The Story of a Prodigal Son of Man

(Revised 11-22-2009)

This prodigal son of man was born in the Far West of the United States, in 1941, when very powerful warlords who ruled Germany and Japan were threatening to conquer and rule the whole world by force of arms.

Despite the wars in the 1940s, '50s and '60s, as a child, youth and young man, I lived what many would call a charmed life. Even though I was born into a family of very modest means, I had what I needed and nearly everything I really wanted.

As a child and youth I suffered from shyness, but I began to gradually overcome it as I became a young man. And, since I was well liked, musically talented and athletic, I enjoyed a lot of successes and accomplishments, socially. But, as an academic student in elementary and high school, I tended to be, as they say, slothful and lazy. And my first experience at college was unproductive, impeded by my desire to socialize and be a lover.

At age 23 I "married up," in 1964. In 1966, I learned how to play the guitar, to accompany myself singing, which pleased most who heard me sing. I even sang in a number of clubs and restaurants. And by 1969 at age 28 I had everything most men dream of. I had a beautiful wife, and, thanks to my wife’s money from her father, I had a nice home, a summer vacation cabin, a boat, and nearly everything else I wanted. By that time I was a senior in college with a 3.4 grade point average, having finally applied myself in my studies, with plans to be a music teacher.

But, I felt that romantic love had let me down, even though I was mostly at fault for creating the conditions that ruined my marriage. With hindsight, I see that I was responsible, but I blamed my wife for her "indiscretions," and used it as an excuse to leave her.

You see, in the late 1060s I was very attracted to the Hippie lifestyle. Not the superficial, pretentious one, but the genuinely honest, loving, giving, natural, free spirit life style. And I dreamed of greener pastures not only romantically and sexually, but also in the sense that I wanted to live more simply and more close to nature. So, I foolishly threw everything away to pursue my dreams, one of which was to sing for a lot of people, and another was to live simply, on a houseboat.

In 1971, when I was thirty years old, my life changed profoundly. I fortuitously realized the nature of divine, universal love (as distinguished from romantic love for a personal mate). Amazingly, that revelation triggered the opening of seven "seals" of greater revelations and the seven chakras, which culminated in my being carried away in spirit to that high and holy place where God inhabits eternity, into the Divine Light of God, where the "Book of Life" was opened to me.

I had been drawn up in spirit, out of my body, right into the "Light at the end of the tunnel." But I found the "tunnel" to be more like a funnel, through which you start from the bottom, small end, and then go up, spiraling and expanding in spiritual consciousness to the widest point, where you go right into the Eternal Divine Light-Energy-Source-Essence of our existence, which is God by any other name. And I then understood what the primordial vibration or "Word" of God is, and that it is made flesh in all of us. It is what gives life and consciousness to every fiber of our being.

Following that, I started out on a path of learning and examining the world’s religions and spiritual teachings, to try to fathom what I had witnessed and been given. My studies eventually and ultimately confirmed that the same eternal, essential, universal truths are common to all of them, and it confirmed how and why all the greatest spiritual teachers throughout history were in tune with the same Divine Light, the same Great Spirit and Supreme Consciousness of eternal, universal truth and divine love that I had directly witnessed, felt, absorbed, and savored — which many people also call the Lord God, Jehovah, Yahweh, Brahman, The Absolute Tao, Ahura Mazda, Allah, Wakan Tanka, among many other names.

It was a time when the seeds of the coming New Reformation were planted, when a good many young Americans were learning about the universal truths that are at the core of every religion. During the first few years following my spiritual rebirth , I was learning and studying the spiritual and religious works of man too, trying to comprehend what had happened to me. I knew that he had witnessed God, and I knew that I had even become one with God for a few moments that seemed like eternity. But, when I returned to my body and came back down to earth just a little bit, I realized that what I had absorbed emotionally and spiritually was far too overwhelming to grasp intellectually. That is why I set out on a path of learning.

But, the more I grew in my knowledge of religions, religious traditions and esoteric spiritual teachings, the more I came to think that I could not learn very much about God from them. I felt that all I could learn from men was what they thought of God, and I already knew what God is. I also could see that most people who claim to know God, and have God on their lips, do not know God at all. But, I mistakenly thought I didn't need more education and guidance to avoid pitfalls. I really thought I was totally free and continually blessed, but with hindsight I see that after a few years I started to gradually become foolish and unwittingly covetous and willful in the sight of God.

