I didn't intend to become an author, in fact I've done everything possible to avoid it. When my Creative Writing teacher in college pulled me into her office and urged me to exit the engineering curriculum and become a writer, I wrote her off. When my exposition teacher gave me an A+ on my final paper and then wrote, "I expected more from you." on the last page, I wrote that off. When I found myself analyzing the work of published authors, it didn't occur to me that I might have a gift. Finally, I was sent a message that I couldn’t ignore, a plea for help from my countrymen.

Not that most people realize I have been called to write in this way, a calling that reaches the core of my soul. Indeed, most people walk around quite oblivious to what I see most clearly as a different future reality than we are told will exist. It is only scholars and those few individuals who study history and economics that see a clear picture of America’s future. I read their scholarly works, but most people I talk to yawn at the prospect of such tedium.

My writing seeks to be a bridge between those scholars and the rest of us. I write to open eyes. I write to open hearts. And, I write to educate in a way that laypeople can see the future uncluttered by the hypnotic bleats of propaganda that are so prolific in our world. I write to awaken that which is asleep.