My science teacher taught us there were only nine planets in our solar system. I knew this was wrong and begin arguing. I interrupted the class and carried on a long conversation with the teacher. My teacher told everyone that I was wrong and until I could prove what I knew to be the truth to just keep my mouth shut about what I thought to be true. I learned about embarrassment and yet I knew that I was right about this solar system having twelve planets. Why did I feel so strongly about what I knew to be the truth. The teacher had asked me how I knew this but I couldn't explain to her how I knew.

This was my first awakening experience to my own consciousness that something was different about me. I was told I was wrong and that I should keep my thoughts to myself. I was told to trust what I was being taught was the truth. I did as I was told. I was a good student and learned what I was taught but still kept my own suspicions about truth and my thoughts to myself. I had memories and experiences that I learned were not like others. I was different in more ways than one which made me wonder was I only a human being. There must be more to being human than what we were being taught in public school.

Why were there secrets about space on earth? I learned to find others who could feel. There was an excitement in some people when we discussed the NASA space program. I could feel others like myself when Sputnik flew over head and we were all outside watching and pointing toward the sky. That night, I knew where I belonged. I belonged with others in the sky. I was from another place and was only visiting this planet called earth. But, I also knew I was not alone. My earth parents never spoke of being from another planet and the closest thing I had learned about another place was in church.

We had a cultural tradition of going to church on Sunday. We had what was termed Sunday school for an hour and then we would all attend a church service which was taught by a preacher. I learned about places called heaven and hell. These places were complete opposites from one another and it was taught to me by my earth mother that these places could be experienced on earth because we could make our own heaven and hell on earth. But, the point in most of the preacher’s sermons were that if we were good on earth that when we died we would go to a place called heaven. If we were bad in life on earth then when we died we would go to a place called hell. I decided that church wasn't a place to find out about where I actually came from before I came to earth. I wanted to go home when I left earth. It wasn't a place called heaven or hell. There were only two choices offered to me in my traditional culture of religion. I decided that someday when I was an adult, I would search out others who believed as I did.

To make a long story short, I will add that I shall expound on my life in the book I hope to complete in this lifetime. I am not sure how to categorize it for marketing purposes. Although I have had many publishers offer to assist me in the paranormal and spiritual genres. The new age section is where I foresee it being sold. But this crosses over into various categories as have my life experiences. But, I am told I am a scribe and need to share this new book. One might say that I am guided to write for future generations to find their way on the path of ascension.

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