Between 1971 and 1974, I sang in a number of clubs, and I enjoyed the rewards of my talent, especially from women. In fact, I reveled in the free love atmosphere. I kept performing sporadically for small audiences as I was finishing college, and after I graduated and earned a teaching credential I started working professionally in 1972 as an educator. But even though I had so much going for me, materially and physically, it was not enough.

In 1974, I left my job and my family and friends, and I set out on a spiritual pilgrimage. I went to Mexico for awhile, where I became ill and had a very profound vision (which I didn’t understand until several years later). Then I came back to my home town and just lived in my old VW van. I was a free spirit. And then I thought I found my true love, a beautiful younger woman with soulful, adoring eyes and a heart of gold.

In 1975, four years after I had witnessed God, I foolishly began to think that God had called and chosen me to be a great leader. So, at age thirty-four, I briefly tried to become the most powerful political leader in the world. But, of course, I failed. I also lost my young lover, because my head was still in the clouds. Even though a psychologist friend of mine had told me in 1973 that I had become "enamored by enlightenment," I was oblivious. I was in my own world, and had not really come back "down to earth" yet.

I then became a homeless ascetic, and began wandering rather aimlessly on foot. I learned a lot during my travels that way. For example, I learned much about people, many different kinds of people. And I learned that the poor, who have the least, are the most willing to share what they have.

Then, in July 1977, two years after I had become homeless by choice, I was camping by a river and was stricken and afflicted with a disabling disease and became confined to a wheelchair. But, even after such a hard landing, it took about seven more years for me to really become a somewhat normal human being, mentally, and it took longer than that for me to really come back down to earth.

Fortunately, I was given a lot of help when I got out of the hospital in December 1977, and I was able to get a cheap old utility vehicle to travel and live in. I floundered around for awhile, went out on the desert and car-camped along the Colorado River to fast for long while. And there, all of a sudden, for the first time in my life, I was able to write my own songs. Even though I had lost the use of my legs, I had gained something I had wanted for a long time.

Then I traveled here and there from the coast to the mountains trying this and that to try to fit in somewhere. An old girl friend took me in for a few months and helped me get a little more organized and helped me get a small social security disability pension. She also gave me a portable typewriter and encouraged me to write and develop my music. Then I found a place near a remote little lake about a hundred miles north-west of my home town, and went through another long period of seclusion, fasting, meditation, and more intense study.

It was there, early in 1979, when through truly divine and rather miraculous guidance, I was shown and began to learn and understand the prophecies of Isaiah and Jesus, and I began to understand why I was stricken, afflicted, and physically disabled.

That prompted me to begin learning how and why Judaic "Old Testament" scriptures in the Bible confirm that "God is not a man, nor a son of man," that "God lives in Light," that "God is Light," and that "besides God there is no Savior." And I was shown that the Christ Jesus said to his disciples: "You have not seen God's shape at any time." What I was guided to find in the Bible confirmed what I already knew, because God was not made in our image. We are all made in God's image, as children of the Eternal Divine Light-Energy Source of our existence, the Supreme Consciousness, and the primordial vibration or "Word" which is made flesh in all of us.

At the same time in early 1979 I was given a clear, unmistakable, miraculous sign from God, which confirmed what I was being shown in the Bible. As I wrote in my memoirs, the night I began to receive miraculous guidance to key prophecies in the Bible, I happened to glance out the window and saw a gigantic five-pointed star (point up), shimmering brightly with all the colors of the rainbow. It was so incredibly huge that at first he thought it must have somehow been an immense man-made structure. I also thought it must have been man-made because it seemed to be sort of linear, sort of like when you draw a five-pointed star with a continuous line. To my surprise, however, when I went outside to see it more clearly, I saw that it was actually a giant star in the sky and not supported by anything. It was a heavenly body. It was so immense that I didn’t believe it could possibly be a star, but it was twinkling just like the regular stars, and I could see that some of them were also shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow in the same way (as can be seen sometimes on very cold, clear nights). So I just watched it for about an hour, and it moved across the sky just like all the other stars. It was there the next night too, only a little smaller, and after a few more nights it had gradually diminished to the same size as all the other stars.

But, as was my bent, all that "went to my head" and I thought I was going to be a great guru, with many devotees and gopis (women lovers). After all, since 1971 I had been drawn to and recognized more truth in esoteric and eastern spiritual teachings, which more obviously speak of the Divine Reality and are more sensible about sex.

