History of The Light Trigger™ ~ The Beginning
In 1993 I drove from my home in Dallas to Los Angeles for a business trip. I gave an unsuccessful proposal to a large gift manufacturing company presenting my invention of miniature neon tube lit sacred symbols that would hang on the wall. These miniature neon tube designs incorporated a new electronic technology that would fit into a normal picture frame about twelve inches square. The company rejected my proposal. Dejected, I prepared to drive back home to Dallas.
I had been buying organic groceries at the first Whole Foods store in Dallas. The store sold a magazine at the checkout counter called Sedona, The Journal of Emergence. I was an avid reader as it published “New Age” content that I identified with. For some reason, I decided not to drive home, but to go to Sedona instead. The city of Sedona was a hotbed of “New Age” people of like mind. I thought I needed some spiritual help there after my failure in L.A. Maybe I could get a reading.
I arrived in Sedona the next day, and boy, was I disappointed. Tourists everywhere. Sightseeing busses full of tourists coming from the nearby Grand Canyon. I was ready to leave the day I arrived. It felt like Disneyland in the desert.
Going back to my hotel South of downtown, I spotted a bookstore, The Eye of the Vortex. I went in and was drawn to a little book, so I bought it. It was a book on how to meditate at the major spiritual vortexes in Sedona. I read it carefully that night and decided to meditate at the more accessible Bell Rock, known for serenity and solving problems from a higher spiritual perspective. I wanted to reconnect there with my “Higher Self” again for advice.
In 1989 I was a trance channel who communicated with an entity named “Smiley”—my “Higher Self.” After a year or so I lost contact with Smiley and his great advice. Perhaps I could contact him again at Bell Rock. After the failed presentation in L.A., I wondered why I had created that negative outcome.
The next morning, I got up, put on my tennis shoes and jeans, and was ready to climb Bell Rock and contact my “Smiley” again. In those days you could just park on the side of the highway and hike up to Bell Rock. I climbed halfway up and was exhausted. I settled for going most of the way and sat down on a big rock facing the top crescent.
I sat there and started to meditate. Zero. Nothing. As I was ready to leave, I heard a voice, “turn around, stupid.” So, I turned around facing the vast landscape of green trees in front of me with my back to the big rock.
Sure enough, Smiley came in. And then suddenly he was pushed aside, and this new voice said, “We are the Council of Light. We are part of you, and you are part of us. We love you. You will be remembered as a person who helped people remember who they really are. That is your mission in this lifetime. You will give them a Light Trigger to connect them to their Source for guidance.”
And that was it. It was over in 20 seconds. I jotted down what they said on a piece of paper. (The book from the bookstore suggested to bring pen and paper to keep notes in case you “blissed out” during your meditation at a vortex.)
Of course, I had no idea what a Light Trigger was. I just knew I had a mission in life and that I was obviously doing something different than my destiny. Little did I know it would take almost 30 years to figure it out completely.
After that brief, sharp shock of an event, I got in my car, full of energy, and I drove non-stop 997 miles back to Dallas.
What was this “Light Trigger?” I knew a lot about light. Working as an artist, light was my only medium for most of my adult life. I was confused about those words for many, many years.
George