What an absolutely amazing journey this RV Tour has been. About 74 days in total. So I just wanted to give you all a brief update, before I add the rest of the entries.

We arrived home safely late on Sunday night after a long 7 hour drive up from the San Francisco area. Originally Eric planned on splitting up the last trek, to stop by Redwood Forest State Park. But we decided instead to drive the whole distance to Portland up interstate 5. Eric traveled ahead of us this time, and called us once he got through the Mount Shasta pass to explain what we could expect weather wise. Thank god for that bit of clarity on what to expect. He said to just put it in 4 wheel drive mode and don’t drive faster than 35 miles per hour and not to follow any other people too closely.

When we got up there it was intense with winds and snow coming down, making me nervous while towing the rig. I had driven through a blizzard on Shasta about 4 years ago. It was the scariest experience ever. I was in a Honda Civic, sliding around all over the place. This time my vehicle weighed quite a bit more, and didn’t slide *as much*. But I was still tense as a rock!

Once the snow faded, we descended through Grants Pass and got another call from Eric. Turns out he was in the middle of an Oregon wind storm. He said the news reported 100mph hurricane force winds were blasting through the entire state and that drivers should be very cautious.

Talk about earning your way back home! What else could happen?  All in all, that last leg of the trip was one I won’t ever forget. We saw a transformer blow out just south of Eugene. It lit up the entire sky with bright greens and blues for 2 seconds. Like someone had a light switch to the entire horizon flipping it on and off 15 times in one second. I have never seen something like that. Anyway, we arrived home safe and sound, parked the rig and headed up to Eric’s house at 10:30pm. Everyone was gathered there for the homecoming.

Seeing everyone again was so nice and a bit surreal. Made me realized how much I missed home. We walked in and I noticed his home smelled and felt of Christmas and the winter season. It was just surreal, like a story. The fireplace was going, cookies and cakes were out, everyone was smiling and laughing while greeting us as we walked in the living room. Warm hugs all around. I’m sure Thomas and I looked pretty bad from driving, it was pretty funny. Ahh, so good to be home I thought looking over at Eric laying on the couch. I sat down next to him and enjoyed the memory. He asked if it felt weird to be home, I said definitely. We both agreed it was a long time coming. Everyone stayed there until about midnight before going home to bed. Then it finally set in, the trip is complete.

I’d like to also share some thoughts on the last event we had on the trip. Going back to the day before we arrived home, in Woodside, CA. The event was incredible, and was all caught on video. (which will be posted soon).

Eric started off with Q and A. Someone got him to describe some of the psychic methods he would use in his youth. This is information he has never spoken about in as much detail. This area led into him teaching the essentials about the techniques of scrying (with amazing detail; how it works will blow your mind), summoning entities, how fear fits into it, and much more.

Then he finished teaching about “the Kingdom”, a method he used in his youth to employ more of his mind’s full capability to inwardly work with situations in life. He first revealed this knowledge during the Rhode Island event, although there wasn’t enough time to lead a guided session at that time. (I will blog about that event soon) But on Dec 1st he led the group through a guided “dreamscape-ish” session on creating their own internal Kingdoms, starting from absolute black all the way through bustling communes and ecologies representing ongoing activity in outer life. And as always, in person, Eric broadcasts amazing visual detail within the dream canvas of those he takes to that ‘place’. I can’t wait until we couple the Woodside session with the Rhode Island video footage. It will be great to use it in the Star Reach Program. It’s going to generate some amazing growth and results for those that practice it consistently.

He concluded after answering an outstanding question along the lines of how the Inbetween and enlightenment relate. You could feel everyone in the room become laser focused. (For those that don’t know, “The Inbetween” is a very high state of consciousness; a place of dimensional awareness where miracles occur and realizations flourish). Many people assume the Inbetween is the state of enlightenment, and if you have been Inbetween, you would understand why.