Of course, no one saw me as a guru. They only saw a man who had been "stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted," just as the prophet Isaiah foresaw.

A few months later I moved from his home state to a place further North, in the Pacific Northwest, and I went into a kind of exile. Fortunately, a good woman took me in and loved me in spite of myself, and I’ve been with her since 1979. I was very fortunate, in that she is wise, good-hearted, loyal, understanding, and very forgiving. She is also a very hard-headed woman, which is what I needed, but it’s taken me 30 years to realize that. I’m a slow learner.

For awhile, thanks to a small disability pension of $297 per month and my wife’s $400 per month wages, I was able to work on getting stronger. My upper body strength began to come back, and I was able to crawl around in the garden, work more on my music, and study and write.

Unfortunately, I stopped working on my music in 1984, because my heart wasn’t in it any more. I began to detest how so many people were being treated by their employers and their government, and I was incensed by what was happening to America. I saw that much of the progress that was made in the 1960s and ‘70s toward more freedom, equal rights and fairness was being reversed by those who claimed to cherish freedom and fairness, but were actually pushing us backward in the opposite direction. The spirit of greed, self-interest and deception began to overwhelm the spirit of truth, love, peace, and freedom.

I was incensed that the right-wing neo-conservative political and "religious" climate (which I call Reaganism, which later expanded by Bush from 2000 to 2008) was so pervasive, and I was amazed that most Americans couldn’t see that the wool was being pulled over their eyes. Too many people were duped by all the flag waving, bible thumping and sword rattling by Reagan and his political and "religious" cohorts, who appealed to the emotions, prejudices and egotism of proud and militant right-wing nationalists and religious bigots who were extremely intolerant of anyone who had differing beliefs regarding politics and religion. So, I put my guitar away and began to concentrate on getting my message down in writing to try to expose such unfairness, bigotry and hypocrisy.

Still, it took many years for me to fully understand and finally accept the responsibility of my mission. I was often filled with self-doubt for long periods of time, so it took a long for me to fully accept that I was to serve God and humanity as the messenger for the Spirit of truth, the "son of man" and the "witness and servant of God," who anonymously delivers the message of judgment, guiding you unto truth, showing you things to come, and glorifying the Holy One in heaven. And I didn’t realize until 2002 that I could deliver the message electronically over the World Wide Web and Internet so it can be seen in a flash, like "lightening seen from one part under heaven to all others," as Jesus said it would be.

I didn’t realize that part of the prophecy, however, until recently, and I wasn’t able to even start learning how to operate a computer until 1990 when I went to work in a human services office and began to learn word-processing software. For more than a decade I tried to have a book containing the earliest version of the message published, but was rejected. Then in 2002 I finally was able to self-publish my earliest work in my first book and on my first web site, even though I knew he would be rejected by my generation and suffer many more things, as Jesus had foreseen and foretold.

I have had to overcome many things, and I have suffered many more things in addition to being confined to a wheelchair, the worst and most life-threatening of which are coronary artery disease and congestive heart failure. In fact, I suffer many other things, as Jesus said I would. However, my life has been prolonged by much good medicine, both prescribed and alternative, and also by seven surgeries (so far), much modern medical treatment, and a heart pacemaker.

My suffering has not only brought me back down to earth. The weight I’m carrying has pushed me down, and in the words of the prophet Isaiah, I have suffered and am still increasingly suffering greatly for the "transgressions of my people," because it breaks my heart and I am well acquainted with grief.

But, even so, I feel I deserve my lot. It is, in large part, karmic justice, because I have not only been a covetous and willful fool, but many years ago he was a slothful and undisciplined student. At times I have been a miserable excuse of a man (and still am on bad days). And, unlike many people, I cannot say I have no regrets. I regret all the times I was thoughtless and inconsiderate of others’ feelings, said things I should not have said, done things I should not have done, and failed to do things I should have done. I regret my failures and mistakes – even those I committed unwittingly, or naively – and even though I know God understands and forgives me, I am nevertheless deeply sorry for the impact my failures, mistakes and offenses had on others.

However, my suffering has made me contrite and grateful most of the time. I am very grateful because I have far more than I deserve. Even though I left my first love, and even though I have been a fool, I am now seen as a prodigal son of man by God, who particularly loves and welcomes all those who are humbled and contrite. And all of this was foreseen and foretold by the prophets Isaiah and Jesus.

I have been learning much and developing the message for 31 years now, and in the message, I explain what I have learned from God’s Spirit of truth, from men, and especially from women.

