Back in the 70’s I was in college doing my Mysticism class daily homework of practicing 15 minutes of meditation and then journaling about my experience. I had chosen as my “mantra” to chant the name “GOD”. There I was in our stark campus chapel on a chilled Minnesotan spring day chanting silently over and over “God.”

Suddenly a beautiful presence materialized before me–so loving, so accepting, so kind and knowing. Very surprised I opened my eyes to see that I was in the chapel and only the pews were in front of me. I closed my eyes and again there was this presence. I didn’t want to breathe or move lest it disappear. I remained in precious communion with this one for what seemed like hours though in actuality it was only for a very short time. I was ecstatic and grateful for I knew that this is what I had been looking to experience at the heart and at the source of my Catholic religious training but hadn’t found it in all the studying and practicing and praying, and yet here it was and so much more expansive and beyond anything I’d known or read.

I searched for the next nine years to find something or someone tangible that held or conveyed this essence here in this world. One day a friend played for me the tape called “Songs of a Loving Heart.” A man’s voice introduced the music and immediately I recognized the voice as that same energy/connection/vibration of the one I had communed with in the college chapel nine years earlier. Astonished I asked “whose voice is that?” And the person replied “John-Roger” and I knew I was home and had found who and what I had searched for who knows how many eons.