I never really knew there was a decision to be made.   But I found out one day in April 1975. 

I was living in Leceister, Vermont and working in a day care center in nearby Brandon.  Paul and I had been searching for the truth in many places, including in eastern religions and astrology.  I figured it didn’t matter what you actually believed—that whatever you believed was true for you—but one night during an astrology meeting, I began to wonder if that really was right.

On one particular night, the subject of reincarnation came up.  A friend of mine, who was of a Buddhist persuasion and who did not believe in reincarnation, got upset with the rest of us because we were talking about it as if to assume it were true.  He felt we were very closed-minded to the possibility that reincarnation might not be true.  That bothered me.  As I pondered on all this, my philosophy began to crumble.  How can two opposite things be true at the same time?  Either reincarnation is true or it isn’t!  I wanted to know the truth.

I had been studying the teachings of an Indian yogi sent to me monthly by mail.  The lessons taught me to say, “I and the Father are one” and at the end of my daily meditation time, I was taught to pray to “the Father.”

Soon after that astrology meeting, at the end of my meditation time, I prayed to the Father.  I said, “Father, there must be one absolute truth around which everything else revolves.  Show me what to believe and what not to believe.” 

Paul had recently returned to Vermont after a long absence.  We wanted to see if there was anything to the relationship we had begun some months earlier.  Something had happened to him while he was gone.  I didn’t understand it at the time, but he said he’d had some experience with Jesus Christ and I knew he was different…

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