Many people have asked me if the following story is fact or fiction, and I always find that a difficult question to answer. The truth for me is not limited by the physical world, but is instead embodied by energy, floating in the gaps between time and space on that elusive river of intention. And the energy contained in these pages is as real as any light I have seen, song I have heard, or fruit I have tasted. It is true that I have used a fictional thread to stitch these words together into a fabric that is easier to appreciate, and it’s also true that many of the events described have actually happened in a form most people could relate to. But for me that is of little importance, as the underlying energy is, and has always been, my truth.
I hope you will enjoy reading my truth and will soon be inspired to listen to your own.