However that Saturday, Eric revealed new insights about the Inbetween state of consciousness and how it relates to entering into enlightenment. I don’t want to give it away but I was literally vibrating in my seat, awkwardly breathing in the changing thickness of energy in the air, while absorbing the prana pouring out from his mind. He peeled back descriptive layers of what to expect while Inbetween, from the initial sensations, to explaining the deeper more abstract states and dimensions you can move into. Absolutely profound information. Everyone said after that the room became iridescently aglow with his Auric intensity. This is a very typical effect when he talks about the Inbetween.

It was a fascinating span of knowledge, and everyone shifted.

And while I’m on this note, people have asked when the rest of the trip and events will be posted on YouTube. There are a number of clips that will be added soon, from Texas and California, but the majority of the trip (over 50gb worth of audio and video footage) will be compiled into a series of modules. Named something like “The 2007 RV Tour Series”. We haven’t yet decided the final details, but this compiling and editing will be finished in the near future and will be announced on the Navigator Site. There is simply too much footage to host online. So stay tuned!

Before I conclude this update, I want to finish with a few reflections I’ve had since coming back home.

So much has happened in the last few months. From transmissions blowing out and outrunning storms, to visiting breathtaking areas in nature and massive historic cities on the east coast, to opening dimensional vortices in Eric’s home town and seeing the places of his past experiences as a child, to meeting and working with fellow white cells along the way, this trip has been absolutely incredible.

Someone once said, “We live but a fraction of our lives”. And it’s so true. But since the day I met Eric, like in the song from Heart, he has been the Magic Man and that fraction of my life has been filling exponentially ever since. Through knowing him, throughout this tour, my life has gone through a “quickening”. I don’t mean that my experiences happen faster in time; instead, deepen in content and meaning in each passing moment. And what is created are lasting memories. The kind that remain true and deep over many years.

What is so special about Eric? Why have I hardly ever seen him drained after giving ? I know it’s not just a circumstantial thing, or dependant on some place or time; it’s ALL the time, anywhere. It’s a kind of quality he broadcasts. One might think it’s because he is who he is. That he must connect to unlimited prana, or some other metaphysical energy. But I don’t think energy mindfulness is enough.

Eric teaches that we come here to experience this dimension through our human vessels… for God. But I ask you to really reflect on what that means. The Force experiences this dimension THROUGH us. Which makes it up to us to live it! Most people live for themselves, without remembering the original reason they are here, and by doing burn out, limited to their body’s own inherent laziness. That laziness limits the connectivity to life, to this dimension. It doesn’t yield experience, and certainly doesn’t motivate one to live truly. I believe Eric dimensionally saw through this situation, this red-cell syndrome. And I know from observing him over the years that he never forgets that “promise” to the force through his life I’ve observed.

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” - JFK

Eric has taught me by example, not just through words. His isn’t a personal or self-centric motivation for love or power, but a service to the divine stretched through his life in all ways. He has a deep gratitude for this dimension and its lush experiences, a gratitude that life here exists in first place. And I speak for many people when I say I can physically feel this radiating when near him, even through the darker rougher times.

Eric loves and really lives life. From the surprise on people’s faces that he sets up Christmas decorations every year and loves the coziness it brings, to walking the seedy historic streets of the French Quarter in New Orleans, to UFO tracking and opening dimensional gates to interact with beings from parallel worlds.

He made a promise, a promise to someone or “something” (God) that he would rather die before letting it fade. I ask myself how rare it is, to know a being that lives by and teaches from that standard in this day and age!? I’ve never felt another with as much voracity to live and experience life, with a genuine love for others to do the same… for the Force.

Never before meeting him have I lived so fully and completely and I wouldn’t have 10% of the memories I have, had it not been for him pushing me.

Thank you from the very bottom of my heart Eric. Thank you for your friendship and undying devotion to give this gift to others, to help them find that subtle purpose to live passionately for the Force.

Thank you all for stayed tuned in. I hope you take time to remember why you are here in this life, living it, and your connection to the Force. I hope you share that reason with others, through example. If there is one thing I have learned from Eric, it is the joy of giving.

This season, pay it forward as Eric does. Create an experience for someone else. Inspire them. See their eyes light up in appreciation of life. Feel the joy of serving the Force without condition.

