Now for John’s accounting of what took place after the truck was parked at the edge of the valley and all three young men began exploring the creekbed together. It wasn’t long before John found himself alone, but since it isn’t uncommon for explorers to take off in different directions, he didn’t give it a second thought.

As he continued walking up the creekbed, just before entering one of the tunnel areas, he knelt down to take a closer look at a crystal rock that had been glistening in the sun. Suddenly an extremely cold chill came upon him, as if he had stepped into a walk-in freezer. When he attempted to stand up he found that gravity was playing a trick on him or some other force had paralyzed him in the kneeling position. Within a split-second John heard something rustling along the embankment. Then he saw it – a large silver-gray wolf – surrounded by a strange haze of some sort. The animal was crouched in a small clearing directly above him.

John was petrified since he was still unable to stand up. All he could do was hope this predator would move on.

Suddenly, without provocation, the wolf leaped. It passed through John’s body – I repeat – it passed through his body…there was no impact at all….the wolf was gone.

At the moment the wolf seemingly exited John’s body he fell backwards, as if finally released from the force that had magnetized him in the kneeling position.

John scrambled to his feet and yelled out for B.C. and Corey. He ran back to the truck where he found them waiting for him. He told them what had happened and that for some reason he was still really cold. They got into the truck and started back to the house. By the time they reached the top of the mountain John’s chill was gone but he felt something was still inside him.

As John finished his accounting, I was convinced that he had entered a cold zone – a spirited area. I strongly suspected that somehow, by way of the wolf, John was given a gift that only a very few people seem to develop – a gift of insight into the spiritual world.