Dear Reader,
I f there is life after death, I have a theory that you walk down that corridor on your own. The bottom line is that you probably have to have your own map on what you think the creation is like. You adopt your own wisdoms that you have accumulated through life which have been sorted by your life's experiences and reflections. Where your wisdoms are accurate I think you receive an even road and where there are misconceptions there are roads to more enlightenment. If you read these books you may find some wisdoms to add to your map. Perhaps you will not. As everyone's road is different, I cannot say for certainty. So I have presented my map, not as a certainty, but for your own reflection and thought. It is my theory that very few souls are doomed. If you are a good neighbor and act mainly out of your heart, I think there is a path illuminated for you as you move on to the next life. I think that it is fairness; as a Hindu soul in India should have the same rights to a hereafter as a Christian in Europe or America. I think that the infinite spirit loves everybody the same. If that is true then He in the long run doesn't neglect anyone. Of course, I will learn just like anyone else how much use my map is when it is my turn to change lives. I hope each reader of these works finds great joy and wisdom in these books as I have. This is a fictional work as I cannot tell where and if the inspiration is true;however, as you read these paragraphs, you may find that some of the words will melt your hearts, at least that is my hope.
Best Wishes,
Michael C Hecht PE
Dear Reader,
I have included below the forward to volume 4 which is still in creation. It describes some of the trials I have had in the production of these books.
FORWARD Volume 4;
I don’t hear voices. It would be a lot easier writing the words if I did. But sometimes I feel thoughts that are seemingly alien to my way of thinking. When I receive those thoughts, I carefully write them down in paragraphs and pages.
In 2001 -2002, I started writing small paragraphs on pages. I wrote the work as a diary. On some days I would feel something to write and on others nothing. On each day that I wrote, I dated the page at the top and wrote and shaped the thoughts. As I developed the diary, it seemed to me that the writings were too repetitive. They were also too flattering to the scribe. Still I wrote these passages off and on for about a year and a half. Then I quit. I simply didn’t like the product that much.
In April of 2005, I started writing again. I am unsure why. The words poured out like in a waterfall. Page after page progressed to chapter after chapter. Within a few weeks, it was complete. I felt great wisdom in the work. I developed an elation about it. So I sent the files out to relatives, friends and friends of friends. It was rejected by all. It is my belief that there was widespread concern that I was going mentally ill.
I became despondent and embarrassed. At the same time I was confused as I celebrated the great wisdom in the work and wished that I could share it with others. But there was no celebration. Not from a single solitary soul. I decided to change the work. I thought that if I left all of the wisdom thoughts in the work and called it fiction, then maybe it would attract an audience. So I rearranged it.
I sent it to a few publishers. It was rejected again and again. Finally I gave up on it and quit working on it. I erased many of the files and threw all (I thought) of my hand written journals away. There was no welcome for it and there was no reason for having the thoughts that I had unless it was a mental disturbance. I rejected my own work.
Years went by. I worked a number of engineering jobs, but most of the time, I had steady income. I resolved that I would not write again. When any wisdom thoughts entered my mind, I quickly focused my thinking elsewhere. I was a worldly Man again.
Time elapsed and I did not seek the spirit of the Lord.
I was cleaning the desk at My office one day in September of 2007. I came across a journal that I thought I had destroyed. I reread the work.
The wisdom showed its merit. I was inspired to try again. So I typed a document and put together a message. I felt a blessing long since forgotten. I formed a fictional cocoon around the blessing which I called the “Van Man”. It had good humor in it and I didn’t think that it would affend anyone. I set Jesus Christ at the pulpit in our time, and set the wisdoms that I felt were genuine in the center, the innermost. I knew who my target audience was. The worldly Men. Besides I could not tell anyone with all certainty whether the wisdom seeds I loved so much were for an absolute, His. Still I felt that it might be a sacred light.
I built the words of Jesus Christ around a cocoon, surrounded by a Man’s story. The Van Man would find the revelation and share it with his friends.
I searched for a publisher again. I didn’t know where to turn. Certainly, I couldn’t share these words with a friend again.
There was one moment when I was searching, when Outskirts Press popped up on my screen. I read over their web page and decided to send my work to them. To make a long story shorter, the work was accepted. I know that they are a on demand publisher (and I still need to recoup a lot of money), but it was a relief to finally take that step.
Over the next couple of weeks I discovered Volume 2. It turned out to be the paragraphs I had written several years ago and had condemned myself.
I took the dates out of each writing and placed them in the order that they had been written. The work became Volume 1. I call it the advent of the scribe. As that volume’s subject centered around the scribe, I placed some of the paragraphs in Volume 2 there also since their subject was the same also.
I still had some more words that needed an audience. I had developed a science fiction story some years earlier. Within the science fiction story was a spiritual one. So I started again. Two spiritual leaders on a distant planet, discussing their dismal prospects and also discussing the Fate of Man. After the spiritual leaders led off the book in the first few chapters. I brought Jesus to the pulpit again. His vision in this book was another revelation which I felt and wrote specifically for this book. If you read his vision, you will see his concern for the future of Mankind and the future of His scribe. At the conclusion of his words, I set in place the remainder of my secular work about the aliens and their search for a Human with the right light.
I wrote all three books in three weeks. I had some difficulty after they were finished and sent to the publisher.
It is my personal belief that I have a blessing and a curse. When the blessings reach the paper I feel great grace and blessings. The curse often shortly follows and leads me into mental disturbances.
That is where the battle begins. I take every recommended medicine and still the plaque hails my mind from my usual sound judgment.
It was my inheritance from my father. He never felt the grace, but suffered many moments with the scourge.
When my first moments of the spirit welcomed themselves to my soul, I had great joy. But the moments came, where my judgment was settled by unknown forces, which practically destroyed my soul.
So I have to be careful, and when sleep is impossible and the disease threatens to destroy my soul, I fight with everything I have to save the grace that befalls and lights my path.
It is absolutely necessary that the reader understand that despite this underbelly of darkness that sometimes echoes down the corridors of my path, that the wisdoms always seem to survive the thorns and his grace comes in the still of my darkness and sets me free.
Thus I rest all of my work and blessing on the judgment of the readers who will search the innermost of my work with their hearts. They will know the times when the staff touches the rock; they will see the spring of His love on the pages of these books.
God bless them
