and soul communicate, we find our way back to Oneness and knowing Who We Are.
The stories in this book are real-life exploits of mine.
As I tell these candid tales to people, the stories have the effect of triggering people’s memories of actual, extraordinary events in their own lives.
People recall events in their lives that, at the time they occurred, were too farfetched to fit into any known category of personal experience.
These far out, socially unacceptable encounters were buried, misinterpreted, discounted, denied, forgotten, or, by some other device, shoved into a mental closet.
As I openly relate my extraordinary encounters, people listening become comfortable enough to remember the forgotten out-of-the-ordinary events that have happened to them.
As the personality senses the space of acceptance of extraordinary life adventures, it feels safe enough to recall its own unusual, extrasensory exploits.
We have all had hundreds of direct personal experiences of multisensory, nonphysical awareness and extra-normal powers this lifetime.
Using our innate connection to our inner being, these amazing exploits can be recollected from the closets and graves in which we buried them.
As a storyteller—in the guise of a therapist, healer, journalist, talk show host and filmmaker—my stories have assisted thousands of people to recall their own soul stories.
May the muse of True Memory shine on you as you read my story.
PART I
Starting Fresh All Over Again
My Friend the Ascended Master
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned,
so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
Joseph Campbell
This book is the story of my personality’s relationship with my soul. My story begins where most people’s soul stories end—when the child enters society.
Of course, a person’s soul story never really ends. However, a person’s awareness of what is happening on the nonphysical, multisensory level often comes to an abrupt halt if that inner awareness is not nurtured. This premature shutdown to experiencing the full consciousness of our true nature is the fate of most people. The closedown usually occurs in early childhood, just about the time we are entering the world of adults in preschool or kindergarten. We’re told to “put away the things of childhood” by the people nearest us. Our parents, relatives, friends and teachers have already hidden from themselves their abilities to see nonphysical reality—angels, fairies, invisible friends, spirit guides, deceased Grandma or Grandpa at the family dinner table or the shimmering glow around loving people. Because most parents no longer remember the magic and power of their own extrasensory perception, the natural multisensory abilities of children in our Western culture are usually suppressed for the sake of social acceptability.
This cutoff from expanded consciousness would have been my fate as well, if it weren’t for the valiant and persistent efforts of one Ascended Master named St. Germain. Throughout my childhood, this loving nonphysical being visited me at night right after my parents tucked me in and before I went off to dreamland. His presence filled me with a warm sensation. I discerned him as a faint pulsating light in the corner of my bedroom. In later years, as I got comfortable with his enveloping energy in my room, I was able to perceive the form of his body and the features of his face. Eventually, I conversed with him as one talks to an old friend.
St. Germain is a nonphysical being referred to as an “Ascended Master.” Ascended Masters are human beings who have mastered and ascended the influence of their human emotions and the limitations of cultural, psychological conditioning. When this mastery reaches a certain level, these regular, physical people ascend from the limitations of the physical universe and become nonphysical beings with multisensory and multidimensional awareness. Other Ascended Masters include Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Mother Mary and Sai Baba. These wise and experienced friends make themselves available to people through meditation for spiritual guidance and counsel. (By the way, the “St.” is simply part of St. Germain’s name; it does not mean he is a saint in any religious sense.)
My spiritual mentorship with St. Germain has been a constant in my life since childhood, although it took me a long while to evolve my relationship with him into a conscious exchange between equals.
At first, I experienced my mentor as a kind of guardian angel, comforting me with soothing vibrations by night and saving me from human danger and disaster by day. In my youth, I was especially aware that a divine force intervened many times to prevent injury and accidents during my teenage driving years.
In my twenties, as I became more accustomed to extrasensory phenomena and my own spiritual nature, my connection with St. Germain became more conscious. I developed my self-esteem and courage to a degree where I interacted with this awakened being as a good buddy and confidant. This is when my training for my life’s work began in a deliberate and detailed way.
On every nocturnal visit, St. Germain would show me aspects of my soul’s game plan, the scenario my real self had laid out for my future. As my friend described coming events, I observed these prophesies as an “awake vision.” I witnessed scenes of my future self—speaking to large groups of people, practicing various healing arts, and teaching yoga and other meditation techniques. St. Germain told me how these events would come to pass and how I could prepare myself for my chosen destiny. However, usually by the next day, I’d unconsciously water down the reality of our meetings, disguising our lessons as vague memories. Or I’d shake off the nighttime visitations as provocative, enlightening dreams—but dreams, nonetheless.
For years, I felt blessed—and hounded—by my friendship with this helpful counselor. I was enthused—and scared—by my soul’s enlightened plan. Because I didn’t yet have a way to deal with the fear, I often resisted the counsel of my ascended buddy.
Searching for some understanding or explanation of my nightly visits, I tried to discuss my connection to St. Germain with friends and family. All I got back was an incredulous look that screamed, “You’re kidding, right?” Quickly I resigned myself to keeping this wondrous part of my life a private matter.
During my youth, I experienced many extraordinary events, which I share in this book. These miraculous occurrences were exhilarating, yet terrifying. I carried a lot of doubt about my capacity to psychologically handle multisensory realities and my worthiness to receive miracles. With hindsight, I see that it simply wasn’t time for me to own my personal power and wisdom. Nor was it time for me to begin the public expression of my gifts. Then something so undeniable happened that I was no longer able to pretend my exalted friend and prophesied destiny were a fantasy.
Orlando, Florida, was the perfect setting for my awakening. What better place for magic to thrust itself permanently into my life than the home of Walt Disney’s “Magic Kingdom.” The experience began when a new acquaintance, Jerry, asked me to dinner during a human potential workshop we were both attending. Proud and confident, Jerry was a self-made man, a successful entrepreneur. A former NHL hockey player, he stood tall and stalwart, still brawny from his days with the Detroit Red Wings. His firm jaw and rough-cut features struck an imposing profile as we discussed very mundane, comfortable and safe subjects such as business and sports. As we sauntered outside after the meal at the hotel restaurant, Jerry proposed we trek down the street to a 7-11 convenience store to purchase some spring water. The market was barely visible about a mile down the busy thoroughfare. I glanced at my watch for the time. Since it wasn’t late, I said, “Sure, why not?”
As we took our first step in the direction of our destination, Jerry casually inquired, “What do you know about St. Germain?”
His question struck me as totally out of the blue. Even though we’d met at a personal growth seminar, Jerry and I hadn’t touched on anything even faintly metaphysical in our supper