If you’ve been reading in chronological order, you would have noticed that I’ve already made several mentions of Edgar Cayce, the American Prophet.

In the opinion of those in the know, there is no greater storehouse of knowledge on the nature of our relationship with our Universe, and with each other, than the information which came via the sleeping Cayce and can be accessed in the 14,000+ transcribed readings.

My relationship with Edgar, in this current incarnation at least, began around the age of thirteen. While browsing the bookshelves of the long-defunct Hills department store, at the former MJ Mall, in Carlisle, PA. a particular book caught my eye. That book was The Edgar Cayce Primer. That I recall, this was in fact the first book I ever purchased. With apologies to Herbert Puryear, Ph.D, as a thirteen year old boy, this book was totally unreadable. The quality of the book aside, the significant point was the fact that I was drawn to Edgar Cayce at an early age. In my life up to then, I had no prior knowledge of who he was, nor the significance of his work and achievements. This specific action was a sort of foreshadowing to the direction my life would take, and many of my extraordinary experiences which I’ve shared in these pages.

The next time Edgar would find me was in 1995, in the home where my godfather grew up. Mind you, this was no ordinary home. This was Pretty Penny, the longtime home of the First Lady of the American Theater, Helen Hayes, who also happened to be the mother of my godfather. Helen passed on March 17th, 1993, which was the date of my 23rd birthday. Unfortunately I never did have the opportunity to meet her. My reason for being there in Nyack-on-the-Hudson, NY, was to assist my godfather in preparation for the sale of Pretty Penny to Rosie O’Donnell. Since I was the most agile of the group, I was given the task of clearing off the bookshelves. Halfway through my labor, I came across The Sleeping Prophet, by Jess Stern. In reading the forward, I recognized the last name of the couple to whom the book was dedicated, as it was the same last name of a student of mine that semester. This student had made mention of spending time with family in Virginia Beach, VA, so I was almost certain this was no coincidence. Later I learned that they were, in fact, his grandparents. This book had a significant impact upon me, as it led me to greater investigation into the Cayce Readings, a pursuit that has continued to this day. As well, it inspired me to spend several months in Virginia Beach studying manual healing modalities at the Cayce/Reilly School of Massage at the Association for Research and Enlightenment.

There is also an interesting fact that Edgar Cayce’s birthday was March 18th, while my birthday is March 17th. Yes, technically I was born on the 17th, but it was at 11:49 PM… on the West Coast of the United States. What’s more, the doctors and nurses pressured my parents to have me on St. Patrick’s Day, to which they ultimately consented. Otherwise my birthday would have definitely been on the 18th.

During the Grand Opening Celebration of the renovated Historic Cayce Hospital building, on June 27, 2014, one of my favorite blessings was to occur. After receiving a steam bath and maybe the best Cayce/Reilly massage that I have ever had, I relaxed in the chairs under the tarp to wait for the ceremonies to begin. Just before the tour of the facilities was to commence,  Heaven’s Divine Tears of Joy graced those present with a manifestation. While I doubt that anybody else present on that labyrinth-patterned patio saw this brief spritz in this way, I knew from past experience what it was.

Historic Cayce Hospital

With these serendipitous circumstances as my basis, often I have imagined the past-life implications. Perhaps he was a friend, or more likely, I was a follower of ‘Edgar’ in at least one of his more influential lifetimes. Could even be that I received an actual reading from him in a previous incarnation. For the time being, I won’t know the answer to this, at least until I can find a way to access the Akashic Records similar to the way Edgar Cayce could.