The title “Front Porch View” just came to me one morning. Seconds after the title came, I was told (by inner guidance) to go to my bedroom closet and to look in a shoe box on the top shelf on the right-hand side. I intuitively dug towards the bottom of the box where I found the picture shown on the cover of this book. That is me sitting on my front porch in May of 1962. Having just been given the title, “Front Porch View” I knew not only that this book had to be written but why I was given the title, what it meant and what this book would be about.
Chapter One: Living the Dream:
In spring of 1962 at the age of eight, I was spontaneously drawn to my front porch, it was as if I was being given instructions from an inner guide, I listened and followed. I peacefully sat down on the front porch and waited for further instructions. I was very aware of my physical body, it felt like there was an electric current pulsating through me from head to toe, then toe to head. Pulsing, circulating, back and forth until the electric current seemed to exit the top of my head and was now connected to everything around me. Everything was electric energy, alive and pulsating.
As the experience continued, I realized there was a conversation happening between the energy within me with the energy all around me. There really is no logical understanding of how this conversation was happening. It felt as natural as any other conversation with the people in my life, except it was with something invisible but, yet as real if not more real than anything my eyes could see.
I will do my best to relive and translate the conversation. I would like to note up until this point in my life I had not become aware of or attached to a personality or any projections from family or others around me. At least I was not consciously aware of a persona.
The conversation: “You are being given a choice in this moment between how the world will try to define you and what you already know is the true you, your soul. If you choose the worldly definition, over time you will forget the true you and what you are experiencing now, a connection to all that is. There is not a wrong choice, but you do have to choose, your choice will decide your destiny in this lifetime”.
I knew the choice meant that either I would surrender to a persona that had not yet begun to develop or I would become one with the life inside of me (my soul) and the connection to all of life, a kind of seamless existence. I knew that the choice of forgetting meant that I would believe the limitations of the physical form and the physical senses. I could not choose to forget. It felt like choosing to forget would be like trying to put a genie back into a bottle knowing that it would never be set free again. I chose liberation, I chose my soul.