Transformation of a Common Man
The Brian Scott Story (The Play of Life)
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Puno, Peru 2:00 a.m. December 21, 1976
The air was cold. One very dim, bare light hung in the bathroom of the inn. I heard a sound and felt frightened. Suddenly, a young man with curly blond hair and white skin emerged from one of the dark stalls.
I relaxed. He looked American "Hi."
"Hello," the young man said in good English.
"Are you American?"
"No, actually I'm from another land," said the boy.
"Another land? What do you mean 'another land?'"
"Canada," the boy said quickly with blue eyes flashing. The young man appeared unusually wholesome, clean and healthy. His shiny white skin, bright blue eyes and golden-white hair seemed out of place in Puno, Peru.
"Where at in Canada?" I asked.
"Actually, not from any town. I was raised in a cabin, in the woods."
I laughed. "Really? Are you here with your family?"
"No, by myself."
"What is someone from Canada doing in South America at this time of year?" I was getting a little suspicious.
"The reason is a little unusual."
I laughed. "I am used to the unusual."
The boy looked me squarely in the face. "Actually, I am here because I believe that some great transformation will take place at sunrise in one of the Incan temples around Lake Titicaca--on December 22. And, I believe this transformation will change the world."
The words shocked me.
"That's why I am here," the boy said.
I figured he must be a UFO groupie from Los Angeles--or a spy.
"Where did you get that idea?"
"I just have it," he said.
"Come on," I said. "Are you from Los Angeles?"
"No."
"Are you a member of some UFO group?"
"No. What is that?"
"Do you go to UFO meetings, or anything like that?"
"No. I live in a cabin, a hundred miles from the nearest town. No radio, no phone, no television."
"Do you read books about UFO's?"
"No. I never have read one book about UFO's."
"Do you have some spiritual master who sent you here?"
"NO. It is just my own feeling."
"Of your own feelings, you believe you are to be here on December 22 at sunrise for a 'great transformation in a temple near Lake Titicaca that will change the world?' And you came from Canada for that, on your own?"
"That is right," the boy said with his big, blue eyes staring calmly at me. He didn’t blink or look away.
Suddenly, I felt nervous. His hands were slender and refined. He looked like an angel, not a Canadian woodsman. For a moment, I thought he must be a projection of the Secondary World, perhaps, sent to assassinate us. A meeting here, at this hour, was too much to be coincidence.
"Do you know anyone else here in Puno?" I asked nervously.
"No."
"How long have you been here?"
"I just arrived."
My mind spun. He answered each question, but volunteered no more. I suddenly felt paranoid. I felt he might kill me, on the spot. "Is what you are telling me for real?"
"Yes, I speak the truth," the boy said calmly.
"How did you get here?"
By plane to La Paz. Then taxi."
"You just got here?"
"Yes, two hours ago. I have talked to no one else except you."
I was suddenly afraid to turn my back on the boy. I wanted to call out to Brian. "Listen, I have someone you need to meet," I said.
The boy hesitated.
"The man I want you to meet is supposed to be 'in a temple near Lake Titicaca on December 22, 1976, at sunrise for a transformation.' Do you want to meet him?"
The boy pondered a moment. "Are you sure?"
I insisted we go to Brian, immediately. Reluctantly, the boy agreed. I asked him to walk in front of me. I did not want to let him out of my sight.
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From Time Beyond all time, he came. From the misty-fire of Light and Sound, he descended into Form. I AM, I AM, his name thundered through the infinite void. Demons stirred. Ancient gods of the earth, and angels of heaven awoke to peer through misty veils of eternity. The time of reaping had come to God's last creation, to man on earth, to the blue-white world of water, to the Garden planet. Shining angels shook moist, golden wings. Demons rattled dry curses from leathery throats. Giants, sylphs and avatars all wanted in the game. The time has come again for the Host. From the white-haired Old Man flowed a joyous song for all to hear, "Let the Play of Life begin. Let the Play of Life begin."
About the Author
In 1976, James Frazier, a 29-year-old filmmaker-journalist, escorted Brian Scott, a 33-year-old alleged UFO contactee to South America for a "Quantum Evolution to Mind Level 8." James guided Brian through the transformation process viewed by him as a constructive form of multiple personality. There is no one more qualified in modern times to tell a story of human transformation. On film and sound tape, Frazier documented Brian’s experiences and those of his family, on a daily basis for nearly four years from 1976 to 1980. He helped plan the Neural-Optical-Responder, (NORx1-11) built by Brian, and in 1980 President Jimmy Carter acknowledged James in the White House, with Brian -- for bringing the "Voice of Common Man" to the President. James Frazier started out to become an experimental psychologist. He has a B.S. degree in psychobiology from Colorado State University with a minor in journalism. He attended graduate school in clinical psychology at the University of Texas on a full ride scholarship, and he was offered a full ride fellowship from NASA to study space psychobiology at Florida State University. Later, on a full ride fellowship from CBS, he attended the University of Southern California’s MFA program in cinema directing and writing. He heard Brian Scott on a radio show in May of 1976 and optioned all rights to the story. After spending four years investigating Brian, he returned to Colorado where he worked as a newspaper editor and investigative reporter. In the early 1980’s, he earned full editorial control of three different weekly newspapers, and was a member of the Colorado Press Association. He also served as a crime, political, and investigative reporter for two daily newspapers. During this time, he founded the American Lyceum, Inc., a non-profit organization for public debate and deliberation, and he hosted political debates on local television. In 1986, he started his own TV and video production company. He produced documentaries for cable TV and promotional videos for large corporations. He is an award winning director-writer and producer. Today, he is a skilled video cameraman, director, screenwriter, and editor actively producing video, film, and television programs on a wide variety of subjects. James is also a husband and father of two children. For over two decades, from 1980 to 2000, he maintained a friendship with Brian and other key people in the story while living in his small hometown--Windsor, Colorado-- located 50 miles north of Denver, Colorado.