beings, who might be called the elder brothers of humanity, custodians of the Divine Plan for our evolution. World leaders who are household names have privately confirmed their knowledge of and cooperation with this unfolding plan. And many thousands of ordinary people from all walks of life have seen, experienced, or spoken directly with one or more of these Perfected Men.

It is my intention not only to share with you my personal experiences with these beneficent Teachers, but also to provide you with a glimpse into their vast mission and the opportunities we have for collaboration.

The Path upon which I have trodden, at first unknowingly and later with serious intent, is open to all seekers after Truth and has nothing to do with one's religious affiliation or life circumstances. It is a journey of self-discovery that never ends.

Combining my experience in both the outer and inner worlds, and in spite of what the evening news might suggest, I have come to a place of deep conviction that the future is bright indeed. As my story unfolds in the following pages you will discover the basis for my optimism and may, perhaps, be inspired to look more deeply into the considerable body of knowledge about this Ageless Wisdom which is as near as your local bookstore, your computeror your true Self.

I wish to express special thanks to Mr. Benjamin Creme of London for introducing me to the Ageless Wisdom Teachings and providing me, and countless others around the world, with ongoing details about the emergence of these great Teachers. I am also grateful for the valuable assistance and encouragement I received from the many people who believe my experiences are meaningful and uplifting to both those who wonder and those who worry what the future holds in store.

Wonder is the feeling of a philosopher, and philosophy begins in wonder.

Socrates

It all began at Christmas when I had not yet reached my fourth birthday. As a child of three, the preparations for Christmas all appeared so extravagant but very welcome in an otherwise bleak, cold Wisconsin winter.

On Christmas Eve I remember asking my mother what purpose this all served. I recall not understanding why so much effort was being made to celebrate the birthday of someone called Jesus, the Christ child. However, while my mother arranged the small plaster statues of the holy family and accompanying figures of shepherds, animals, and three wise men under the Christmas tree, she explained as best she could to a three-year-old that celebrating the Christ child's birth was a reminder of how God came to earth as a human.

When I asked if Christ would come and visit our home to see our tree before Christmas day, my mother must have realized that I had not understood her. It seemed natural to me at the time that this major effort to celebrate a birthday should not be missed by the person having the birthday. I liked the idea of having a birthday tree but was further confused when my mother told me that the Christmas tree would not be put up for my birthday in March.

She led me to the living room window and pointed to the stars and explained that Christ had died and gone to his father in the sky. This explanation made me curious as to the nature of God and I pondered the theme, as best a child could, while playing with the little statues, occasionally biting off the head of a lamb or shepherd when my mother wasn't watching.

Little did I know then that the lovely statue of Mary in the blue and white dress, mother of Jesus, would soon come to life for me on the Easter weekend that followed.

I remember being taken to the doctor various times that winter of 1945, because I had not been well. But on each trip the family doctor found nothing unusual.

It was not until Good Friday, a week after my fourth birthday, that I began to have severe pains in my stomach and complained to my mother. She tucked me under a blanket on the large living room sofa and went into our big country kitchen to serve dinner to my father and older sister.

I could hear them talking as I lay looking at the ceiling, but soon I heard a unique sound coming from the second floor. It was not footsteps but rather the swishing sound of silk or satin fabric rubbing against itself. I thought there must be a person upstairs who was about to come down the stairs.