The Burwell Mysteries- Part 7
Ron smiled as he held my hand in his and gently squeezed. He led me up the black and white marble stairs. We entered the library computer room and sat down at a large desk. We agreed, the first order of business was to research the information given to us in our shared vision at the student union. Next we would share our individual experiences that occurred the night before.
The Social Psychology course that started us on this odyssey had changed everything. Life as we knew it would never be the same. We felt such a heightened sense of awareness, all because we paid attention. We took note of all our senses and ignored nothing. I suggested we write down each piece of information we had received thus far in accordance to the timing of our mystical experiences. This way we could start from the beginning and track each source of knowledge in our quest for answers.
Ron would write as I recalled the information.
- The color Gold
- 80 Burwell Road, Minnetonka, MN
- Look no further, You have found what your looking for.....
- Please come, as the creek runs through it
- Crinkling paper
- Our personal Experiences
We knew the color Gold was crucial in our visions. Researching the symbology of the color, proved to be worthy. We found that in many sources the color Gold was seen as divine in nature. The most precious of metals is gold, it is perfect. The Chinese observe gold as a flashing light,solar, royal, divine and heavenly. The book The dictionary of symbols states, "Gold is like the tree of knowledge and the throne of wisdom. If one is to shake the tree they may be crushed. Gold is ambivalent and has a dual nature. The color Gold is above all others and there lies it's purity. Many of the proverbs discuss this nature of Gold. If Gold is used properly in seeking out knowledge, it can bring much happiness, open many doors, or it can cause it's owner disaster. It is an ambivalent material because it is just as hard to obtain it as it is to use it properly."
Now it was time for us to research the address: 80 Burwell Road, Minnetonka, MN. Ron and I anxiously stared at the computer for some clarity. It only took a minute but what appeared on the computer screen left us speechless. There in the picture stood a beautiful yellow antiquated building called "The Burwell House. " Listed beneath it was a phone number. I let out a loud shriek knowing this was an important piece of a puzzle. We we're confident we could proceed with this new information and felt elated to delve into it's meaning. We knew that somehow our fate was waiting on the other end of a phone call.
After some discussion Ron and I decided It best If I made the call. My stomach was in knots and my heart was racing.
One ring, two rings, three rings, then........
A woman's voice answered, "Hello, Burwell Mansion Bed and Breakfast, this is Louis, how can I help You?" "Oh, hello Louis, my name is Courtney and I"... I was stumbling for words. "I found you online." "Are you calling about the summer job opportunities?" Yes I am, I fumbled, could you refresh my memory on the job titles?" Well, we have two spots left for the summer season. One is for a Grounds Keeper and the other is a Special Events Catering Manager." " When are you interviewing for these positions? I am very interested in the catering position and a friend of mine would like to interview for the grounds keeper position?" By the end of our conversation we had ironed out details for interviews for both Ron and I. We couldn't believe we would be taking a road trip to the infamous Burwell House by weeks end. We would interview for our Social Psychology internships together.
Staying up till the wee hours of the night we talked incessantly about everything that had transpired. The concept of the power of attraction we'd learned was now coming to life. The energy was gaining momentum and our internship goals were becoming manifest.
When you get to the end of all the light that you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught how to fly. Edward Teller
© 2011 Laura Rogers