From all of us at Higher Balance, we wish you a very Merry Christmas!

Matt Struve

PS… And now that we are home, and the uncertainties and challenges on the road are no more, stay tuned for the rest of the blogs from the trip.

Well I’m sitting in my RV in New Orleans this morning “by the industrial section, not so pretty ha ha” But I really do love New Orleans it is very magical. I was concerned that the flooding would have destroyed much of the spirit and I’m sure it did to some extent but I am fully impressed with it still and highly recommend that anyone interested should come for a visit.

Unfortunately I cannot say that on this trip we have come across much paranormal activity. On the other hand we haven’t been looking that hard. One interesting observation that I was able to reconfirm the difference between the east coast and west coast. It was interesting to observe and experience the frequency changes on a national state by state process. As I have said in the past I find the east coast much more inclined to an energy that is psychically oriented, and the west coast to be much more spiritually inclined.

I’ll simplify. I would suggest people who want to develop their psychic abilities to move to the east coast. There are much more hauntings, psychic frequencies and paranormal happenings. On the other hand I would suggest that people who want to push the frontier of dimensional consciousness to move to the west coast. On more general terms, as a white cell “Navigator”, I find that the east coast can have a very depressive effect on the psyche. The energies are very heavy with the consciousness of the population. In general terms it is not a bad intention but it’s the weight of this consciousness that causes much of the depression. The west coast has an elevated frequency; much lighter and easier to allow the mind to flow during meditations. Thus allowing greater success.

It is also interesting to note that while in Louisiana I would say that there is a mix, kind of like fresh water rivers blending into the ocean, “Brackish waters”, causing a constant blending effect that I assume changes from one high to another “fluctuation”. This contributes to interesting energies here which are unique in their own right. Obviously it’s too much to write about. Someone should ask me about it during the road lectures. It could be very helpful information for people considering relocation and areas that would be best for their advancement.

Well, it would be fair to say that I am getting home sick now. Awwww, I know. ha ha. Now that I am getting home sick I look forward twice as much to doing the small lectures on the road because it’s like meeting friends and family. It’s very healing and comforting to the soul. I’m sure that it is very healing for others to meet one another also. To realize and be in the company of others who are so similar and gravitate to the same beliefs. It truly is like being with family I strongly recommend that everyone try to make an event at some point, small or large doesn’t matter.

Ironically many Navigators are people-shy, and rightfully so, as we don’t mix well with red cells or at least most of us — ha ha we have a few show boats ha ha. I guess what I am trying to say and who I’m reaching out to, are the white cells that are withdrawn and want to meet the rest of us. My suggestion, Get over it! I have spoken to so many navigators that say they were so nervous and intimidated. They say they almost decided to just pass it up but realized if they had, it would have been a huge mistake!

Now they say that they can’t wait for the next event! They say that everyone feels like a lost family they have been seeking their whole life and many excellent friendships have been made. Don’t think about doing it, use non-thought and just make it happen and all of a sudden you will be there, trust me you won’t regret it.

I am very much looking forward to Christmas this year. Are you? Many of you may not know this but I really enjoy Christmas. Not because of Santa Claus or the Christian religion undertones — “ok maybe a little of Santa ha ha.” I like the season because it shifts the public consciousness ever so slightly and creates an opportunity for a magical feeling. I love Christmas trees and holiday music; all of the frills and spills of the details. Christmas is a spiritual time no matter whom or what your beliefs are.

As white cells, it’s as much a holiday for us as it is for others. Meditation can be awesome during this time. I would recommend recalling your most wonderful memory of Christmas as a child or an adult for that matter. Try to recall a magical moment, everyone has one.

