About

The main purpose of my project is to raise funds to get my book in printed format. I already have the e-book available but I have always wanted to get my story out in printed format. I have submitted my manuscript to many publishers and most of them want a substantial amount of money to print the manuscript. So I have put into plan a way to get a publishing company to just get the manuscript printed in a limited run but I am needing to raise the funds to pay for this and to assist with some of the promotion. I have worked on this story all of my life and I plan to see my dream fulfilled of having this book in print format and in the hands for all those that want to read a true and amazing story.

Excerpt from the Book:

" I had been drinking a glass of water out of a handsome blue goblet. I was lying in bed reading the book of Proverbs about the prodigal son. The music from my radio was playing very soft classical music. I imagine it was around 2 am. Taking a break from reading to meditate and think, I noticed the reflection on the wall. My flag wouldn’t stay up with tape so I had a pure white movie screen. By swishing the water in the glass, animated characters appeared on the wall. The light shining through the glass acted like the projector. First I could see a road in perspective with trees on either side. Next as if I were in a car with a camera crew behind me filming, the road took on speed and a journey began. More of the road opened up with trees on either side of the road. I felt very clean, very pure, and heavenly. My mouth had the taste in it that one experiences after allowing the Eucharist to melt in your mouth – the after taste of wine and bread. Next to further my case of a miracle as opposed to just a phenomenon, as Dr. Quick explained, I saw the cardinal, red bird, which one sees on the big screen at Busch Stadium. This cardinal on my wall did the same routine as when a Cardinal baseball player hits a home run, it flew around in a figure eight pattern. Finally my majestic eagle, peace dove, or Holy Spirit flew in for a brief visit. In comparison to the cardinal, the white bird was only a little bigger and resembled my gold replica of the Holy Spirit. While this was going on, I was still vaguely cognizant of the music in the background. My rapture with my Cecil B. Demille production started my heart pounding. The background music had African drums pounding to a vibrant rhythm as if calling in warriors from a hunt about to celebrate. In rhythm with this jungle beat I started beating my chest feeling the surge of divinity from both the miracle and music. I too started calling aloud the names of the countries I could remember who were in need of a greater bond. This meant all countries, the whole world. I felt truly great as though it was my destiny at that time and possibly in the future to unify the world with a common spiritual foundation – my Homology.

Why not – I told myself that morning as I got up just as the sun was testing the ordinary bird’s voices. I proceeded down to the handball court at Audobahn to calm myself down and see if I was still real. I wonder what Moses would have written after he came down from the mountain about his feelings. In the company of my tennis racket and ball, plus check book, I proceeded to energize my sleep potential. I played for about an hour against the wall, went out for breakfast, came back to the apartment after Jackie and Dad were gone, and showered up and slept through my classes. An eerie thought chills me still about the reality of it all. After the miracle film was over and I shut my eyes I heard the phone ring in Jackie and Dad’s room around three in the morning. I never did confirm this, but it caused me to wonder about the possible backdrop to this event and my life under a super sophisticated microscope. So much so that before going to bed I hid my Homology and broke the little orange lamp that served as my projector.

Anyway – why not, somebody has got to be the super best; somebody has got to save this world, according to the Jews they’re still waiting. I would love to try in my own secret way to be the very best person in every way possible. With the enchanted feeling of a blossoming self made prince I would continue to be caught up with a super ego to ride on. I feel power like the eye in the pyramid on the back of the dollar bill. Being number one, handsome, powerful, smart, and a nice guy were and still are a delicious feeling. Even if I never attain this glory, it’s delightful enough to have a great goal such as this to try for. Plotting to get there is adventurous and exciting. It takes time for a predestined “god” to achieve his glory.

But I really was a secret ego maniac even with my acne still scarring my confidence. I was paranoid and confused. I definitely had delusions of grandeur from that event that still linger with me and probably always will. I had to see Dr. Quick once a month and he was giving me shots of prolixin. He didn’t seem to blink and eye over my Homology delusions. Doug was impressed but he interpreted my eventually becoming a Cardinal. I felt I knew better. My interpretations of Wegman means “Way man”, therefore the trees and road signified the way or the route. I was to show the way opening a new road of understanding. I would be guided by the Holy Spirit and St. Louis would be the new center for my Homology type philosophy/religion. East St. Louis and St. Louis would be the new Vatican. Like the Tigris and Euphrates, the Missouri and Mississippi would join together the beginning of a Universal people all sharing a common understanding of where man’s road leads."