THIS BOOK, LIKE ALL REALITIES, BEGAN WITH A THOUGHT. A THOUGHT THAT HAUNTED ME FOR THREE WEEKS DAILY, ALMOST HOURLY TO PUT ON PAPER THE IDEA THAT WAS CROWDING MY MIND! THE STRENGTHENED REALIZATION THAT I, LIKE EVERY LIVING THING, IS INHERENTLY MORE SPIRITUAL THAN THE REALITY WE SEE. ALMOST EVERY MOMENT, THE STILL QUITE VOICE THAT SPEAKS AND HELPS ME TO MAKE CHOICES IN MY EVERYDAY LIFE, WAS ENCOURAGING ME TO SHARE WITH THE WORLD, THE REVELATION THAT FACTUALLY THE SPIRITUAL MAKE UP OF OUR BEING IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR HUMANITY. THEY ARE GREATER UNSEEN ELEMENTS OF OUR EXISTENCE THAN WE CARE TO ACKNOWLEDGE. NURTURED AS A CHILD TO BE A BELIEVING CHRISTIAN, I WAS TAUGHT TO ACCEPT THE HOLY TRINITY, FATHER, SON, AND HOLY SPIRIT. THE THIRD PART OF THIS EQUATION WAS NEVER EMPHASIZED. AS A MATTER OF FACT I WAS ENCOURAGED TO FEAR THE SPIRITUAL PART. IN SOME INSTANCES IT WAS PRESENTED AS A GHOST TO BE AFRAID OF, NOT KNOWING THAT THIS ENTITY WAS YOU, AND ONLY YOU. MY REALIZATION OF THE POWER OF THIS COMPANION, THIS SPIRITUAL PART, WAS ONLY REVEALED TO ME AFTER WRITING MY THIRD MANUSCRIPT, TITLED "CAN THE DESERT BLOOM AGAIN." IT LED ME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THERE WAS A GREATER SIDE TO MY EXISTENCE, EVERY ASPECT OF MY LIFE. I HAVE DEVELOPED OBEDIENCE TO MY COMPANION'S QUITE VOICE, WHICH MANEUVERED ME TO THE GREATER EXISTENCE OF MEMORY. THIS BOOK "UNLOCKING THE SECRET OF MEMORY" IS A WORK IN PROGRESS, CONFIDENT THAT IT WILL LEAD ME TO FATHOM GREATER DEPTHS THAN I HAD EVER HOPE TO UNEARTH. IT IS PROVOCATIVE IN PARTS, BUT I AM ONLY TRYING TO ANSWER QUESTIONS THAT HAUNTS MY INQUISITIVENESS, AND IN DOING SO, I ASK THE READER TO OPEN THEIR MIND THAT YEAR'S OF INDOCTRINATION HAS PLACED US. YOU MAY DISAGREE WITH MY FINDINGS, BUT I AM SURE YOUR MIND WILL BE STIMULATED TO ALSO SEEK ANSWERS. IT'S MY EXPERIENCE THAT THE FLOWERS IN THE WORLD CANNOT ALL BLOOM AT THE SAME TIME. IT IS A PLEASURE TO SHARE.
About the Author: I am Gladstone D Meyler Age 81 years young, very active and don't look a day older than 50. I was born on April 13th 1929 in the small town of Montego Bay Jamaica. An illegitimate son of my mother Ellen Oatfield a descendant of a Scottish Grand Father, My father was a man of color descendant of slaves. My mother was a seamstress by trade. My father was a businessman, after being hired out as a common laborer, to harvest sugar cane in Cuba. He returned home after learning a trade in sheet metal and opened his own business. My father married another woman, a school teacher, ten days before my birth. I grew up in that small town with a stigma of rejection, along with the embarrassment that my mother suffered. My only support, both financial and mental was from a mother's inexhaustible love. I finished school at the early age of sixteen. The age afforded by the government for the less fortunate. I never stopped trying to gain knowledge, by acquiring friends of higher learning, and constantly probing them for answers to questions that haunted me. A friend introduced me to the library in out town. Through odd jobs, at the wharves, and other places, I acquired a small private loan to rebuild and extend my mother's two-room house. I was nineteen years old. At twenty one I was fortunate to receive a visa to visit the United States of America. Seeing the vast opportunity, I took a job to pay back the loan. I was fully aware that my visa did not afford me to work. In seven months I was caught, and deported, back to Jamaica. Fortunately I had paid off the loan, and also fell in love with a young lady from Arizonian living at the time in New York. She flew to Jamaica where we got married, and after four years of antagonism from the United States Embassy I was granted a permanent visa to live with my wife in New York. Working in restaurants and catering halls both in Brooklyn and New York City. I attended a course at Brooklyn community collage, in catering. In 1957 I led the largest workers strike in the history of the culinary industry. It was at the Lundy's Brothers Restaurant in Sheepshead Bay Brooklyn. The largest restaurant in the world. They hired 300 waiters. I began a house to house catering business. I catered a NAACP dinner of three hundred guests at the Ossining, NY home of the actor Sydney Poitier, also a reception for then Prime Minister of India Mrs. Gandhi. Building a home in Montego Bay, in 1969, for the soul purpose of raising my only daughter, away from the bigotry that existed in America at the time, I took a job as the Food and Beverage Director of a 500 room resort hotel. Nine months later I opened my first establishment. The Montegonian Restaurant Inc: Later a branch in Coral Gables Florida. The first man of color to open a business in that prestigious City! In 1995 retiring at the age of 66, I was sent to Zimbabwe Africa to refurbish a restaurant by the International Executive Service Corps. I spent seven years in Africa including creating and building a Butterfly Sanctuary in the Ashanti region of Ghana for the United States Peace Corps. Divorced at that time, I fell in love with not only Africa, but a young African lady. Her one son and two nieces visited my dwelling on weekends and holidays. There presence and activities reminded me of my own childhood. They became dear to my heart. Leaving Africa, I could not abandon the affection and love that I developed for them. I married that young lady and adopted all three children. They all reside here in the US. My son is the recipient of a full scholarship to Florida University. The two girls are still in high school. The mountains I have climbed. I have also fallen into deep valleys. In those times I remembered the saying of my dear mother, "Son the darkest time of the day is just before the dawn". It has helped me to climb again, always looking for the possibilities that lie ahead. To my next sunrise!