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.
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!
years later, I want it to master me.