Toni Elizabeth Sar'h and Anthony John

September 14, 1952 Reno Evening Gazette

A.J. Petrinovich, one of Reno's best known automobile dealers, was killed near Austin yesterday when his civilian jeep rolled over on top of him.

Reports from Austin indicate that Mr. Petrinovich was in rugged country with his brother . . . .

The men had gone to Austin to hunt sagehen. About 9:30 yesterday morning they were in the Birch Creek country, which is described by old-timers as extremely rugged. The jeep in which they were riding tipped over as Mr. Petrinovich attempted to guide it along a steep slope in the trail they were following.

The jeep, although a standard open model, had three pieces of heavy gauge pipe welded over its top as a safeguard against accidents. Apparently, however, Mr. Petrinovich was thrown out of the vehicle and was fatally injured when one of the pipes rolled over him.

He asked members of his party, who were uninjured in the upset, to get help as he was "crushed inside".

The hike into the birch Creek country took . . . the two ambulance attendants until 12:30 p.m. Mr. Petrinovich was dead by the time they reached him.

June 21, 2003 Anacortes, WA

I sat reading a book. It was a calm, quiet day and weekend, one filled with meditative moments and hot tea. As my eyes moved back and forth over the page, I was ushered unceremoniously into the space of "no will" - that space that I have visited from time to time and in which there is only space to BE. I sat in my chair aware that I would be in this place until I was finished needing to BE absolutely still and will-less.

I closed my eyes and a picture began to form. I was standing on hillside in the warm morning sun with the smell of sagebrush everywhere. I stood next to a CJ7 jeep, overturned on top of a body. There was no emotion, no feeling - only observation.

Slowly from under the jeep arose a blue figure emerging from the body pinned under the jeep. It slowly took form and as it did, I was aware that I was looking at someone so very familiar though not from the earth plane. The soul-to-soul contact told me this had been my father, Anthony John Petrinovich. Yet he did not appear as my father now.

The blending of our souls was transmitting information into me and I was becoming aware that this being was coming from the portal of Archturus; actually from beyond the portal, from the place that I AM very familiar with even while in physical form. It was telling me that the "space" beyond the portal was its home at this present time and that I AM to know that it had been my father in this life. It told me that it was present to co-create work with me and that I must acquiesce to the desire to do this work before it could be done.

Having sent this information firmly into my consciousness, the being became a whirling wave of light and entered into my heart. I opened my eyes and found myself sitting in my office with my book on my lap.

That afternoon I sat in formal meditation and requested more information about the work and this being that had come to take up residency with me. The same scene opened and while I stood there on the hillside speaking with it once again, I was told, "I am ready to speak. Are you ready to write?" My answer was in the affirmative and I was given a banner heading to view floating before me "Sar'h and Anthony John". "Nothing is ever as it seems," AJ said to me and left me knowing that when I was ready to sit down and write, it was ready to talk. Let these pages reflect its speaking.