How did this all come about? And where am I coming from?? To explain this, I have to take you back to 1971. The year I began working on my Ph.D. at The University of New Mexico in Albuquerque. I was the typical intellectual rebel. Questioning and challenging everything, including the status quo. But my primary target was religion. Not religion per se, but all of those sanctified notions that I blamed on religion, the Bible and God. While I would not in my wildest dreams dare to compare myself to Saint Paul of Tarsus {Apostle to the Gentiles} I have from time to time mused that I was a modem offshoot of what a person like Paul might have done had he been alive in 1972 A.D.
I cross-examined every human inequity. From green grass versus concrete, to wealthy vs. poor, and most of all, the absurdity of death. Which at that time I blamed on God. I recall having silent battles with God while driving the streets of Albuquerque. Questioning, yea deriding Him for sanctioning death, wars, floods, earthquakes, tornados and a host of other calamities that claimed innocent human lives. To me at that time, such natural disasters were idiotic. Trust me. It took me 20 years to overcome those feelings. And during those 20 years, I read and researched, investigated, scrutinized, sought out interlibrary loaned books, and practically reread the entire Old and New Testaments in an effort to reconcile my doubts.
Thankfully, I no longer seek answers to the issues mentioned above. They have all been reconciled. Completely understood. Totally accepted, and indisputably proclaimed {by me} to be the paramount plan for humankind. I can't believe that I was once so narrow minded as to blame God for all of the things I was blaming Him for! However, the form of instruction came to me as a great surprise. Before I reveal that, I must first mention some biblical examples of what I mean.
In the Revised Standard Version of the Bible, Matthew, chapter 17, verse 5, Jesus led his disciples (Peter, James, and John} up a high mountain where they were greeted by Moses and Elijah. And while Peter was talking, a bright cloud overshadowed them and a voice from the cloud said, "This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him." In the King James Version of the Bible, Matthew, chapter 3, verse 17, right after being baptized by John, Jesus heard a voice saying, This is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased. In the King James Version of the Bible, Acts, chapter 9, verses 3-17, Paul on his way to Damascus, fell to the earth as the result of the intensity of a light from heaven that shone upon him. After falling, he heard a voice say to him, "Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?" And the men who journeyed with him stood speechless, hearing a voice, but seeing no man.
What I have illustrated above is that the Bible is replete with examples of the Lord's voice speaking to individuals. Sometimes from the sanctity of a cloud. Sometimes under the glow of a bright light. And sometimes, they heard only His voice. Furthermore, I am stating that my first "revelational lesson" while living in Albuquerque in 1972 was in this same manner followed
by several more occurrences in a like manner even to the present day.
From my years of self education, I found usable material for inclusion in my Black Studies classes at The University of Southern Colorado, which I taught from 1978 through 1999. I also included many of my discoveries in public presentations made in Pueblo, Colorado Springs and Denver between 1974 and 2005. Use of my notes from varied texts provided the references you will find in this book. But the impetus for including them as well as the chapters and the manner in which they were stated were spiritual.

So much so that at times I found myself writing and typing without knowing what words would appear next. And at other times, I felt that I had no idea of how to complete a sentence or paragraph. With my mind totally blank, I would then continue to type whatever words were being given to me by the spiritual source that had directed me to that point. At first it was quite eerie, but I got used to it, and instead of worrying about how to proceed, I found it was easier to just relax, let my mind go blank and let my fingers type on their own. Had you been there beside me when I traveled on the road from Rye to Colorado City; from Colorado City to Pueblo; from Vineland to the University; on the paths circling the University; while driving down South Road or 30th Lane or Aspen, or Cortner or Baxter Road; standing in front of my fireplace...even while I slept at night, you would not have seen, nor would you have heard a thing. But I did.

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"I JESUS CHRIST MY STORY REVEALED TO DR. ELMER E. WELLS" From Dr. Elmer E. Wells.