Millennium Countdown: 1998
Paper: Nevada Appeal – 1 day to the millennium – Wednesday, Dec. 30, 1998
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World peace predicted in 2003
By Kelli Du Fresne
The Monday, April 2, 1979 edition of the Nevada Appeal, contained a prediction of peace in 2003.
In 1979, legislative bureau reporter Ed Vogel spent some time with a man who for nearly a quarter of a century was a fixture to Northern Nevada.
The Waver, the Walker – Ed Carlson found his spiritual self in about 1973. Since then, he’s walked and walked and walked between Reno and Carson and other points.
In late December or early January 1998 he had a triple bypass and by mid-March was trekking the mile around Virginia Lake.
Today, The Waver waves no more along Highway 395, but no one knows for sure what’s happened to him. It is thought he is living with one of his four daughters out of state, but that could not be confirmed.
Twenty years ago, Vogel wrote: RENO – Around here most folks call Ed Carlson “The Waver,” “The Walker,” or “The Happy Man.”
People can’t help but smile when they see freckle-faced Carlson grin and wave toward oncoming cars as he walks beside the local highways.
In the past five years, Carlson has walked 36,000 miles on his joy-spreading missions.
“Walking is just my way of expressing we truly can be happy each day,” Carlson says, standing along U.S. Highway 395 in a pair of jogging shoes. “It’s to send out a vibration of love. The only reason we experience depression is as a lesson to become one with the truth again.”
Cupid-looking Carlson, a healthy 42-year-old who looks like a teenager, bears glad tidings about the future.
“My message is there’s going to be total peace on this planet in the year 2003. The celestial and the physical planes will come together. We will become a god-like planet.”
We’re not here to experience hell or death,” the happy Walker adds. “We’re here to experience life. We won’t have to experience a mortal death.”
On a typical day, the walking waver walks 30 miles, starting his treks near “the biggest Little City in the World” sign in downtown Reno’s Virginia Street. He walks about 10 miles, then hitches a ride to Carson City and wave-walks through the Capital City. Then he turns around and does the same thing on the other side of the road back to Reno.
Somehow his smile never wavers and he keeps the strength to lift his arm and wave at thousands of passing cars.
Besides his Reno-Carson wanderings, Carlson has spent several months walking the Las Vegas Strip and devoted weeks to “greeting the people hello” at the foot of an escalator in Grand Central Station in New York. He also has hitch-hiked across the nation 50 times, including once while blindfolded.
“The message of the universe is to love your neighbor as yourself – no matter what,” Carlson says.
Six years ago happy man Carlson was ready to kill himself. Then a struggling actor in Boston, he came home one evening to an empty house. His wife had left him, taking their four daughters with her.
“I went out to kill myself. I wanted to throw myself in front of a streetcar. But this bolt of power came and stopped me.”
He described the next day as “like the best joint you ever smoked. “What it was was the truth.”
Truth is a pure bluish-white light. It’s energy, Carlson says.
“They show Jesus with a light around him. We have that light.”
People are what they think, he adds. “If we think pure we become pure. We don’t get affected by the darkness.”
One way to start feeling happier, he says, is by “allowing your mind to be on a single thought.”
Carlson does this by imagining a special sound – similar to the mantra used by meditators – which releases himself from he thought processes.
There was a time in his life, however, when Carlson lived in the material, dog-eat-dog world.
He’s been a heavy drinker, a dope smoker, a longshoreman, an oil-field worker, a rodeo cowboy and a two-term Army veteran.
After his spiritual awakening in front of a streetcar, Carlson went into the Western mountains and fasted.
“The goodness I experienced was the god in me. Then the awareness came to me I should start working.”
During his early waving wanderings, cans and curses were hurled at him.
Now Carlson says 95 percent “of the energy coming back to me is positive.”
The happy walker holds no job and claims no permanent address.
“I share the truth. People ask me to their homes and feed me. My wants are fulfilled.”
“We’re not here to make money, fight wars or build governments,” this happy man says, “but to find love.”
The spirit guides me back here. I feel something is going to happen here in Nevada. Multitudes are going to become pure.”
Invariably Carlson’s travels take him back to Reno.