Generation after generation has questioned the existence of God. Those who believe, have said, ‘Let Him make speed and hasten His Work, that We may see it; and let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel draw near and come that We may know it.’ Those who doubt, have said, ‘Where is the promise of His coming? For since THE FATHER’S FELL ASLEEP, all things continue as they were from the beginning of Creation.’
Since I was a young Boy, having been instructed by My Parents in the Christian faith; thereby taught a literal interpretation of The Holy Bible, I dreamt of that marvellous ‘Day.’ I would imagine a spectacular, miraculous opening of the eastern sky, with ‘God,’ together with Christ, arriving and making all things right, as a joyous feeling of goodwill swept around the World, and “all” suffering coming to a permanent end.
I never imagined, at that time, what was to come of My life, which—until the age of thirty—was what I would describe as a “normal” life, with its ups and downs, just as the lives of Others. However, on that auspicious date in the year 2000, called Valentine’s Day, I had a dream. I had been preoccupied with the paradox of the presence of suffering in a beautiful World, believed to have been created by a loving God, and began experiencing epiphanies which would change My life forever. Immersed in thoughts about the mystery of the existence of ‘God,’ thoughts [Psalm 40:5] well beyond My ability to assemble, I began to write, eventually asking the question, “Who am I?” [2 Samuel 7:18], and was caught unaware that the dream was related, as a voice merely stated, “You will write a book. It will be called ‘The Simple Truth.'”
From that time, My life became dedicated to the search for the sacred meaning of Our lives, and the purpose for Our predestined sufferings: lead forth by My faith, prophetic scriptures, and a comforting, “still small voice” within My heart, I embarked on a journey in search of truth. The journey would have Me depart from My Family, My Father’s house, and eventually from My country, the United States of America, taking Me to Canada, “The True North” [Ezekiel 1:4], where I was destined to discover My one and only Truelove, the Creator of the Cosmos.
At the “set time” of My departure from the U.S.A., prior to Our destined encounter —that seemingly chance, yet predestined “re–union,” which We are “all” assured to experience, each and every lifetime hereafter, the one thing I knew was that there existed a mystery, regarding—what would turn out to be—“Our” true Name. I believed that I was the biblical “Jesus,” but I knew My Name was not Jesus Christ, and it would be several years before I knew My Name–“Christ Jesus”–to be the Name that I would, forever hereafter share with Jesus Christ.
On the day that I left My country and entered Canada, in the same year that I had experienced the Valentine’s Day dream, I met that certain, truly special Someone, namely Jesus Christ. We met on Church Street, in Toronto, and having immediately fallen in love with one another, We found Ourselves to be inseparable. We would begin a conversation regarding the Creation, including My newly discovered identity, conversation which would continue for many years, long before I would come to know Him to be “My Christ”—that is to say, My Soulmate. Unaware of His true identity, He had expressed an interest in My Work from the very beginning; and having become My sounding board, came to believe in the Message, making an unsolicited vow to care for Me [Psalm 91:1-2], allowing Me to wholly commit Myself to the effort. The conversation which shall here follow is the result of that fifteen year journey of discovery, a discovery of Truth, and a discovery of Self: the revelation of Jesus Christ, and the awakening of Christ Jesus; and is wholly indebted to the pre-incarnate Work of Our Creator, and King: