I awoke from a sound sleep on August 2, 2016. It was The Urge that awakened me. I knew it well. I hadn’t felt it in nearly 10 years, but I knew it well.
The first dialogue I ever had with God began at 4:23 in the morning. And every morning for weeks I would be awakened between 4:15 and 4:30 by a deep inward urge: Get back to the dialogue.
This pattern continued for months (and subsequently, for years). I wondered if there was any significance to the timing it, but ultimate released any need to know.
When the first conversations with God material, scribbled on yellow legal pads, actually became a published book (I was told in the dialogue that it would, so I sent it to a publisher on a dare), I thought that maybe something important had taken place here. And when over a million people obtained the book, and I saw it being translated into 37 languages, I was shocked into certainty about that.
Then it came to pass that requests for me to speak outside the U.S. began arriving, and I had to find my birth certificate in order to apply for a passport. It was nowhere to be found among my personal papers, so I applied to the records department of the government where I was born, paying the fee and asking to be sent an official copy.