I have been asked to continue from where I left off from the last post, so here is the next chapter from my book.
The book is a bit dated now in parts, but never mind. It came about as a result of an e-mail exchange that took place between myself and a young Icelandic girl I had met at a shopping center in Reykjavik one weekend ten years ago. After the first chapter or two she said I should write a book. What followed was the result of that.
Later I thought perhaps I should “fill in some gaps” with more detail, and a second book resulted. A combined PDF of both books was revised in 2010, though a lot more has happened since then which has not been written. I have thought of re-editing the whole project and bringing it all up-to-date, but have not had the time as yet.
Let me know if you would like a copy, however, please bear in mind that my style is my own, much like this site, so please don’t expect a grammatically perfect nor “politically correct” work. It won’t be (you may as well know this up-front)!
Anyway, here is “Chapter 2”, and I may publish “Chapter 3” tomorrow, or at least sometime this coming week…
“What Happened Next!” or, “Chapter 2 of Why I Do What I Do!”
Right after the prayer, and explaining to Graham that I couldn’t explain, everything was different. Now I knew what it was that these people had, because now I had it too! I had no idea that this was going to happen, really! I knew I was looking for something, but I didn’t know what it was. “Love”, “Truth”, “Peace”, “Freedom”, yes, but if you had told me that this was how and where I was going to find it, and what was going to happen next as a result, I would have told you where to go, in no uncertain terms!
Actually it wasn’t like I found anything – it was more like it found me! It never ceases to amaze me how awesome everything has been, everything before this event, and then everything since. There is a distinct difference between the two though. Before was flat, dull, boring, meaningless, with no future, no answers, no purpose, like a fish floundering around on the ground, gasping for air, knowing it was only a matter of time before it would weaken away to death.
After was like being thrown into a huge, deep, wide ocean, with no limits, places to go, things to see, things to do, people to meet, and, more than anything – purpose! It’s actually gone even further than this, because now I’ve even explored beyond the ocean and taken off into space, the universe, and beyond! Wow! Soooooooo cool!
But again, I’m getting excited, and ahead of myself. Here’s what happened next.
Graham didn’t pray with me when I prayed this prayer. I don’t know why, maybe because he wasn’t asked at that time. I guess the guy who was talking to us just figured I was the one who was ready, so “went for it” with me. However, everyone there was as concerned for him as they were for me, so they wanted to talk to him some more, perhaps to explain a bit more, and give him the same opportunity.
While this was happening, I was invited to read the Bible with some of them. I said, “Sure”, again, not knowing what I was in for! Ha ha!
I had never read the Bible before. Why would I? I already knew all the stories — Jesus was born in a stable, because there was no room at the inn. Angels, shepherds and three wise men were involved. When he grew up he started roaming around telling people good stuff, performing miracles, and had disciples who followed him. In a little while he would be killed, but that He did this to “save” us.
“So? That was two thousand years ago. He was a good guy, but what has that got to do with me?”
We sat down at a table. A Bible was brought for me, and we opened to The Gospel of John, Chapter One, and started reading. As I said, I had never read the Bible before. All I knew about it was that it was written in very old English, which was difficult to understand, especially for a “storybook”.
Well, again, this is something that is kind of difficult to explain, but while reading the words on the pages, this wasn’t like reading a book! What I was seeing with my eyes, was going in through my eyes (like the words themselves were leaving the pages), coming into me, and down into my heart! And my heart was responding! It was thrilling! It wasn’t the words themselves, it was their Spirit, their very meaning! It was all so simple, so clear, so real, so true! It was like being fucked, and I loved it!!!
This went on for a couple of hours, and I couldn’t get enough, though it was a little tiring! Ha ha! Meanwhile, some others were talking to Graham. They encouraged him to pray, but, basically, he
wouldn’t, so they asked him to join us in reading, which he did, for a while.
At about 6:00 pm I was aware that Graham was getting up from the table. I was so absorbed in reading, that at first I couldn’t figure out what he was doing, but he was looking at his watch, and trying to get my attention. “Dave, we need to get going!” “Huh? What?” “We need to get going” “Going? Where?” “Home. It’s getting late. Our parents don’t know where we are. It’s going to take a while to get home. We need to go.”
It was then that I realized that Graham was intending to leave, and he wanted me to leave too, with him. I hadn’t expected this. It was a difficult moment. Here was my best friend, my only friend, the one responsible for introducing me to these people, and everything that had happened as a result. The one I felt, more than anyone, would understand what was happening, and he was leaving! Why?