Mine was when I was about 12. We lived in a small apartment. My mother was a Christmas tree nut. She loved the magic of a tree in her home. We had all white lights and a real tree, “Hate the pine needles ha ha”. It had many ornaments. One was of snoopy, let me explain snoopy. When I was a little kid maybe 6 I was walking home one day and in the dirt I seen a whitish plastic piece of something. I picked it and cleaned the mud off and it was a little white snoopy kind of bending upward with a big joyous smiley face with his eyes shut. “The kind that comes from your soul!” You know what I mean. Anyway I brought it home because it “touched my soul” and showed my mother. She cleaned it off and put a little hanging hook in it and placed it on our tree. This blew me away for several reasons. One, my mother is well, err, kind of a fancy person and everything has to be ever so perfect. She is German, enough said, ha ha. Second our tree was magazine quality, we lived poorish but the tree was also much richer than us. Anyway there was snoopy which was kind of ugly and plastic cheapish and didn’t mix well with the tree. But ever so beautiful with his beaming smile from deep within. “I loved my snoopy ornament!” I have that snoopy song in my head now! ya.

Let me explain it this way. I have Hindu statues, Buddha figurines, incense and pictures beads etc. Do I believe in any of these particular faiths? No, but I do believe in being spiritual and my home is my sanctuary “my spiritual oasis from the world”, and all of these things silently remind me of who I am and what I am seeking in this life. They “represent” the spiritual in me. They are constant reminders to me when I get home that say “HEY! Remember what’s beautiful in the world, remember what’s beautiful in you and don’t fall asleep.”

Snoopy was not a beautiful Hindu statue or a meditating Buddha but already at 6 years old I knew it represented, or I should say stirred within me–within my soul, a sense of joy. And that my friend, not only can save your soul…. it can liberate it.

Back to the age of 12 and the Christmas tree magical moment. There were no lights on in the house, it was late and I was alone. Keep in mind that when I was alone often entities came to terrorize me in my youth so it wasn’t a pleasant thought to be alone. But that night was different. By the wall was our Christmas tree, glowing a soft white glow, the kind that looks like soft candles gently touching the air. Everything around it had a warm feeling that reminds me of a fire place glow. I stood steering at it and walked over to the window and looked out at the world. It was covered in white and it was beautiful.

That moment was beautiful. There was a soft humm within me. It was love or felt like being loved. I was not scared that day and whatever emanated from me kept everything that was or could be bad away from me. It was a magical place. It was invoked by a state of thought that became fueled and inspired within me and came out. That moment is recaptured each and every day I meditate. It is a place. A mental journey can bring it back to the now if I am lost in life. It is a blanket of protection and warmth… it is a kind of love.

That is he magic you should create and you can if you choose.
Last year sucked for me. There was no Christmas for me.. Sad I know… “But this year, there will be a Christmas.”

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season, make it happen and find the magic in you.

Best wishes,

Love,
Eric Pepin

PS Sorry I know I was all over the place, ha ha.

I want to give a quick update regarding the last stop on Eric’s RV Tour Route.

It was decided that we will not be passing through San Diego, CA on November 30th. Due to circumstances in Oregon, we have to shave off a few weeks of the tour and head home early. There were important reasons for this decision and my sincere apologies for anyone’s San Diego plans being changed.

On the brighter side, plans are being drawn up for other Southern California events in the near future. Stay tuned for those annoucements.

Eric’s December 1st event will be held in Woodside, CA just south of San Francisco. Nicolas Tchikovani (the facilitator) has been preparing to host this event in the northern California area for over a month now, and was simply waiting for the green light if Eric was going to lecture again after southern CA. His contact email is: tchikovani@yahoo.com.

The event location will be held at Nicolas’ beautiful estate, the same place Star Reach Instructor Matthew Robison held his event in mid-October. (which was a complete success)

“It is the perfect environment for learning. Once you step into his (Nicolas’) cabana, the outside world disappears and the warm welcoming environment instantly makes you feel at ease and invigorated, so you can really get some work done!” – Matthew Robison

Trust me, if you live near this area, or if you are driving up from So. Cal, you won’t want to miss out on this one. It will be the LAST chapter on Eric’s RV tour before we head back to Portland, OR. That’s right, its the last chance to learn from Eric Pepin in person until the Mexico 2008 retreat, Mayan Storm.

