My Journey To Success: Part 1 - My Early Years:

I have never been what most people would consider to be a "normal" child. I have lived a life of seclusion, born into a Fundamental Baptist Christian home. My memories begin just before I was three, when we moved from the city where I was born to a small town in the mountains. With only one friend for most of the time I lived there, the son of my mother's friend, I was a very solitary child.

My parents married young, and didn't really know how to communicate. As the dedicated son of an ex-military soldier, my father never learned how to express his emotions or understand them, and being highly intuitive, I remember strongly how sad and frustrated he felt when he didn't know how to communicate his love for us. They married at age eighteen and fifteen (almost sixteen) to escape unhappy homes, and I was born before my mother was seventeen. They had little concept of how to raise a child, except the poor examples of their unhappy families, and so I was often left to my own devices.

My father worked a lot, and my mother busied herself around the house cleaning, cooking, reading and listening to music (we didn't own a TV until much later). I spent most of my time reading, listening to music (with her in the early years) or stories of successful people (Booker T. Washington, Clara Barton, Edison, Florence Nightingale and many others), but most often entertaining myself out on the 3/4 acre property on the edge of the woods: which I occasionally wandered into.

I was a very curious intellectual from the start, hungry for knowledge and always asking questions, which drove my parents to irritation at times. I always wanted to know why things were the way they were, why things were done one way over the other, and how they got that way. At church there were few children, most of them negative and selfish, and so I spent my time there also talking to adults, reading the Bible or contemplating life. Since I was exposed to the stories of the successful, I realized at a young age that my parents didn't live by the principles of success but by fear, and often contemplated this fact as the obvious cause of my suffering.

At the age of ten I was ripped away from my only friend when we moved to Sacramento, the capital city of California, which today is almost as crowded and crazy as Los Angeles. I had been home schooled using the best video home school program in the country. My grades were good, usually As and Bs, and I always finished hours early unless I was bored and goofing off. I got a great education, but it further retarded my social interaction and caused severe culture shock when I was placed in a private Christian school in the fifth grade.

I had nothing in common with the other children, didn't know their slang, and lacked self-confidence due to the unfamiliar social world I found myself in. I didn't know what was expected of me, how to communicate my emotions, or what to expect from my peers. I immediately became the target of bullying and ridicule as the introvert, while the teachers loved my mind and dedication, which only reinforced my isolation and mistreatment as the "teacher's pet" or "human calculator", as I was often affectionately called because I used math problems to keep my mind sharp and could think faster than they could use their calculators.

Understanding the source of my problems, I focused on the observation and analysis of my peers, developing a deep understanding of psychology and the human condition. I studied their motivations, behavior, verbal and non-verbal communication, and belief systems. As an empath I freaked them out even further by being overly emotional and insightful, not yet knowing how to shield myself from their energy emitted unconsciously, carrying to me their emotions and occasionally even thoughts.

I often cried when they were upset. I also could feel when they were thinking about me and about to look at me, only to find me looking at them: wondering why and what they were thinking about me. I was often accused of staring, even though I was responding to their focus and usually simply turning my head fast enough to look at them before they had completely turned theirs toward me, thereby giving the false impression. I came to resent my enhanced awareness and feel like a freak, after repeated attempts to talk about what I felt or saw only to find that they couldn't comprehend what I was experiencing, let alone share it.

I took refuge on the internet, testing my abilities in an environment where I could not be as directly effected. I soon became a spiritual life coach, (though I didn't know what to call myself at the time; I was just giving advice), helping people of all ages, from early teens to grandparents, deal with life: especially relationships. Then came the first movies about "psychic ability": my first glimmer of hope that someone out there, (besides Christ: he obviously knew about "spiritual gifts", even if most of his followers ignored them and his teachings because they weren't taught correctly), might actually understand and be able to help me.

I then turned my interest in books into a quest to understand psychic ability and the true human potential Christ taught. I went to the library and read every book on the subjects I could find, even getting into advanced physics to understand the science behind psychic ability. Thus began one of the most important phases of my entire life, and my awakening to the truth of the suppressed state of society, human potential, and the true history of humanity, science and religion.