Extraordinary Times, Extraordinary Beings: Experiences of an American Diplomat with Maitreya and the Masters of Wisdom

by Wayne S. Peterson

Overview

All major religions of the world are expecting him. Christians know him as the Christ. Jews are still awaiting the Messiah. Hindus anticipate the coming of Krishna. Muslims are expecting the Imam Mahdi. And Buddhists call him the Fifth (Maitreya) Buddha. The names are all different, but many believe they all refer to the same person: a world Teacher who is among us now, and is called Maitreya. But he does not come as a religious leader. He is here as a guide for people of all religions, all countries, all societies. In this age of crisis, he is here to inspire all of us to put down the sword of religious, social, and economic strife, and to seek justice based on sharing and global cooperation of the human family. His message is that of all great teachers of the ageless wisdom: peace, love, the golden rule.

Some very prominent world leaders and celebrities, and many others, are aware of Maitreya's reappearance, but are not yet prepared to go public due to the possible effect on their professional reputations/ however, many believe that it's just a matter of time before everyone will recognize that the world teacher is back, living among us.

Wayne Peterson, a former American diplomat and director of the Fulbright Scholarship program, tells the story of his own extraordinary encounters with Maitreya, and why Maitreya has returned. It is a story of strange, fascinating events and penetrating wisdom and an inspirational message of hope for the future. It is a story that deals with nothing less than humanity's opportunity to redefine its institutions and beliefs based on the ancient wisdom common to all traditions. Above all, it is a story, both personal and planetary, of love, and of those extraordinary spiritual beings who embody it to the world.

 

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781612833019
Publisher:	Red Wheel/Weiser
Publication date:	03/01/2003
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	190
File size:	2 MB

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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, mother of Jesus in the blue and white dress, 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.

From my location on the sofa I watched in anticipation for someone to appear. As the measured cadence of swishing fabric became louder, I wondered who it was. My parents had said nothing of a visitor in the house. Yet, someone was about to descend the stairs.

Then at the top step I saw a white slipper, shimmering like silk. Around it came a dress of the same white silk. Step by measured step, the flowing gown descended the stairs until I could see to the waist of this mystery person. At that point, a young lady bent forward to look me in the eye. She knew exactly where I was located in the room since her gaze focused directly upon me without the least hesitation. With a warm, friendly smile she continued down the stairs. Confident of her step, she locked her gaze on me alone.

I became fascinated with the clothing she wore. My first thought was that it was so different from that of my mother or her friends. As I gazed at the blue veil draped over her head, flowing down her white dress, I realized that this lady was an exact replica of the Christmas statue of Mary, identical in every way.

As she crossed the living room toward me, I began to sense that she was not an ordinary house guest but the real Mary, mother of the Christ child, the baby Jesus of the Christmas decorations.

She knelt beside me and asked, "Why are you so sad?"

I was thinking about all the things I could say, when she replied that she understood. I realized that she could hear my thoughts, and she told me I could hear hers.

She immediately proceeded to say that I was in grave danger. I was told that I must visit the doctor before the night was over or it would be too late, and then she would have to return for me. She asked if I understood what this meant.

I understood that I would not be able to come home again. She confirmed that I was correct. She then told me that I had a choice whether to stay or to leave with her. The choice was totally mine. To me she was so beautiful, so loving and understanding that, after only a moment's thought, I declared my intention to go with her.

She laughed softly and explained that my parents and sister loved me, and they would be very sad to have me taken away Her eyes turned toward the ceiling, and she was quiet for a moment. As she looked back down toward me her expression appeared more serious.

She said, "I am going to tell you a secret that few now know. If you stay with your family, you will see the Christ because he will come to live with the people of the world." She told me that I would be older, an adult perhaps, but he would come and I would be one of the first to see him and recognize him.

Although beyond my immediate understanding, I sensed that my life ahead could be wonderfully interesting. Her more urgent task with me now began. She explained that I had to go to the hospital as soon as possible

Table of Contents

	List of Illustrations	vii
	Preface	ix
1	A Message from Mary	1
2	Coincidence and Opportunity	6
3	Entering the Halls of Power	18
4	A Promise Fulfilled	30
5	Getting My Attention	37
6	Another Meeting with Maitreya	50
7	Hawaiian Night School	59
8	Spiritual Jaywalking	64
9	Waters of Life	71
10	Sai Baba Visits Again	78
11	Clues from around the World	83
12	Private Meetings with the Masters	93
13	A New Way to House Hunt	102
14	Those Who Look for Signs	111
15	The Master at Medjugorje	123
16	Las Vegas or Bust	132
17	Promises to Keep	139
18	What Does It All Mean?	146
19	Living in Las Vegas	152
Appendix	The Ageless Wisdom Teachings	157
	Endnotes	167
	Resources and Suggested Reading	171
	About the Author	177

Editorial Reviews

Mary, the mother of Jesus, first appeared to Wayne Peterson at the age of four. She saved his live and made a promise that he had forgotten until many years later — that if he stayed with his family he would see the Christ, because Christ would come to live with the people of the world. Extraordinary Times, Extraordinary Beings: Experiences Of An American Diplomat With Maitreya And The Masters Of Wisdom is the incredible, fascinating story of how Peterson first met Maitreya, the Christ, and the group of highly evolved spiritual beings who surround Him and oversee the evolution of our planet. This blend of memoir and metaphysics follows his career in the political halls of power (where he met many other highly-placed people who have had similar experiences of Maitreya); the fulfillment of that long ago promise made to him as a child, and a message of hope for the future. Extraordinary Times, Extraordinary Beings is highly recommended reading for students of spirituality, metaphysics, religion, and the future.