How a Lifetime of Wonder Became a Journey of Fiction and Faith

I still remember the first time I heard the name Edgar Cayce. I was just a boy—too young to understand fully the weight of his prophecies or the depth of his insights. However, I was old enough to know that something about him ignited a fire within me. There was something thrilling, even sacred, about the idea that a man could lie down, enter a trance, and speak of things lost to time: Atlantis, the Hall of Records, the deeper design of the soul.

The Hall of Records: A Sacred Dream

Back then, the Hall of Records wasn’t merely a legend. It was real to me. Not because I had evidence, but because I could feel it. Like some kids dream of finding pirate treasure or becoming astronauts, I dreamed of standing at the threshold of that sacred Hall—uncovering lost truths about our origins, our purpose, and what it truly means to be human.

This early fascination never faded; it evolved and matured over time.

A Dive Into Metaphysical Traditions

As I grew older, I began to immerse myself in various metaphysical traditions. I explored spiritual science, energy dynamics, ancient civilizations, sacred geometry, and the esoteric blueprints hidden in plain sight throughout history. My thirst for knowledge transformed into a ravenous quest for understanding, meaning, and the thread that might tie it all together.

Stories became my lifeblood. I devoured them, especially those that danced along the edges of the seen and unseen. Books like Initiation by Elizabeth Haich cracked open ancient memory while Lost Horizon by James Hilton gifted me the haunting beauty of a world just beyond reach. Alongside these, I consumed countless spiritual works, digesting endless words from mystics of the past—each one adding a brick to the temple being built within me.

The Quiet of Self-Reflection

And yet, despite all this inner exploration, the writer in me fell silent for a time. Life, as it often does, swept me into its current. I focused on raising a family, building a career, and navigating the ordinary miracles and struggles of everyday existence. But the creative fire within me never truly extinguished.

It simply waited, patiently.

The Gentle Nudge Back to Writing

Years later, the gentle, insistent encouragement from close friends and family nudged me back to the page. They saw something in me I wasn’t quite ready to embrace: that the stories I had kept locked inside might actually be worth sharing.

The final push came during several deep meditative sessions—moments of stillness where images, characters, and ideas would rise like echoes from some ancient well. The story that would become The Quantum Gate began to unfold before me. It did not emerge as a plot but rather as a knowing.

The Emergence of The Quantum Gate

What unfolded was more than a novel. It was a vessel. A vessel for ideas that had taken root in me over a lifetime:

1. That Unity Resonance—the harmonic alignment between beings—is real and sacred.

2. That inner evolution, rather than outer conquest, is the truest form of power.

3. That our past, no matter how fractured, holds keys to our future.

4. And that the greatest truth of all may be this: There are always more possibilities.

   
   

These concepts became the cornerstones of The Quantum Gate.

Of course, on the surface, it’s a story woven with ancient secrets, quantum mysteries, and a man's attempt to outrun his past. But beneath this surface lies a whisper—a reminder that there is more to this life than we’ve been told. We are not merely observers of reality; we are its co-creators.

An Offering to Readers

This book is my offering—a bridge between the visible and the invisible.

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” — Rumi

For those who have read it or are about to, I hope it entertains you deeply. More importantly, I hope it stirs something within you. A question. A memory. A quiet sense of wonder that perhaps, just perhaps, the Gate is real, and it's waiting for all of us.

With gratitude,

Bill Combs