BEGAN reading the
Urantia Book in March of 1972, on the
island of Jamaica. I had gone there
after my husband’s suicide. I was 23 at
My husband and
I had first seen the book in September
of 1971. We had traveled to Colorado
with a group of friends, all recent
graduates of Cornell University. Our
lifestyle was typical of the times—we
were hippies and political activists. We
found ourselves living in the Colorado
mountains in a large trailer with nine
people and five dogs. One individual,
Ron, who had been living in the trailer
before we arrived, had the Urantia Book
and would often read passages aloud. We
all congregated around a large
cable-spool kitchen table, and were
generally stoned. At the time, I didn’t
understand what Ron was reading, but I
had this strange and unusual notion that
the Urantia Book was a holy book, and
that Ron and his girlfriend, Sheri,
could help me. This is, in fact, what
commune was short-lived. After six weeks
or so, many of us decided to go back to
Ithaca, New York. Instead of driving
back in a caravan as we had done when we
originally drove out, we went in
separate directions. Ron and Sheri
arranged to come with us. By December of
1971, six of us (three couples) found
ourselves living in a comfortable house
in upstate New York. This too was
short-lived. On January 3, 1972, Allen,
my husband of less than five months,
killed himself by jumping off the
suspension bridge at Cornell University.
(Sadly, this is not an uncommon
phenomenon). As you may imagine, I was
in total shock. I felt utterly lost. My
whole life was disintegrating.
later, I went to Jamaica with Ron and
Sheri. We planned to stay there forever.
We went to a non-tourist part of the
island where Peace Corps workers lived.
Ron resumed reading from the Urantia
Book. This time he was reading about
Thought Adjusters, and what he read went
straight to the core of my
consciousness, resonating truth to my
soul. I immediately usurped Ron’s book
and was soon reading it voraciously.
a few weeks—after starting to read the
book, I had an experience with Jesus. My
background is Jewish. I knew absolutely
nothing about Jesus. I was with my two
friends on the beach and felt I had to
kill myself—drown myself—in retribution
for Allen’s death, yet I wanted to live.
Tears streamed down my face and I felt
the presence of Jesus come to me. I felt
him say that he didn’t want me to die. I
was cradled in his comforting presence.
I believe I was truly reborn there.
this, I received a telegram that my
father had suffered a severe heart
attack. My mother had been stricken with
a debilitating stroke not long before,
so I left Jamaica after being there
about six weeks and stayed with my
parents until October of 1972. I had no
siblings. Everyone close to me was dead
or dying. However, I felt very strong. I
was empowered by God. I had never known
God before. My reality was completely
reading the Urantia Book that October.
Ron and Sheri stayed with me and my
parents for a while, then went to live
on a commune in upstate New York. I
never heard from them again.
Book completely changed my life. But
that’s another story.