About the book Letters From Adam: A call to remember - a true story of when one man left himself in lost memory and the journey he undertook in reconnection to Self. When are 'remembering' and 'awakening' the same? When the end is the beginning. Remembering what has been forgotten is actually the same as awakening to the pre-existing truth that awaits us all once we begin our journey back to fullness. The life we find ourselves within on earth is where we need to begin; we need to start where we find ourselves. As if pre-ordained or pre-encoded, the journey back to fullness often begins with an uncomfortable set of circumstances that if ignored, can cause a disruptive force capable of changing any life path. Just as a limb gone 'asleep' due to poor circulation while in bed at night, the itchy, tingling recirculation of life force can be quite disconcerting. Letters From Adam is my initial attempt at documenting the process of personal awakening that took over my life so forcefully that there would be no turning back. Half way through my life events colluded and collided in order to shake me so deeply that even the most distant and lost aspects of personal experience were summoned to parade before my eyes in the form of current circumstances so precisely arranged and choreographed that I could not stay-put; I had to emerge into greater fullness or go deeper into the insanity of denial. Some ancient, original part of me simply 'knew' it was time to return to fullness, to awaken from the slumber I had allowed some part of me to believe was my reality. I found myself in a danger zone, and most of the supporting actors and actresses around me felt the brunt of the angst of my choosing to remember while they wished only for a calm consistency of the life they were still carving out. I had to chosen this life as the one of remembering, and that harshness and edginess left none untouched. Emerging from this slumber was like living two lives at once; one life was fading away and falling apart while this 'other' life began to take on more and more presence, yet it was not a life that was complemented by the outside world of current events. Like so many others who have made this choice I felt like a stranger here, an alien to the culture so engrained in personal history that all I could do was call upon an unseen force to guide me and serve as my midwife in this birth so long overdo. Adam appeared through Lynda and I resisted, complained, accused, ranted and raved, all the while leaving behind characters and memories of times long gone and glimpsing more of the original memory that I had left behind. It's four years now after the publishing of Letters and the story has finally begun to make sense to me. I don't know how many of us are awakening now, remembering that original relationship that set all of our lives into motion, but I am certain that I am not alone and that my story will resonate with others. I also know it is time to remember, time for some of us to awaken and return to that fullness of Self and then, there, we will know and understand and it will be fine. For myself, this has been a journey avoided for a long time, and the love and commitment showered upon me by my recovery team is most certainly not of this world! So who are we; where are we from? We're not saints or heroes, avatars or ascended masters-in-the-making, nor are we special in any way. We are simply aspects of consciousness that have already made the choice to awaken, to remember what was, what is, and move on. No longer afraid of the Forbidden Memory that we left behind when we agreed to travel into this world of manifested wonder, we approach the threshold of time as we had come know it, and gather our wits about us. Perhaps, in time, we all undergo a similar journey; perhaps this is just how I have gone about it. But to my brothers and sisters who know of what I speak I say: Welcome; let's leave this place somehow better off for our journeying here, let's let the light of true understanding shine through the fear that pervades this current mindset, and let's remember who we are. Remembering You, As Always, IAm.