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My father was an inventor, an alchemist, and a visionary—a true trailblazer in his own right. Growing up I spent a lot of time helping him in his laboratory, where he invented hydrogen car engines in the early ’70s, high-pressure water pumps, and all sorts of other amazing patented creations. He was especially fascinated with perpetual motion, centrifugal force, and water-oil based emulsion— all principles that he turned into highly advanced prototype engines. Entering my dad’s laboratory was like crossing over into a different dimension, an inner world full of ideas, emotions, and experiments.

Between learning about the elements as well as basic mechanics, my dad taught me how to go straight from a vision in your mind’s eye, to a quick sketch on a piece of paper with lots of black fingerprints, to a real functioning engine that would run flawlessly for decades and decades. He was never one who did a lot of technical drawings. When it came to his inventions, there was no back and forth sincehe never doubted his Divine downloads, and for that matter, neither did anyone else. The blueprints in his head were so clear and precise that he could always implement them right away and then perfect the machine iterations as he went along. My father’s brilliance lit a spark within me, too. I always felt special being around my big creator-daddy. Every day with him was an adventure, a pursuit of a bigger goal, a better future, a well-oiled engine. Yet, we never arrived. We never reached a finish line.

When I was 17 years old, my father passed away as the result of a brain tumor. It was a tragic event, and I did not want to let him go. I was by his side when I saw his soul leave his body. It was at that point that I realized I could see beyond ordinary reality. A fraction of my soul went with him into the Upper World. I could see another dimension, a heavenly place. I knew I was left with no choice. I was going to have to fully realize my own dream because my father’s dream had been so tragically aborted before he could reach a sense of completion. My father’s passing made me angry about dying in vain. Since I didn’t want to die with any of my potential unfulfilled, I went for my dream with a trailblazing ferocity. His death gave me the jet fuel I needed to take off.

This is an excerpt from my new book, Sole to Soul: How To Identify Your Soul Purpose and Monetize It, which is available now!  To download a free chapter and order, please click here.