..and the reason for the Process: Self-Honesty blog.
It’s a long story. Let’s see if I can break it down to a brief summary.
I used to be a fervent seeker of knowledge and information, mainly of literature, the arts, music, philosophy, film and comparative religions. I was mystified why the world existed, why there was a “God” that existed, and why did I exist. My father’s side of the family left an enduring legacy of spiritual leaders down thru the generations, and I was certain, as a young boy, that I would follow the path laid down before me. My mother’s side was fervent Catholicism. It appeared that a life within practicing some form of religion was in the cards for me, only it didn’t quite happen that way. I had read too much Kurt Vonnegut after I got out of high school. The scheme of Jesus’ death on the cross as the salvation of mankind didn’t make sense to me as a child, and made even less sense as I grew into maturity.
In college, I experienced a profound mystical encounter with a White Light that drastically changed all my assumptions about the meaning of life. In this experience, I knew I could never really “die.” Oh, my body might not make it, but who and what I “was” would always exist. I wondered why such an experience fell on someone like me; unremarkable in many ways, socially clumsy, and just beginning to get a handle of making it in this world.
And here I was, left with an overwhelming, yet meaningless event that spurred me on the uncover it’s meaning. I spent the rest of my life with my head in books and magazines, and when the internet came along, even more reading. Visiting countless spirituality sites where white-haired women claimed to convey the knowledge of angels and Masters from the “Other Side of the Veil.” After wasting many years reading recycled, fluffed-up, “Think Positive” jive, along in engaging and suffering from what I call, “Lightweeny Syndrome” behavior consisting of “Higher Selves” and “Ascension” belief systems.
None of what was presented as “wisdom” seemed to have any effect in making this world a better place. This really bothered me. Was it that the angels and the Ascended Masters were powerless to help sort this world out in a meaningful way? Because everything they seemed to communicate was either accepting the unacceptable nature of the world, or trying to ‘get away’ from it through various means.
After years of this vainly trying to sort through this mess, I said, “Enough!” No Deity or Cosmic Force is going to fix what is wrong with this world.
I put my spiritual search away, since it only seemed to run in circles.By accident, I stumbled upon a curious website called, Desteni Universe who claimed it could contact and have the recently departed speak through a young woman, who operated, they asserted, as an interdimensional portal. While this sounded like more Lightweeny talk, this was a claim I hadn’t really heard before. So I investigated. And this page is the result of that investigation.