Jan and I had presented at the UN in 1995 and 1996, and this 1998 invitation was very much anticipated. We were very excited to be back and were ready to "get formal" (something we seldom do, being from California), respecting the protocol at the United Nations meetings. I wore my black suit... the suit I only wear for funerals, weddings, and the United Nations.
Greetings, dear ones, I AM Kryon of magnetic service!
Oh, my partner, it is a good thing to be back in this energy, is it not? For there has been much learned here. It is the intent of the love of Spirit at this time in this energy, to fill each and every chair with the love of God!
Tuesday, November 26, 1996 seemed to be like any other day, except I knew it wasn't. I awoke and looked out the window. There stretched in front of me was New York's Central Park as seen from the twelfth floor of my hotel room. I saw Wollman skating rink, and part of the pond, and farther down I could even see the roof of the Museum of Art.
It was my first trip to the Big Apple - Tuesday November 21, 1995, numerologically an "11" day (1+1+2+1+1+9+9+5=29) (2+9=11). After a wild twenty-minute trip in a cab through the endless cement and glass canyons of Manhattan island, the familiar UN complex with its multicolored flags in front seemed a welcome sight for this Southern California boy.