OK - the short story is this:
I was born into an upper middle class family. In America. Before Bush…but that’s another story.
My father was raised a farmer and became a doctor. My mother was an artist. Watercolors.
Very American - very not hemmed in by traditional social values. Not those two.
I had the luxury of knowing I could do anything I wanted with my life. My parents always told me this and I believed it.
So: the question…what to do with this life…?
At five years old I had an experience. It was quantum. One instant I was totally outraged, demanding to know why I was here, and the next I was in Space….all life and energy with no movement. Completely safe, secure, loved, lovable. Everyone was there…nothing missing, no time, no “inside, outside”, no limitations.
Man!
Bliss.
Home.
Yes.
Then I was back in the little bedroom of my childhood, in front of my doll house.
I forgot all about that until I was sixteen years old, in trouble again.
In the mean time, I had grown up loving fairy tales, science fiction, and Star Trek.
I wished (prayed) for a book of spells to help me solve the riddle of life…to help me get back to the experience I had had that was Home. Peyote took me there once, but it didn’t last.
Ten years into studying A Course In Miracles, I realized this was just that book. I then looked back at how I had remembered the future……. and I knew it was good.
The longer story is still under revision, but I will publish something soon.