• Your true essence survives the physical death of your body • Your soul is the true essence of who you are; not your body • In all likelihood, you have lived before in a much different body • All souls originated from the same God-sourced energy • As humans living on Earth, we are 'ONE' big, soul family This book combines science and spirituality in a unique way. It contains carefully documented descriptions by a trained research scientist of visions, which I received as a result of prayers and requests for information. Science of Prayer validates the usefulness of walking a path of spiritual wholeness. The author describes his search for answers to help explain his experiences. This journey takes us through the study of consciousness, psychic development classes, training in an energy healing modality, and much more. It describes what the author did, and suggests exercises to help put you in the best possible position to receive the guidance that you are given. Richard Rominger "This remarkable story gives us all a glimpse into what is possible when you allow your six sensory abilities to open up to Spirit". -Sonia Choquette, New York Times bestselling author

Science of Prayer

- Your Prayers Are Answered -By Richard S. Rominger

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2012 Richard S. Rominger
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-4261-4

Contents

Overview................................................vIntroduction............................................ixChapter 1: Why Me? Why Not You?.........................1Chapter 2: My Traditional Education.....................12Chapter 3: Spreading My Wings...........................22Chapter 4: The "Red Hue" Appears........................29Chapter 5: A Paradigm Shift Occurs......................36Chapter 6: My Search for Answers........................48Chapter 7: Back for More Visions........................75Chapter 8: Psychic Readings.............................92Epilogue................................................119Recommended Reading.....................................123Acknowledgments.........................................127About the Author........................................129

Chapter One

Why Me? Why Not You?

"Let the Journey Begin"

Why me? Why was I allowed to have this incredible mystical experience? Although I have a strong belief in God, or what some may call a "higher power," I am not overly religious. I was raised in a conservative family on a farm in Montana and baptized as a Methodist. I am still amazed that I was blessed with this fantastic, life-changing experience, but why me? After giving this serious thought, the only conclusion that makes sense is that, as a trained research scientist, I am trained to look for and document details. Therefore, the facilitator(s) of my experience knew how I would react to the situation and is (are) using me as a messenger. I have always thought of myself as normal in every way. Since this all began, my recurring thought is that other people must also be having these same experiences, and yet I haven't heard about them. As a scientist, with a Ph.D. in agronomy from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, my skeptical, analytical mind never imagined that anything like what I discuss in this book was possible. In fact, I believe that the rational mind will try to rationalize away any significance of my experience, as often occurs with events not fully understood. I ask you, the reader, to keep an open mind as to what may be possible for your life in a human body. As you begin to read about my life, you will come to realize that I am no different from you and that you could just as easily have been the one to have this experience.

Life for me has always been interesting, exciting, and a search for something more. Finding my life's purpose has always been a driving force for me, which continues to this day. Change, transition, and challenge were concepts that I was introduced to as soon as I was born in Helena, Montana. I started out life in the body of a mother who could not keep me. After my birth, I was placed in an adoption home where I stayed until I was three months old. It was at that point that the blessings of God started shining down on me, as I was adopted by a loving family in rural Montana. I am told that my immediate relationship with my new mother got off to a somewhat rocky start. Since I wasn't used to being held much at that point, I vomited all over my new mother when she picked me up for the first time—definitely not a good way to make a favorable first impression. I evidently had other redeeming qualities because shortly after that episode, she and my father made the decision to take me home. They loved me as their own, always supported my desires and goals, and most importantly, allowed me to be myself. While playful and curious in nature, I have always had a serious side that challenges and questions existing ideas. I am sure this made me a challenge to raise. Although frustrated at times I am sure, my parents never showed any lack of commitment or love toward me. I always felt very loved and wanted.

My parents never adopted any other kids; I grew up in their home as an only child. Although wonderful in some respects, this can be a very lonely life growing up. It was great to be able to get all of my parents' attention when I wanted it, but as I grew older, that sometimes became problematic for me—especially as a teenager when I began to stretch and search for my own identity.

My loneliness as an only child was greatly tempered by the fact that I was able to grow up in a small rural community where I had many cousins to play and have fun with. My Aunt Kay and Uncle Jerome and their five kids provided me with a second home of sorts, filled with love, laughter, fun, and kindness. Their five kids—four boys and a girl—were my siblings. We only lived about a mile apart, so it was easy to see them all the time. I was able to stay at Aunt Kay's house when my parents needed to go to town. Kay was really like a second mother to me. As I look back on this, I know I was truly blessed to have her in my life.

My cousins and I shared many joyful and trying times together. As I recall some of these memories, emotions flood back to me, ranging from excitement, fear, joy, love, trepidation, resignation, commitment, and trust, to name a few. My cousins' ages ran from three years older than me to seven years younger than me. Of course, this allowed me to cycle in to the level of fun and trouble that I felt I could handle at any given time. Many opportunities on both ends of the activities spectrum presented themselves on any given day. This made staying with Aunt Kay and her family simultaneously exhilarating and challenging. As with any family, competition for resources was a constant challenge: food on the table, positive attention from a senior authority (Aunt Kay in most cases), etc. There were times when it became a personal asset to be a nephew instead of a son in Aunt Kay's household. If something happened that required immediate discipline, I could hide in the shadows until things calmed down, knowing that in all the confusion I would not be the first to be targeted for corrective action with five other warm bodies nearby. I also learned the technique of blaming my cousins before they could blame me for things that I did that met with disapproval.

Many of my most memorable, exciting times were spent out in nature. My cousins had horses, cows, dogs, and cats that we could play with outside. I remember one animal in particular that gave us many hours of happiness and that loved us all unconditionally: Goldie, a twenty-something-year-old, sway-backed mare, well beyond her prime. She hauled us around every acre of the nearby countryside for hours on end, sometimes with four of us on her back. She never balked or hesitated when we wanted to go somewhere or stop for a rest and play en route to nowhere. She loved being with us kids as much as we enjoyed having her as a playmate. As I think more about our respective roles in this long-lasting friendship, she was really our babysitter, and we were her ticket to a more exciting existence. Since there were six of us and there was only room on Goldie's back for four of us, we had to find some ingenious way for the lowest ones on the pecking order to come along. We put our collective minds together to devise a solution. We knew that whatever we used would need to be big enough to hold at least two of us, as well as all the snacks and water we thought we might need on our outing, yet leave enough room so we could pick up and bring home any prize collectibles we might find along the way,...