When You Think About it

At an early age you begin to ask yourself questions. Lots of questions. Some of these questions you can find answers to, but many you tell yourself have no answers, so you tuck them away for another day. That day came for the author when she lost her only child, Breana. The pain was immense and the questions unending. Where is she? Would she see her again? Why isn't she here for her son? If everything has a purpose, what could the purpose of losing her possibly be? Is there really a God, and what or who is He? For Cyndi life had no reason without her daughter in it. Is this physical world we live in the only reality? If so, what is the point? She became obsessed with finding her and with answering those long-ago questions. When faith is not enough, where do you turn? The things we learn as children become the facts we base our decisions on. Are they true-or just accepted and passed down through time? She began reading intensely. There was an interest in anything written by mediums, psychics, doctors, nurses, scientists, near-death experiencers, and hospice workers; anyone who had something to say on the subject was where she looked. She noticed that early physicists were being quoted in some of the books she was reading. Why? She wanted to learn more. What is this quantum world and how do we fit into it? She realized that greater minds than hers had written these books and she wasn't sure if she could understand them. The concentration she needed was unavailable to her in the beginning. Determination drove her forward however, and in time the concentration came. She was surprised when she began to see the lines cross between God (not religion) and science. God appeared to be the ultimate scientist and not a god at all. In fact, He is very different from the human god she had learned of as a child. There were many reasons to be afraid of that God. She wondered why she had not come across a book that incorporated all of these subjects into one. Had no one else seen the correlation? Could she write something for her grandson that would help him understand what she now understood so clearly? She began taking notes. Those notes became When You Think About It.