I couldn’t get it, but I just looked at him and said, “Graham, where are you going?” “Home. It’s late. Our parents will worry.” “Graham, I just came home! I can’t leave! Where are you going? Why are you leaving?”
At this point, Graham seemed to realize that something had changed, something was different. I was different, and I wasn’t leaving with him. I was staying here, with these strangers. He freaked out a bit!
“What are you doing? How can you stay here? What will I tell our parents?” etc, etc. “I don’t know! Tell them I love them. Tell them I’ll be in touch. I’ll write, or phone, whatever. But I can’t leave Graham! I just found what I didn’t know I was looking for, and I’m not leaving. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but this is it!!! I had no idea, but I’m not going to let go of this, for anyone, I’m sorry”
Whew. Talk about a tough moment! Graham was in tears. I was nearly in tears. This was my best friend, and I watched him walk away, a very sorrowful guy! I was heart-broken! However, I knew that what had happened was worth more than million “friends”, at least more than friends that would be here today and gone tomorrow. Everything, including even those I loved, was so temporary, unsure, anything could happen, and often does, but what I now had was certain, fixed, sure, permanent, real, and it was just the beginning!!!
My new-found friends were more like a family. It really was “like coming home”, from a very, very long journey. A journey of desert, with little or no water, and I didn’t even know them. And yet, it was like we always knew each other. It was weird and strange, but very cool!
What followed could only be described as a very intense effort on the part of my parents to get me to “give up this idea” and “come home”. For two weeks straight I think they tried everything in the book. Quite clearly, they didn’t understand. But then, they weren’t willing to hear an explanation either! They were afraid, and confused.
It wasn’t until a couple of months later that I was to find out why, something about my past that I didn’t know about. They hadn’t told me, and were afraid of what my reaction would be if I found out. My leaving so suddenly had caught them off-guard, and they were scrambling around to try to get a hold on the situation, so this “big secret” could be resolved in some way I guess. (I’ll tell you later – it’s very cool, very romantic, and totally miraculous, convincing me even more that there was a plan for my life! Wow!)
My parents tried everything – phone calls, sending my favorite uncle to talk to me and bring me home, a lady who had gotten involved in religion and the church (and gone crazy) came “to help me see sense”, they called the newspapers (who sent a reporter to interview me), Graham called. Finally, as a last resort, they came themselves and physically tried to get me into the car to drive me away. None of this worked. Nothing and no-one was going to deter me, or take away from me what I now had! No-one! This was “the real deal”, “the real McCoy”, worth everything to gain and keep, even my life, and I knew it!
It was the Police that had to help my parents come to their senses. When they saw that I wouldn’t be moved (I was actually stuck to the ground, literally – an amazing experience!), they called the emergency number for the Police, who were on the scene pretty quick.
“Okay. What’s the problem here?” “This is our son. He left home two weeks ago, and has been living here with these people since. We want him to come home with us, but he won’t come. Would you please help?” “How old is he?” “Seventeen!” “When does he turn eighteen then?” “In January” “I see”. “Well, Sir, Madam. Would you mind if I give you just a little bit of advice?” “Okay”
“Technically, it’s true, your son is under-age. If you insist on it, we can arrest him, take him before a judge, and the judge can make him a ward of the court, and bind him to your care until he turns eighteen!” (My parents heaved a huge sigh of relief and said “Okay, let’s do that then”) “However.. (the policeman hadn’t finished). We don’t usually recommend this course of action!” “WHAT???” “Well, in our experience, this only leads to more upset and heartbreak and broken families. What usually happens is that the son or daughter often resents this, bitterly, and when they turn eighteen, they leave home anyway, and their parents never see them again! If I were you, I’d let him go and pursue whatever it is that he wants to do! Just make sure you leave the door open for him to return, if ever he wants to. He’ll thank you for it, and you’ll be thankful that you did. Trust me on this one!” Whew!
It was like the light went on for my parents, and they gave up! “Okay! I guess you’re right. Of course”. It was now relief for all of us, and, for the first time, I was actually able to talk to them and try to explain.
“Mum, Dad, I love you! I probably love you now more than I ever did! I know you don’t understand, but that’s okay. I don’t even understand it all. I just know this: You know how desperate I was for answers, a reason, a meaning to my life. I had no idea what I was looking for, or if it even existed. I certainly wasn’t looking for this! But, this is it! I’ve just got to do this! I’ll stay in touch, of course! Please, just try to understand” “Okay Dave! If that’s what you want to do. No, we don’t understand, but that’s okay. And if you find out that it’s not what you’re looking for after all, well then come home, okay? You’ll be welcome!”
