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Once upon a time, a child was born 3 weeks late and he was late ever since. He never got any degrees in anything except burns and varying degrees of sobriety. But, he did obtain much experience, and from experience, he would tell you, there is nothing like experience. Experience is the truest teacher, and he hopes you may learn from his.

There was always a primary, unending, natural thirst to know, understand and realize all the secrets, reasons, causes and effects of almost everything. He quit asking everyone his questions when he was 23 for he discovered no one could answer them. So, for over 34 years, ceaselessly, tirelessly and endlessly, he dug deeply into the mines of the self, for the gems of truth. If anyone would ask him, he would tell them, that the way is within. All things are found there, as primary reality is within, and secondary reality is without. He would tell them that the concept, or perception, of separation is one of the greatest myths of humanity. That there are a great many more similarities, than differences with him, you, them, or her, young or old, everyone.

He would encourage anyone to meditate every day, no matter what. For within each, therein lies primary reality.

The author is working on another book to basically chronicle the many more experiences, of the genre of the stories ending Outdoor Adventures. He just started with the fun stuff. So, if you happen to be a Divine infused reader, you just may enjoy reading The Inner Adventure, and just like Outdoor Adventures, all 100% true.

It begins…………….

The earliest memories I recall were of dreams. They were consistent until the age of seven and even at the age of three to five, I knew they were different. If one could imagine that you are as big as a galaxy. You are watching two other galaxies colliding in slow motion, yet it is happening in the twinkling of an eye. The sound is beyond description. Well beyond a deafening, thunderous roar. And at the same time as being as big as a galaxy, being so small that you could easily walk through a cotton ball. Hard yet soft. Hot yet cold, fast and slow, all at the same time. These dreams always came with the same experience of a quite fitful sleep and waking up with the blankets wrapped around me like a python. My head at the footboard, or sideways on the bed, mouth open and unable to swallow because the throat was so dry.

I forgot about these dreams for almost 20 years until, while meditating, the same sensations returned……………… then the memories flooded in and I remembered……..