For as long as I can remember, I have been looking for peace. It brought me into some very weird places. After getting sick, when everything already seemed so surreal, the search continued into darker and darker places. There was no religion I had not tried. No method of invasive, alternative medicine I didn’t subject myself to.

None of it worked. And I was still striving for peace. My MD at the time, a Jewish Buddhist, asked me point blank if I was a praying man, because medical science couldn’t help me any longer. With a death sentence, I decided to find out who this God character was.

My main problem was an infection that moved into my brain and central nervous system. I had 24-hour nerve pain that nearly led me to suicide on many occasions. After a few weeks at Pleasant Valley, it left. Many may think it was from trading New York City-sized stress for a bucolic countryside. I know the healing came because I sought after God’s peace and found it. Thus my nerves were healed. The power and peace of mind I searched for in the New Age came from getting to know God the Father – from the real truth, not the counterfeit.
M.S.