The cost will be $150 for 5 hours that will heighten your tonal and leave you spiritually empowered. So we hope to see you there! Rest assured it will be a very enjoyable and profound time.

Seating is limited to 20 for this event. So don’t delay if you are interested. Register now. Contact me by email or phone at: matt@higherbalance.com | 800-935-4007 (ext: 705) or email Nicolas at tchikovani@yahoo.com. (he will be providing directions and other logistics)

Looking forward to seeing you there!

Namaste,
Matt Struve

I hope you guys got a kick out of the latest video blogs. Disasters are always funny in hind sight right?

There we were, ready to set out for Roosevelt and Skinwalker Ranch, primed and ready to roll. Looking up, we see a cold front moving in, huge dark cloud edge, the weather is changing fast, but we’d be ahead of it if we left right then.

Well, long story short, my transmission blew. Overdrive and 3rd went bye bye.

I pulled over to gather my thoughts and called Eric who was further ahead of me. He turned around and we used his blessed satellite-internet to get some local folk to toe me back to the mechanics shop. After that we went back to the Village of Tree’s to wait it out, crossing our fingers. Anyway, short story shorter, it was going to take a week to fix it. Although I loved him staying there, and I know he did to suppoprt me, I also wanted him to go to Skinwalkers as planned. I would catch up later. After staying a few days he finally left on Wednesday to Skinwalkers so he could check it out for a night at least.

The day he left I got a message the tranny was going to be late. We had to wait for GM workers to get off strike (can you believe the timing?) in order to ship the transmission. Oh yes, the odds were against me getting to Fort Collins alright.

Thursday night, Eric calls, says he’d made friends with a few of the locals in Roosevelt, and was given the “inside scoop” to get into the Ranch. Score! He and Jamison picked up a night vision scope and we’re setting off to investigate. Turns out my phone didn’t get his call later that night, but he called me Friday morning, wicked early, for a status report, both on the ranch and the truck. (Not going to type all that out, as he spoke about it at the Fort Collin’s event. Which will be posted soon)

Luckily, GM workers came back, my transmission showed up that Friday, and we were able to get back on the road Saturday, and drive straight through to meet up with Eric north of Fort Collins.

That Saturday morning, one of the park’s employees came rolling up on his golf cart and asked, “So you fellas are finally headin out eh? Which way are ya headed?” “Ogden to the 84 I think, then to Cheyenne.” I replied. “Oh really!?” he said (I raised a mental eyebrow at this), “Well, I’d be a bit careful going through those steep passes in Rock Springs. Right about this time of year they freeze up pretty good. I got stuck out there in the freezing cold and had to run my generator all night so I wouldn’t freeze to death.”

Greeeeaat. Disaster check list #1 – “no generator”… Check. (I’m thinking, mmhmm… Eric is way ahead of us this time too)

I thanked him for the advice and looked toward the direction we were heading. Last night (Friday), it had snowed and our route was blanketed in white. Okay, had to snap out of that train of thought. Worrying about this wasn’t going to get me anywhere… fast. I opted for Direct Manifestation, begin broadcasting higher temperatures over yonder, put some ‘Momentary Lapse of Reason’ on, and just played it by ear.

Leaving Rupert, we drove into the snow, heading south east for Ogden Utah. We decided to camp out for the night, and instead of driving the passes and Great Divide at night in the cold, wake up early and make a big the long haul on Sunday. The rumor was; warmer weather and clear skies. Thank God.

Sunday morning, we woke up a bit late but hit the road after picking up additional supplies at… you guessed it, the local Walmart SUPER center. Am I beginning to like Walmart now? Hmm

The trip to Cheyenne was quite beautiful, clear skies, wide views of the land, and aside from driving into a constant headwind, I was pretty much lovin’ it. But that head wind, let me tell you, I’ve never seen a gas gauge go down so fast. But at least the beast is running strong like it should! (except at Laramie Pass. WOW! I had to drop down to 1st gear to climb that peak. Temperature hit the red line. Totally Insane. *grin*)

After 10 hours of driving, we crossed into Nebraska border (furthest east I’ve driven in my life. The only other time I’ve been to the east coast was this last spring at the 1st Rhode Island HBI event) and met up with Eric and Jamison in little Podunk place called North Platte, next to Buffalo Bill’s Trading Post. It was so good to see Eric again. As soon as we set up, he treated us all to late dinner. We came back, slept deep, woke up Monday morning and headed out to Avoca, Iowa.

