Preface
As I reflect back on my life from my present vantage point,I can see that a deliberate hand has affected it always, butbecause I was unaware of its influence, I lived in an ongoingstate of turmoil and fear. At various times in my childhood I did actually manage to slow down enough to sense these promptings, especially when I served as an altar boy every Sunday in church. Then, when I was a teenager, I evenattended seminary school and thought seriously of becominga Catholic priest. But that isn’t what I really wanted it seems, because I soon reverted to my unconscious ways.

As the years passed with their many ups and downs, I came to regard the few good things that happened to me as my life’s highlights, and I despised the bad ones because I thought they only proved that things always got worse. And I was perpetually worried about how, or if, this kid was ever going to find his way.

It was around then that God got my attention big time, but He didn’t come to me as you might imagine. There was no burning bush. I didn’t have a talk with George Burns. And Jesus didn’t appear above my bed. No, God came to me through someone that I’d been involved with for ten years.

Towards the end of our relationship, things were not at all good between this woman I claimed to love and myself. In fact they were terrible! All we did was fight. Our relationship had become one of no communication, patience or tolerance. It was just awful because, through all our troubles, I still loved her. And through it all, I prayed to God that we could find some peace.

I should have been clear about what I asked for because, to my amazement, one day my longtime love told me that she wanted to end our relationship. That began a landmark period for me, even though, through my pain, I couldn’t see it at the time. Now I know that that’s when I truly recognized God as a presence in my life for the first time.

Early on in this time of transition, I began to meditate every day in an effort to find some sense of stillness. To help myself stay in that peaceful space and to make myself available for any God-manifestation that might come along, I soon intensified my practice. Whatever I was doing must have worked because one day God actually spoke to me — and I could actually hear His Voice!

“Good morning, Keith!” was what I heard when I was abruptly awakened on that cloudy June morning in 1996. In my dazed state, I thought that my wife at the time or a friend was nudging me to get up so they could tease me for being so lazy. But when I sat up in bed I could see no one there. Then the Voice spoke again, “I am inside of you. Yes, it is true that I am here with you and you are here with Me!”

At that moment, I fell back on the bed, my eyes closed, and I found myself standing in the Presence and Light of the Divine. As I tried to collect myself, my first thought was, “What do I do with this you. Sit on the sofa, press  RECORD on your tape player, close your eyes and let your mouth move.” I did what the Voice instructed and to my astonishment, out poured volumes of the most far-out material I’d ever heard. When I opened my eyes after that first God-session, all I could think was, “Oh s**t!”

Later that afternoon when I shared what happened with my then brother-in-law Kevin, he suggested, “Keith, maybe you should go meet with Robin.” Robin was an acquaintance of his with the gift of sight—a psychic. Kevin assured me that Robin was genuine and very good at what he did and that he could most likely tell me much more about the phenomena that had begun to appear in my life. Though ever met this person before, I determined to let what he said help me decide what to do next.

I made an appointment to see Robin as soon as I could. When I got to his home the next afternoon, he answered the door, greeted me warmly and invited me upstairs to the sanctuary he’d created where our reading would take place. As we got settled, Robin asked me to tell him my zodiac sign and then asked to look at my left palm. To this day I remember the first thing he said, “You are being told to write a book, aren’t you blown away that I had a hard time concentrating on the rest of the reading. In fact, I don’t remember any of it except what he said about writing that book.

I left Robin’s house still not certain about what I was going to do other than begin to write down all the words that the Voice was speaking into my mind. Over the next few years, questioning the whole time why I was doing this, something kept happening that helped me to accept my fate. “What was that to your path?”

Well, after hearing the Voice for a while, I began to have strong premonitions—visions—that would fade in and out as I diligently transcribed on the computer all that was coming to me. It was as if God was handing me a complete plan that told me what I needed to do in order to help myself and others.

Those visions have continued to reinforce my trust throughout this entire process. And the more I’ve let myself trust, the easier it’s been for me to hear and feel the Love that could only be emanating from that wondrous Being.

Now I humbly and gratefully share with you, my readers, all the incredible things He told me—the splendor, joy and wisdom of all I’ve received. And I wish for you, too, a life full of the love, peace, prosperity and bliss I’ve come to accept.

In love and service,

Keith Anthony Blanchard