Since that moment, though my parents’ understanding has taken a long time to grow, we’ve at least had a healthy respect and love for each other, and good communication. Quite different to how it was before I left, and immediately afterward. It’s gotten to the point now that they are even quite proud of me, and we’re even able to talk about some real deep stuff. It’s never too late for this sort of thing, and it won’t be long before they move on into the next dimension, and everything will be even clearer for them, I know. (My Dad “passed on” 24th December 2006)
Meanwhile, as I said, that moment was just the beginning for me. The beginning of miracles, faith, healing, near-death experience, talks with angels, visits in my dreams, visions, helpers from Heaven, journeys, supply, work, teaching, more and more truth, freedom, peace, love, friends and lovers, excitement, purpose, fulfillment, prophecies, and on and on, eternally, unending, forever and ever..
Life sure has taken some funny twists and turns though, many of which were quite unexpected, unplanned, or even not quite what I would have chosen myself! But I have no regrets! It’s all been GREAT, even the “bad” stuff!
I’ve been married three times now and have eight children (twelve actually, including the four step-children), six from my first marriage, which lasted fifteen years – four girls, two boys, four of these born in India. I was there at the birth of five of them. All of them were amazing, even down to their names. The oldest is now thirty three, and the youngest is twenty two (at the time of revision – all older now of course). My wife re-married, a friend of mine actually, and I’ve seen them all in the last few years. They are all growing up well, though I certainly love and miss them. I get e-mails from some of them occasionally. They all live in the UK.
My second marriage lasted ten years (there was a year to two year’s gap between the two). My second wife was a single-parent with four children already. She had never married. We met in Hong Kong. Sadly, her children really resented, and eventually hated me, which is a big reason why we are not together anymore. My youngest, a boy, is now seventeen years old (at the time of revision) and lives with his mother (Australian) in Australia. My second wife and I are still friends, but it is very unlikely that we will be together again, as it looks like our lives were brought together for a time, and now they have taken different paths.
Already, there are so many details left out of these two, short chapters, and what would follow would, or should, contain much more, especially all the “special stuff” that takes place all along the way, but I’m not sure that I have the time for this.
[ Editorial insert ]
17 November 2006
Okay, just so anybody reading this might think “This is ‘wimpy’!” — First, I would challenge anybody to live my lifestyle ‘24/7’, for 39 years (44 now)! But also, to give you an idea of some of the “details” that have been “left out” of the last two chapters (and since), here are some “headlines” (details not included).
— Some of the things that have happened, or that I have been involved in, during this time (exciting stuff!!!):
Besides the “near death experience” described in the next chapter (3)
While in Ireland I was caught in the middle of a series of car bombings that took place in Dublin in 1974.
While in Kashmir, India, I was caught in the middle of a war between India and Pakistan.
After fleeing Kashmir, I arrived in Delhi in time for the assassination of the Prime Minister at that time, Indira Ghandi, and as a result was caught up in the riots that followed, resulting in houses in the district all around where I was staying being burned, and people being killed.
A previous visit to India included and encounter with the Mumbai “mafia”, resulting in being literally, physically, thrown out of the apartment I was living in at the time (I was sick with fever at the time as well).
India is a “weird and wonderful” place, where almost anything can happen. While there I also got to appear in two movies, a TV commercial, and sang and played guitar in several concerts.
My name has appeared in newspapers in the UK three times (that I know of), once as a result of “a police raid” on my home at 7:00 am one morning. – I had done nothing wrong, but a
disgruntled former associate had gone to the police with a series of lies, resulting in the raid, accompanied by social services and the media! The police broke the law on thirteen counts themselves during this endeavor, and had to officially apologize, returning items previously stolen by a “plant” (someone posing as a “service worker” for my landlord)!
Typhoons are a regular occurrence in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and I have been present for a number of these, but there was a major earthquake in Taiwan, 1999 (this literally shook me out of
bed at 1:00 am) in which I was involved in the disaster relief.
There are quite a few other “events” that I cannot record here, simply because it would not be wise!
There are also the many, many “personal” experiences involved, with regards to individuals, on a literal “life and death” level, that cannot be recorded. However, if you are seriously
interested, come and ask me yourself, okay?
(To be continued)