Source of the Writings

Introduction to the first book - Martin’s Original Writings

These writings came through my pen. The words are not mine. Over a period of time I was called upon to put on paper words which I was told from the beginning were the words of God.

The voice that spoke through my pen I knew as Martin. Starting in late July, 1991 and ending in October of that year, I would be awakened each morning, usually before dawn, and would be told to take my pen in hand and write. I do not know how to describe exactly the actual experience of that writing. I did not consciously hear the words and then transcribe. The hearing, if it can be called that, and the actual penning of the words were simultaneous. The words flowed through me and through my pen with no thought on my part. Rarely was there any interruption in the smoothness of the writing from the first word to the last for that day. Once in a great while there would be a pause and I would simply wait, pen in hand, for the words to come again. These pauses were a matter of seconds, certainly not as long as a minute..

Each morning I wrote for approximately thirty minutes, sometimes more, sometimes less. It did not matter where I was. During the month of September my husband and I were traveling in eastern Europe and and no matter where we were, from Prague to Vienna, Martin awakened me in the dark before the dawn and spoke through my pen.

At the very beginning, I was told after I had finished writing to reread and listen for corrections. These were few, and they were always minor, an occasional change of a single word. Very shortly this rereading stopped and the words as published are exactly those written each morning during this period. The text remains totally unchanged from the original writing to the printed page. It was my habit to use small spiral notebooks, and in time these writings of Martin's filled almost three of these notebooks. I was told at a later date to transcribe these writings onto a computer and I did so. Finally I was told to write an introduction and to put the writings into what seemed appropriate order. By and large they are arranged in the same order in which they were written.

My preparation for this writing was not of my doing either. In May of 1991, my sisters, Cornelia Silke and Louise Long, came to spend a week with me at our beach house in Aptos, California. Both of my sisters are and have been for many years spiritually aware and gifted. I was in no way either aware or gifted. That week my sister Cornelia felt called upon to use the ouija board to communicate with the spirit world, and Louise agreed, although with one exception they had not used the board for many years.

That week I was introduced through the board to both my spirit teacher, whose name is Wanda, and to Martin, whom I first knew as the spirit of the father of my friend Liz Martin, a father she sought to communicate with through the efforts of Connie and Louise on the board. To that point in time I was close to a total skeptic about all things spiritual. It was not that I rejected totally the concept of a higher power, a God. I simply did not know. I had no beliefs at all. Having rejected the Catholic Church at an early age, I had not substituted any other spiritual life. I was content that way.

That week in May changed my life. Within a short time I was granted many gifts, among them the ability to hear in my head the words of Wanda and Martin and to communicate with them and with other spirits through the board. There began a rich dialogue with Martin and Wanda and I began to learn. Martin has described in these pages the nature and abilities of spirit teachers, often angels, and so there is no need to go into detail about that subject, but it is enough to say that Martin and Wanda taught me many things. It was not easy for them. They taught me of the need to love oneself as the first step toward loving God, and Martin lovingly and patiently taught me to pray and to love. I learned from Martin the nature of celestial love and its power. Above all, Martin and Wanda gave me total faith and total love.

It was gradually revealed to me that Martin, who had been described by the other spirits as God's strongest angel and the angel of new souls, was indeed God Himself, and that God had, as is stated in these pages, repeatedly visited earth as man, most recently as Martin Phee who died in Chicago in 1974, the father of Liz Martin in that life. I had been told much earlier that Martin and I had been soulmates over the centuries and then later that we had been separated in this earthly life in order to do what Martin describes as "this holy work", to convey to the world knowledge of God's plan for man in the Age of Love and Peace, to speak of the mysteries of life and death heretofore unknown, to reveal the reason for earthly existence and the inevitability of oneness with God. In one sense this is a manual for living in the Age of Love and Peace, a set of principles and practices which if adopted will inevitably lead man to the love which is essential to both perfect happiness and perfect peace.

I asked before this work began who would believe me if I wrote these things as I was directed to and I was told that everyone would, that the world hungered to know of God's plan for man, of the mysteries of life and death heretofore unknown. I agreed before this work began to be undemanding, to accept direction step by step, to accept what I was given in understanding and not to expect more. It has been made easy for me to believe. I have received constant affirmation and manifestations from the very beginning. I have been blessed with a faith I would have described as totally impossible before this work began. Wanda is always with me and has taught me much more, I think, than I realize. My life is both brightened and enriched by her wit and wisdom. Martin is always with me, and my love for him knows no bounds. He is my father, my son, my spouse, my God.

Often in the course of these writings, the Others, who are described in these pages, tried to stop, delay, and interfere in various ways. This book is testimony to their failure. They did not want to see these words written. They fear exposure.

This book is, then, God's gift to man in the Age of Love and Peace, words of love written by a God of love to His children. There is no greater gift.

January, 1992

This writing ended in 2004 when Marie’s health took a downward spiral.
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