The Road to Heaven
An Experience Written Down in 2010
It was a cold, dark night in January of 2010. I was immersed in inspiration, unable to sleep my regular hours any longer. I began a pattern of waking up in the middle of the night, usually around 3:33am—something I still do to this day on occasion. It guarantees me solitariness—aloneness from nature itself. Seclusion from the light of the sun, isolation from the sensed distractions of the human world.
On this night, in the middle of a three day massive inspiration, or as I would otherwise call it, a mini-illumination, I had no choice but to write. And what poured from my fingers, I have not been able to write its equal since. These were words never written, words never uttered, lines never spoken. I was taking literal dictation from the ONE. An eternal moment without time, the house disappeared. My body disappeared. My mind and God’s mind became one for an everlasting moment. I was given the gift of three questions.