““As a little girl growing up, I always felt I was something more than a physical being imprisoned within flesh and bone. There was a ‘me’ more pronounced outside the corporeal image; a ‘me’ that possessed all the enchantment of the spirit. I spent a lot of time gazing lustfully at all the open spaces, admiring all things holy; I listened to the whispering silence for the peace of God. The world of form never really made sense; there were questions more than answers. I was lost in the divine game. The world around me seemed to be talking or at least trying to convey a message; however, I wasn’t ready to comprehend it. The guises of the world of form clouded the truth in the meaning. I was listening and hearing but could not deduce the language locked in symbols. I could feel a pull of vibration begging for my absolute attention. The elders noticed my eyes appeared forever absent-minded. [9 – 10]””