Thinking back now, my way to “A Course in Miracles” likely completely begun in 1969 when I acknowledged Jesus my own Lord and Savior, affected by the Campus Crusade for Christ. In any case, in the wake of joining a Christian fellowship of trying priests, where I was everyday tested on the number of Bible sections I that had remembered and could present word for word, I was completely confounded by everything. Their form of reality simply didn’t agree with me. I felt like a parrot of Bible stanzas, that I didn’t start to comprehend, or the local proclaimer that no one needed to hear. Jesus would show me more, considerably more.
As heavenly synchronicity would have it, I ingested a course in miracles a psychedelic drug that brought about a brush with death the day after Christmas, 1970. At the point when I was in the dark void, with just the awareness that “I Am”, George Harrison’s melody My Sweet Lord started playing. That was my voice singing to God, not George’s! Before long a splendid white light started showing up out of the dimness, as my spirit sang “I truly need to see you Lord”
Then, at that point, someone began to arise out of the light. This Holy One swayed among manly and female. As I’d been petitioning Jesus, I figured it very well may be him, yet without a facial hair growth. I started crying from the profundities of my spirit, as the Holy One conveyed clairvoyantly into my heart. I knew this Being to be only unadulterated love. Then it was finished. I was shot once more into my body, hearing the words to another tune telling me “it’s been bound to happen, it will be quite a while gone.” How genuine that has been.