My future with the Catholic Church was further hindered two years later when I attended mass on a visit from college and found, when opening my eyes while standing in the loft above the congregation, that nearly one third of the congregation had their eyes open looking around during the prayer. I had assumed that all were in deep communion with God. I was wrong.

The summer before college I drove a Coca Cola truck. One day when I was just beginning the coke route, I got caught in a rainstorm. Unfamiliar with the dashboard and wiper button, I looked away from the road and bent down to look for the wiper button. Before I could think, something forced me to sit up and, as I rising, this force raised my arm and whipped the steering wheel to the right. As the truck swerved to the right, I then re-focused on the road ahead to find I had drifted into the oncoming traffic and was about to crash into 3 cars head on with the big truck I was driving. This was my first experience with the metaphysical world saving my life.

In my first week in college, I had a life-changing encounter with God. That first weekend I found that the movie, “To Sir With Love,” was playing at the student center and I went to see it. In the movie, Sidney Poitier took a job teaching troubled students in an inner city school. He broke through to them when he did unusual things like taking them for outings instead of classroom studies and treated them as adults and by respecting them as equals. At the end of the movie, when a high paying offer came to him to teach in a white school, he rejected it and elected to continue at low wages helping the inner city children. I started sobbing at that moment; tears flooded down my face and I left the room and hid outside the building. For over half an hour,r I had a metaphysical experience where my spirit was outside of my body. I was watching my body cry out of happiness for another human sacrificing and helping their fellow humans when they did not have to. I recognized that the tears were not my tears, but were God’s flowing through me. This was my first experience of “skin touch with God”. This “skin touch” relationship has been repeated many times in my life.

In college, I pursued studies in pre-med to become a psychiatric doctor. However, when I learned mental doctors cure no one, just prescribe drugs to suppress the functioning of the brain, or apply electric shock to destroy part of the brain, I decided this was not the solution to serious mental problems. After dropping out of the pre-med program, spirit world led me to a small booklet called, “The Presence of Spirits in Madness” by Wilson Van Dusen. This booklet led me to investigate the reality of the “other world’s” or “earthbound ancestors’” impact on humans and concluded people mainly need friends and hugs to solve their emotional and mental problems. I switched majors to business and kept open my plans for a spiritual mission in life.

In my junior year, while driving home from a restaurant, I had a head on collision with another car that ran a stoplight. The steering wheel of my car broke my chest sternum, stopped my heart and I died. Later, in the ambulance, I came back to life. This experience gave me my wake up call and I had to repent for my lack of living for God’s will. I admitted I had thrown my spiritual calling away and that God had given me a new life. This life now belonged to Him. I, therefore, told God that my life was His and whatever He desired, I would do it for the rest of my life. I lost interested in all my sports activity, cars and business studies. I was reborn and began searching to find my mission

During the summer of my junior year, I worked at a New Jersey shore French cuisine restaurant. I also worked on rebuilding my chest muscles torn and damaged from the accident by swimming all day in the ocean. At one point, I was confronted by the homosexual world at my apartment.

I saw in her eyes desperation, starvation, despair and a soul-touching plea for help. At that moment, my heart was transformed. At that moment, the suffering of people in the world became a vivid reality. At that moment, my ancestors began tormenting me to find a way to help the hopeless and the downtrodden.

Upon hearing this my world turned upside down for the third time as I went through another spiritual transformation. It was as if I had always known about my calling ever since I was a toddler, and I felt power and strength surge within me to fulfill this mission.

Three days later, I heard this loud voice again. It said I was to “unite the world by building an ideal city that would be an example for all humankind to live together in peace.” Again no one around me appeared to hear what seemed to me a physically audible voice. After hearing this voice of God again, my entire being--emotionally, mentally and spiritually--became focused and I felt a strong determination to do something with my calling.

I finally dropped my personal strategies and went to San Francisco to find the people and out how to build this ideal city. I then spent a few weeks preparing to leave and started off to California in my Volkswagon van. There I was, a small hometown, mama’s boy, dropping everything I knew to follow the guidance of the spirit world on a quest, my studies to become a psychiatrist would have labeled me as insane and many traditional religions as possessed.

and talk. I nodded yes, but kept reading a book on spirituality until I heard her say that her group was building an ideal city in Northern California. That caught my attention. I closed my book and immediately said, “Let us go!” Alice brought me to the “Unified Family” center. When I entered, I immediately felt the high spiritual atmosphere and saw that the sisters were in long flowing dresses with a bright glow of purity in their faces and light around their heads. I told them I was available for a one on one workshop. Mike Warder taught me over the weekend, and that was it--I have since stayed with this family centered movement. One soul-stirring experience I had in that first workshop was when a sister taught me the Mission of Jesus. As she taught, she cried and cried. This caused me to cry and cry with her over the life Jesus never got to live and over his suffering course.