My name is Les Thompson and I am the Mistic. This is the story of how the Mistic store came about. I was in Moab on vacation in August 2003 and as my wife Deborah and I were leaving town to go home to Evanston, Wyoming, I saw the “for lease” sign on the the building we now occupy. I turned around and called the number and we knew then that Moab was the location for The Mistic and we opened our doors on December 10, 2003.

This was the realization of a dream that began taking shape in February 2000. I took a vacation to Thailand to visit a long time friend named Tad. We went to the Bridge over the River Quai. Next to the River Quai is a graveyard for American soldiers killed during WWII and we decided to go and pay our respects.

As I was walking around the grave sites a little old woman came straight across the graveyard toward me. When she reached me she grabbed my hand and would not let go. She started talking to me in Thai and I could not understand a word. She began looking around and yelling out to other people that were in the graveyard. Finally a young woman started walking towards us. “What is this all about?” I thought.

The young woman told me that the older woman had a message and that she would translate for her. As the two women spoke the younger one looked at me strangely as she spoke: the older woman had been waiting for me for a long time. She had been told I was coming and was instructed to give me this message. I asked how she knew that this message was for me. They spoke together for a few minutes and then I was told that she had been shown my face. The message was that I had the power of healing and I must use it to help God’s children and that I must never use this power to hurt people. She told me that this was a gift from God and was His intent that this gift be used for good. She told me that many volunteer but that I was chosen. She also told me that I should live in the country close to nature and that I should not walk the path of the clock but to walk in the direction of giving. This was the path that was given to me and if I chose to walk it, that my name and teachings would be known around the world. With these last words she looked at me and all I could do was cry.

With tears in her eyes, the older woman let go of my hand and walked away. I asked the younger woman how long the woman had been waiting for me and she responded, “all her life.” This was a very powerful message for me and I cried for three days. That day in the graveyard in Thailand, I became “The Mistic.”

People have asked me what is a “mistic” and why I spell it with and ‘I’ and not a ‘y’. My answer is that ‘I’ was given this gift and it is what I need to do. I am a messenger and a healer. I was given this gift to unplug and balance the Chakras – the seven energy points along the center line of our bodies.

The Chakras help us perceive the world and its people as they truly are. When we are out of balance or have plugged Chakras we don’t send or receive the energy we need to correctly see and feel the world around us.