Avoca (and Iowa in general) had a nice feel to it, very story book farmland, and small community mentality. But, the RV park I found for us was straight out of a horror film for people who don’t like spiders, bugs, flies, and everything else with 6 or more legs. It was classic.

It’s funny too because earlier I told Eric about a dream I had back in Ogden, UT. It’s a once-every-2-years-type reoccurring dream. In different symbolic ways, this dream has some important purpose that requires me to reach arm length, OR walk into a hole or cave usually on the side of a dirt cliff, to do something for the greater good. Okay, sounds fine right? But! The walls of the hole/cave are covered with bugs. Tons of BIG bugs. But I always force myself to do what I have to do, I have to. But it still creeps me out every single time. Cold sweat when I wake up. Oh I know, its VERY Indiana Jones – Temple of Doom’esque. Cmon, you know the scene! *smile*

Well, two days after the this dream, The RV stop in Iowa brings creepy crawlers into my waking world! We’re talkin spiders in the sinks, gnats in the air, bugs on the ground. Every time we would open the door to get out, bugs would get in! Thomas was step in, and there would be ground-crawler bugs on his shirt! I don’t even want to know how they got there! Anyway, there were no other places around, so we hunkered down for the night.

Anyway enough of that; Tuesday morning, before heading out for Illinois, we stopped for the most tasty farm fresh breakfast at a local greasy spoon I’ve had in a LONG time. There’s nothing like Farm Fresh eggs. I never knew the difference until Eric turned me onto it. While we ate, a storm rolled in. Huge lightning bolts, thunder and downpour. Was just awesome looking at Gaia’s sprinkler system. Really intense! We drove under it for a while, but I don’t think we captured any of the “close call” lightning strikes near us on film. It’s too bad too, they were close. But we did manage to outrun the storm, and as we approached the edge, got some fantastic shots of how surreal the clouds looked.

In Illinois we stayed just east of Davenport at a RV park literally nestled square in the middle of ‘big industry’ corn fields. Feed corn for animals. Although it was off the beaten path a bit more than Eric liked, it was really nice staying there for the night. Eric made a cozy candle lit dinner that night; so delicious. It didn’t even feel like we were on the road in the middle of nowhere. Staying there was nice. Beautiful clear night sky and remained that way in the morning. But I had to watch where I walked, tons of frogs on the ground everywhere. The night sky was so clear, you could seriously feel the depth of space so perfectly. The moon, super imposed over the stars behind it, and the trees in my peripheral superimposed over the moon. Very relaxing, and took my mind into reflections of the bigger picture expanding out beyond me.

Haven’y you ever done that. While looking up at the stars, reflect on the fact that you aren’t looking “up” at all. You are looking “out”. When you think about size and space, who says looking up is actually up, what if you are actually on the bottom of the planet? Or the side? See? Next time you lay down and star gaze, consider that you are actually looking “down” into space. With gravity pinning you up down on the ground. It’ll make your head spin. *wink*

Next day - more driving. Bee-line to Pennsylvania. Next stop is a Yogi Bear RV park (with near 1000 sites!) just southeast of Chicago, in Porter. This place was massive, but was the most dysfunctional park we stayed at yet. Massive pot holes in every square foot on their roads. It’s just as well, many of their customers actually lived on-site seasonally. But Eric has a good counter plan, as soon as you set up the rig, open the slide outs, shut the windows and settle in, the outside world completely disappears into your own space and energy. Thank God it’s true, and quite nice. Especially helps having a full surround sound theatre and good spiritual movies to watch.

