Proof of Heaven

materialistic age needs to hear as well, because in terms of who we really
are, where we really came from, and where we’re really going, we all feel
(wrongly) like orphans. Without recovering that memory of our larger
connectedness, and of the unconditional love of our Creator, we will
always feel lost here on earth.
So here I am. I’m still a scientist, I’m still a doctor, and as such I have
two essential duties: to honor truth and to help heal. That means telling
my story. A story that as time passes I feel certain happened for a reason.
Not because I’m anyone special. It’s just that with me, two events
occurred in unison and concurrence, and together they break the back of
the last efforts of reductive science to tell the world that the material
realm is all that exists, and that consciousness, or spirit—yours and mine
—is not the great and central mystery of the universe.
I’m living proof.