Should you ever decide to shake your fist at God and demand truth, hold on to your seat and prepare yourself for a spiritual adventure the likes of which you've never imagined.
On Easter Sunday of 1971, Carolyn Greer Daly did exactly that and found herself propelled across the sea of tradition onto the foreign shores of another realm of reality. In innocent trust she opened a door and stepped over the threshold with no idea of where it would lead. Most stories have a beginning, middle, and an end. Her fascinating story is different, as she writes: "I'm not sure when it began - perhaps on Easter Sunday, 1971, or perhaps hundreds of years before that date with a lady named Ellen - and I doubt that it will end with my death. It is my hope that this story will continue when someone else... picks up a pen and finds me on the other side."
