On my way home from watching the partially animated Disney movie, Tron, in 1982, I experienced the familiar feeling that I was about to receive, intuitively, some important information. I'd had many mystical experiences in my life, and I knew this was going to be an important message.

Tron was about a boy who had been zapped into the inner world of a video game. The programs were alive in a world of their own, and they communicated with this "user." I had noticed a thinly veiled spiritual theme while watching the movie. Now, on the way home from the theater, deeper meanings were being revealed to me from a higher source.

Then, in my mind's eye, I saw the unclear image of a man's face. I felt intuitively that this man had mastered the spiritual knowledge I had been unraveling through the years in my own spiritual search. After seeing this image, I saw a set of blue hardback books on a bookshelf. Fortunately my wife, Jill, was driving, because the image was so imbedded in my consciousness that I could concentrate on nothing else; I saw the books before me whether my eyes were open or closed.

I felt that this man's writings would tie my seemingly separate spiritual understandings together, something I'd been trying to do for years. I knew that I was to find these books, that they were to be an important part of my life, and that I should begin my quest immediately.

I began searching metaphysical bookstores in Atlanta and in other cities I visited in my business travels, but to no avail. The closest thing I found was Alice Bailey's books, all dark blue, but I knew from my vision that the books I sought were written by a man. I felt certain they would come into my life when I was ready for them, but it was up to me to find them.