Next day we set out for Iowa, and stayed in southern Toledo at a KOA site. Nothing really special about that night. Just set up the office, worked, ate, did laundry, etc etc. It was a peaceful night though. Woke up the next day, and set the GPS system for New Castle, PA.

Onward, further and further into the East Coast and en-route to Shelly’s event!

More about that soon,
Matt Struve

PSS.. Just to let you guys know, updates on ericpepin.com will be entered well after the fact. I will try to time it with the release of footage. And since I can’t upload it, no bandwidth on mobile internet, we are fedexing back on DVD’s from now on.

I wanted to give a quick update regarding Eric’s RV Tour Route. After the turn of events in Idaho, it was decided we will not be passing through Saint Paul, MN on October 6th. We do apologize for the week notice. Instead we will be heading for New Castle, Pennsylvania. Shelly Merk (the facilitator) was originally planning on hosting a event before our final stops were decided. But with the route through Minnesota, it couldn’t work out time-wise.

So now the tide has turned. She already had near 10 people signed up right off the bat a few weeks ago, and has room for plenty more.

Her contact email is: smerk04@aol.com

Personally, I am very excited about doing dimensional work at her house. She lives in a historic mansion (14,000 sq feet) built back in 1913. It lies on an even bigger property, perfect for meditative walks and peaceful outdoor reflection. Our conference will be held in her beautiful Spanish Marbled Library, with cathedral ceilings, and a huge fireplace. The ambience and energy of the place will definitely set the mood for a great event, and deep shifts.

Trust me, if you live near this area, you won’t want to miss out.

I have been working with Shelly in the Star Reach Academy well over two years now. During which time she has reported frequent paranormal activity in her house. (which doesn’t surprise me considering its age and location). She sees shadow beings regularly, felt various presences / psychic impressions, and has been aware of other strange energies through the long hallways in the years she has lived there.

So we hope to see you there! It will be a very special time.

Feel free to contact me at: matt@higherbalance.com if you have any specific questions.

See you soon,
Matt Struve

Luckily it was short lived. I finally got the call this morning that the mechanic recieved the transmission today, and should be done replacing it by tonight. I still have to keep my fingers crossed, he also added there’s a small chance it may take 2 days to finalize, so Saturday.

Trusting in the Force for that one.

Eric arrived in Fort Collins today (after a night near Skin Walker ranch (more on that later as soon staff receives the video / audio files by mail). Tonight, he will be meeting with a few people for One on One sessions before tomorrow’s main event.

If the truck is finished today, then I can make a 8 hour bee-line for Colorado in time for tomorrow’s activities.

Stay tuned!

Matt Struve

More updates, and video blogs coming soon!

Eric called and invited us over for coffee. This time we brought the camera, hoping that we would get some good blog footage. Turns out he was ready! He sat down for an interview. (this is what I’m currently trying to send over to HBI – 200mbs! But only 2kb upload speeds! Yeah, fun stuff)

We asked him about his thoughts on the trip, the paranormal spots he had chosen to visit, and his reasons for taking the trip. He revealed some information that was new to me about Skin Walker ranch. I absolutely couldn’t wait for the next day where we would set off for Roosevelt, Utah.

Instead of describing the whole conversation, you can check it out on the video’s below. Enjoy.

After the recording, we were all buzzing with anticipation for where we were going (especially in Connecticut) and what was in store for the trip. After interviewing Eric, we took my truck to a mechanic shop to have it looked at (again, the old beast took a long time to start up this morning, caused me some concern, which was captured on video of course).

The mechanic looked reasonably legitimate. We noticed the small town’s utility trucks in the parking lot for harvest maintenance. After they did a scan on it, they said the fuel injector pumps may need replacing, but hard to tell based on the particular code. So they reset the codes, and told me to drive around for a while, and come back when if it turned back on, or continue to Utah and talk to a mechanic there to double check if it’s the same code. Fair enough. Salt Lake was on our way, so that’s what we decided on.

We left from there to go shopping for supplies and found … I’m sure you’ll never guess … a Walmart! A Walmart “Super Center”! All accessories for RV’s were attainable (I hoped)! Not only that, we were able to get full diesel oil changes for our trucks. That was an experience in itself, followed by going to restaurant for dinner along the Snake River.

