The Rose of Baghdad

The book speaks of a journey, a journey awakening in a place that I had no interest in being in, lost and never quite feeling like you belonged anywhere here. Being confirmed as a Catholic, and feeling that there was nothing of value within the prerequisite spiel projected by the various nuns and priests, I intuitively knew that there had to be something of much greater value beneath all that was known as 'Religion'.

So from an early age I just knew I had to find out what was behind it all. This, was my time to go home, my search took a lifetime, I found that if you truly wanted to find the truth about God, then God will place the information somewhere in your path, sometimes a book will mysteriously appear in your path. Sometimes certain people are placed in front of you for a time that will steer you in the right direction. But regardless the truth will come. Organized religion has a place in the world but as I found out, it is nothing more than a stepping stone, a stage that the soul must go through until it intuitively knows, and yearns for the whole truth.

This was my journey, a journey of being lost in a wilderness of confusion, and having a vague idea that there was something of great beauty underlying all that occurs on earth, to a place of inner peace, and of knowing that what we really are cannot ever die or cease to exist, a rare commodity if one refers to any newspaper. My journey was not without loss, the journey home requires facing every fear that you have as I did, but as I discovered, fear cannot exist in our real home, it should not exist here.