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Preface

All of us have wonderful and amazing stories about our life journeys. I want to tell you a little about mine and what prompts me to use the word “soul,” which so many people equate with religion. “Soul” is really a much more ancient idea, dating back to the earliest people who simply felt its presence.

Perhaps you, too, could sense the presence of your soul as a young and innocent child. I was aware of being a shimmering, light-filled soul in communion with a sacred presence in nature. While fishing the lazy bayous and rivers of South Louisiana with my loving parents, I felt quiet and happy inside, as if I were one with the land, water, sky, and all living things. I found the same sense of mystical oneness in the colorful, stained glass windows, fragrant incense, flickering candles, and soaring harmonies sung in my neighborhood Catholic church. But due to heartbreaking events within my family, at age fifteen, I drew away from my spirit’s inner peace. After that, I felt lost.

As I grew older, I knew that something was missing but did not know what it was. Perhaps it was my unconscious longing for mystical union that drew me back one sunny day as I drove to a follow-up appointment with my gynecologist. The doctor had found a large ovarian growth and was concerned enough about it to ask me to return on Monday for a special, more thorough examination. By then twenty-five years old, I left work that day in my red Karmann Ghia and sped up a downtown ramp onto the busy interstate that runs through Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Over the weekend, I had forgotten about the appointment. By now, though, I had grown fearful. I sent up a silent, heartfelt little prayer: “I don’t know if there is a God or not, but if there is, please don’t let anything happen to me. There’s no one else to take care of my little girl.”

Before the end of that sentence, a cold chill swept over my body and changed into a sensation of warm, radiant bliss. Waves of light poured into me and intensified until my heart overflowed with awe and gratitude. I gazed into my rearview mirror and saw tears of joy and wonder streaming down my face. I was who I was, but I was more than just myself. Somehow I was inside and outside of my body at the same time. Everything was radiant with light—the car, the highway, the sky, and my entire being. The pouring light intensified, and I expanded into an infinite sea of joy. It came to me, suddenly, that being filled with light is what it feels like to die, and the body is a prison that separates us from this sweet bliss.

I was not aware of driving the car—who was driving?—but as the interstate exit approached, the warm light slowly ebbed away. Sensation came back into my hands, and I carefully steered the car down the ramp in what seemed like slow motion. At home, I prepared for the doctor’s appointment and telephoned my charismatic Christian mother-in-law to tell her what had happened to me. She was the only person who, at that time in my life, understood.

In the gynecologist’s office, I was still exhilarated and overflowing with joy when he examined me and announced that the large tumor on my left ovary had disappeared. “It must have been the prescription I gave you to take over the weekend,” he said. I knew better. I had been healed by radiant light and the blissful love inside of the light. Some mysterious force had touched me, and I would never be the same.

Over the next twelve years, I could neither doubt nor deny this healing. Was the light inside or outside of me? How could I get back to it again? Not knowing where or how to get logical answers to my questions, I stayed busy working as a freelance writer, directing a peace and justice group, and managing two headstrong daughters as a single mother.

It was years before I recognized it, but an invisible current was directing me to the answers to my questions via story assignments on psychic phenomena, altered states of consciousness, and creativity and the brain. Everything converged in late 1987, at about two o’clock in the morning. I had just finished writing an eye-opening article about a social justice advocate that was powerful enough to make a difference in people’s lives. So I was happy and unusually quiet as I closed down my computer and roamed around in my bedroom—a little sleepy yet exhilarated—when an indefinable urge came over me to sit down with pen and paper, listen inwardly, and write down what I heard.

Thus began my relationship with my soul, whose kind, gentle wisdom in hundreds of meditative writings led me out of a dark pit of self-hatred and worthlessness and into the clarity, peace, and light of my spirit. Twelve years later while in Virginia Beach, VA writing a book about this transformation, I asked inwardly for a scientific explanation of my journey in consciousness—without which I would not have published the book. The next day, I was intuitively urged to visit the A.R.E. Bookstore to find an issue of Common Boundary magazine, a national publication for which I’d written in previous years but had not seen since.

Emblazoned on the magazine cover was a headline, “Evolving Consciousness,” which struck an instant chord of recognition. This interview about Electroencephalography (EEG) with the awakened-mind pioneer, Anna Wise, scientifically explained the brainwave development that opened up my psychic abilities. The information was the first of three logical proofs that I’d sought for my first book on inspired writing and the science of spirituality, titled The Voice of the Soul: A Journey into Wisdom and the Physics of God.

Little did I know, as I reluctantly followed my writings’ guidance to study with Anna Wise seven years later, that I would assist her at the Esalen Institute and succeed her as a world authority on EEG and the development of consciousness. Teaching this work across the United States and writing about it in international publications turned out to be my soul’s destiny, a fascinating and deeply fulfilling lifework that is more than I ever hoped for or could have imagined.

Soul guidance in dreams led me to record meditation CDs and to write this book, a scientific and mystical explanation and experience of intuition that comes out of some thirty years of investigation—all of it incredibly synchronistic—of the brain, meditation, consciousness, and how the psychic soul manifests in our daily lives.

You will find in these pages the compelling stories of meditation masters, professional psychics, angel communicators, hands-on healers, neuroscientists, physicists, and many other credible people engaged in the experience and study of consciousness and intuition. Foremost among them is Edgar Cayce, whose psychic readings helped bring about the spiritual awakening that is now taking place all over the world.

Writing this book has been a joy and a privilege. It motivated me to delve more deeply into the Cayce readings on psychic material, where I was delighted to find the language and concepts used by quantum physicists to describe the intuitive process and the nonlocal mind of God. The brainwave research and two new superconscious patterns I present here for the first time validate the Cayce readings about the psychic soul as well as the scientific findings of quantum physicists.

On a personal level, the revelations in this book have inspired me to open up to new psi experiences that have expanded me into deeper and higher states of awareness. For this personal growth, I am inexpressibly grateful.

I hope and trust that this book’s journey into the superconscious will be equally as exciting and rewarding for you.