From: Ed Cleveland July 2001
To: Friends and Family
Titled:  When Powers Collide

Kashmir, located in the heart of Asia, is surrounded by India, Pakistan, Afghanistan and China(Tibet). It's 86,000 square miles is strategic territory and boasts some of the world's greatest natural resources. In 1947, following India's independence from British colonial rule, Pakistan began to infiltrate the region until Kashmir's Maharaja requested India's military reinforcement. Today, 2/3 of Kashmir is occupied by India leaving the remainer to Pakistan.

The conflict between India and Pakistan has escalated in the past 50 years until the CIA designated Kashmir the most likely place for the next nuclear war (1994). In May of 1999 both India and Pakistan began to insert their fissionable cores, arming their nuclear arsenals, and were within hours of full-scale nuclear catastrophe. President Clinton intervened by calling an emergency meeting with Pakistan's leader demanding they cease the Kashmiri rebel advance. Although seen as a defeat, Kashmir suceeded in internationalizing the world's longest standing conflict.

Today the war continues with a recorded 65,000 deaths since 1989 and thousands of Human Rights violation cases. So what in the blazes am I doing here?

In the spring of 2000 a number of events lead me into the war torn territory. After days of near captivity, I escaped the house-boat and ventured out to see the action first-hand. That evening, near a swamp marsh, I met a poor family. I then spent several weeks living with this family. Those few weeks were the beginning of my journey. I felt as if God was with me, living in me, and all around me. His presence was so real it is nearly impossible to convey with words. In addition to the overwhelming sense of divinity, I was shown treasures of both the natural and supernatural worlds.

The fabled Kashmir Blue Sapphire were mined between 1880 and 1925. These gemstones achieved a reputation unrivaled today in both beauty and heritage.

I promised the family I would sell their cache of gemstones and build them a new home with the earnings. I made the agreement with an older man who I now call the "Prophet" because he could see me in his dreams.

Now one year has passed and I have returned. Beside teaching the children English, I am searching for answers which apply to both these "KashmirBlue" sapphire and powers of prophecy. Do they exist? And if so, I would like to know the source. 

"If you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God" (Proverbs 2:4-5).

Fear Not,

From: Albert Ramsay 1934

In India my eyes have been dazzled by such jewels as never have been seen in the Western world. When I was last in the Srinagar palace of the Maharaja of Jammu and Kashmir thirty trays were brought before me, and if I were to say that any one tray, sent to market, would fetch a million dollars, I would be giving only a faint impression of the astonishing wealth and beauty of those treasures of an Indian gentleman.

A handsome man is Colonel His Highness Maharaja Sir Hari Singh. In the afternoon he had shown me his sapphires and told me the story of how they were found.

It seemed that in the old days of band of men with beards dyed red found some blue stones exposed by a landslide in the hills of Kashmir. These men had come from Afghanistan, part of a mule caravan on its way to Delhi. The stones, as curiosities, were put away in the bags on one of the mules, and then, in Delhi, they were traded for salt. Thereafter they were sold to someone who recognized them to be rough sapphires: and they were resold and resold and resold, until finally, in Calcutta, they brought in rupees a price which was equal to $400,000. The news of this transaction got back to the maharaja of that time, who discovered that the sapphires had been picked up in his own Kashmir hills. In great wrath he went to Calcutta and demanded them. Every single transaction in the long train had to be undone. The man who had sold the sapphires gave back the $400,000, and so it went through many towns, until, at Delhi, a merchant received back a few bags of salt. Today, I should think, those Kashmir sapphires are worth $3,000,000. One of them is as large as an eggplant. For one of the smaller fragments I offered His Highness $25,000. He just laughed at me; he does not want to part with any object in his beloved collection, but, oh how I should like to buy some of those treasures.