In September of 1970, on the way to a farm, I began to say the Lord's Prayer. "Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven." As these lines flowed from my lips, I knew something was happening to me. It was as though someone else was speaking through me. I could not resist. I kept speaking. I could hear myself saying, "Give us this day our daily bread," and the rest that follows, as the whole landscape melted away. The trees, the fields and the hills in that moment began to move as if they were liquid oil reflecting light. Powerful lights shone through. I could still hear myself in the distance, faintly whispering the Lord's Prayer. My whole being was passing through dimensions that, until this day, I can hardly find words to describe. I stood before a vast stream of indescribable light, rivers of golden fire, and waves of blue flame - as one finds towards the end of a burning candle, but infinitely larger in dimensions. Since then, the Lord's Prayer has held a supernatural fascination for me. That moment with the Lord's Prayer opened up for me the vistas of the Heavenly dimensions. The pattern and process of this prayer were the magma that formed the stone of my prayer life. Of the numerous spiritual experiences I have had through the years, this one was so indelibly imprinted into the depth of my soul that I find myself returning to the Lord's Prayer in times of confusion. This meditation has never failed to yield fruit.