(yeah yeah I know, too much detail? Get to the good stuff, right? Paranormal, planetary, all terrain entities, and other dimensional tourist stops! Well hey, if I had to go through it all, so should you… ha ha)

Okay, so a few hours later, back at the cozy Villiage of Tree’s, I heard a knock at the door. It was Eric, and beyond him, dusk, a setting sun, and a perfect breeze. He said he wanted to go on a walk. I said I had to change, so he told me to catch up with them. I got my shoes on, grabbed a camera, and stepping out, first thing I noticed was the time of day. The in-between’ish blends and hues of dusk turning into night. Our star Sol was well below the horizon line. And the wind; dry and warm, fluttering the leaves of nearby trees. The subtle yet intense kind that blows just before a storm.

It held the components of a night filled with magic.

I couldn’t tell which way Eric went and it was getting a bit dark. So went into non-thought to locate them, but Hemi beat my stretched out sensory to it, and barked. I saw them all walking down by the fence near Snake River.

Once I caught up, Eric went down this trail beyond the resort, between a field on the left and a pond on the right. After a while he looked up at a cloud with the faint glow of the moon behind it.

I turned and looked as well. Then I saw a hole forming that he must have been opening up for a clear view of the full white orb. It had to have been him. The movement of the surrounding clouds was in slow contrast against the speed of the hole clearing from the moon. First, I smirked, then shifted into the visage.

I remember feeling Eric ‘s presence still standing near me but out of sight for a few more minutes. Then right when I turned around to smile at him, they were much further down the path! I smiled embarrassingly to myself that I mistook my holding his frequency for him actually still standing there. I’d better catch up.

Just then an incredible lightning bolt silently arched across a big cloud in the distance beyond the field. And everything started to feel like a movie.

Gazing toward my feet on the path, I slowed my walking rhythm and listened. The pebbles, small rocks, and dust, crunching under my weight. Taking my mind through the relativity of size. Lightning kept silently flashing every 25 seconds or so, and the breeze lightly danced against my face. I faintly heard voices, and traced them to the other side of the pond, quite a distance out. Wow, the smells were really pungent too. Things were amping up as we continued on and descended out toward the field.

In the middle there was this big auction stand, or stage. We all climbed on and looked out over the horizon for a while before heading back to the RV park. I remember senses a few new tones on that stage. Tones that emerge from a lack of the mind-grid of a major city.

Now it was completely dark. 5 minutes later we were walking through rows of RV’s, listening to the soft hum of fluorescent lights nearby, footstep crunching, and Eric said it reminded him of the surrealness he feels walking through a late night drive-in movie theatre to the center concession stand. A feeling that let’s you almost catch a glimpse or a strong shift that life is perfectly at play, a vibrational dance, and a sign that the force is ever with you. A flavor of reflection that let’s your old soul peek through. And if you hold your breath the right way long enough, it always gets louder.

When we got back to our rigs, I said thank you, good night and settled down for the night. I think everyone was anxious to press on to the next stop. Skinwalker Ranch.

I think you all know what happened the next day! (you guessed it, the transmission in my truck went kaput)

Until next time,
Matt Struve

We pulled in to “The Village of Trees”, a quaint RV park nestled right off the freeway. Seemed nice and convenient to stay at until we set out for Utah. After registering at the front office, we pulled up, de-hitched, I set up my workstation, and was able to take a few calls before HBI closed. Eric called and said he made dinner for everyone. He made a delicious curry rice dish, nice and spicy. Rice, vegetables, and chicken, my favorite, nice and lean. Eating at the table in his trailer made it hard to feel we were on the road. Very cozy.

After dinner, went back to my rig for one last SRP appointment. Phone connection was stable. (ahh, I remember thinking things were going to work out just fine on this trip!) After a really deep session on the illusory nature of time, I went outside to exercise some before winding down to meditate and sleep.

Overall, pretty standard day.

Matt