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How I Found the Urantia Book—ROSEY LIESKE (1975) 

THE URANTIA BOOK came to me directly as a result of a prayer. In my mid-twenties I was going through a lot of trial and tribulation (of my own making) and in the midst of it searching hard for the real meaning of life. I’d always been a spiritual person but had become increasingly disenchanted with my search through religious philosophies, both Eastern and Western. It dawned on me, one day in the shower, that I could simply choose not to believe in God at all. Somehow that thought had never occurred to me. As I had the thought, I mused aloud, “Why believe in God, anyway?” and a voice clear as a bell, from inside my head, said a single word in reply: Survival.

I’d never had anything like that happen before. It shook me up and I began searching again, only now through books on physics, on the philosophy of mathematics, on Copernicus, Newton, Einstein—piles of books, searching and searching.

Finally, still frustrated, I prayed. I hadn’t prayed since I was a child. Sitting on the bed, addressing this prayer to “Uh . . . dear God or anybody else out there,” expressed how frustrating it was not to be able to find any intelligent data on either God or the meaning of life.

A few weeks later, strolling past a neighbor’s house on the way to the woods, I was invited in for tea. There was a big blue book on the coffee table. Having befriended many books in recent months, I was astounded by the odd feeling that this one was somehow alive, like an organic entity of some kind, vibrating. I commented on it to my neighbor and he encouraged me to look through it.

It was the claim that many of the papers were written by angels that caught my eye. I’d believed in angels from childhood. Yet, the book seemed strange. From then on my neighbor would let me come over and read it whenever I wanted. Finally, I asked him if I could take it home and make up my mind about its being real or not. Three weeks of reading passed—till critical mass was reached. “I want to understand this. No, I want to master this.” Ah, the ego of youth!

Now, many years later, I want it to master me.

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