I have had to overcome much in order to fulfill my mission. But the most difficult and biggest barrier I had to overcome was to accept that it was not my ego that has impelled me to deliver the message, and that I was not simply being self-important, self-righteous, and judgmental. I realized I must deliver the message even though it has taking a terrible toll on my body and mind. I more fully realize how and why I have been and am actually guided by God and the Spirit of truth, and I finally fully realize why Jesus said, "Of myself I do nothing."

That helped me realize that my egocentric fear of failure or error is merely the flip side of my egocentric notion that I have done something great. Both sides are part of the illusion of duality, and neither one is real for a true servant of God. I realized it is vain folly to allow my ego to take credit for the good news, or let my conscience blame me for judging bigots, hypocrites and wrongdoers. I try to let go of my egotism and its idea of success or failure or judgmental self-righteousness, and let God guide me in ways that often amaze me and make me very grateful to be of service.

I know there have been few individuals actually chosen by God as servant-messengers, even though many are called. That is because, unfortunately, most who are called by God start off on a spiritual path but they get off track and go astray because they think they are becoming "holier than thou," or they think they are simply above it all and live without caring, with their head in the clouds, as I did before I realized and accepted what my mission is.

At the end of every age God chooses one servant as messenger, even though thousands may have been called, to bring humanity into remembrance of the eternal, universal truths that have been lost or ignored or forgotten or misunderstood.

The Christ Jesus was such a chosen one, and Jesus and Isaiah predicted the coming of the next one chosen, who serves in the name of Israel and Jesse and Jacob and David and Jesus and Yeshua and Jehoshuah, as well as the Buddha, the Avatar and all other expected ones, and writes under the pen name of Joseph James Adamson.

But I know I am merely a messenger. I am a Nobody who knows we are One Body of Humanity. I am not God, but I am God’s witness and chosen servant. I am not the Light, but bear witness to the Divine Light which is God. And I am not the Ancient One, not the Christ or Avatar or Buddha, but bear the testimony of the Ancient One-Christ-Avatar-Buddha-Saoshyant, Mahdi, etc. who is within and in heaven above us all.

You see, we all know the truth deep in our heart of hearts, but the human ego is very practiced and proficient at making us think we are good judges, and more wise than others. I am the one chosen to bring you into remembrance of the truth. I am the one who issues the prophesied judgment, which is particularly appropriate and needed at this time, since false prophets and false shepherds are dividing humanity and leading their blind flocks so far astray.

Only God is the Holy One and Savior, and my mission is to serve God and explain God's Will and Intent. And I am able to do so only because I realize the fallibility of man, including myself, and fully acknowledge the infallibility and supremacy of God and the Ancient One in heaven. I am a genuine witness and faithful servant of God.

Finally, after having my written work rejected for so long, in the Spring of 2008 I finally realized that I must do my "first works." That is, perform and record my songs. So I tweaked and updated the lyrics to reflect my current thinking, arranged and practiced my songs, and managed to record ten of them, even though it was very difficult. After all, I had not sung or played the guitar in 25 years, and my worsening congestive heart failure caused me to be short of breath and fatigued. Also, I had to record on a little portable 4-track tape recorder in my home, where many recording attempts were spoiled by the noise of dogs in the house or vehicles outside.

Still, after nine months of hard work, in December 2008, I was able to produce my first CD. It contained ten of my songs, on which I sang with two-part vocal harmony, accompanying myself with 6 string and 12 string guitars, clarinet, and other instrument sounds (such as bass, organ and drums) produced on an electric piano.

As a singer, I take the first name of David, the middle name after my namesake, Jehoshuah, and my last name (Nunson) is the modern way of saying Son of Nun. (In scriptures, Nun was the minister to Moses and the father of Joshua. In Hebrew, Nun is the 13th letter of the alphabet, symbolized by the fish. It also means fish in Aramaic, Phoenician and Arabic. And, in mythology, Nun is the ethereal waters or ocean from which all life has come. That is the real reason why it is symbolized by the fish.) And I am a singer to fulfill prophecy.

"Sing unto him a new song; play skillfully with a loud noise. For the word of the Lord is right; and all his works are done in truth." – David's Psalm 33:3-4

"And, lo, you are unto them as a very lovely song of one that has a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear your words, but they do them not. And when this comes to pass, (lo, it will come,) then shall they know that a prophet has been among them." – Ezekiel 33:32_33

I wasn’t satisfied with the first CD, though, because it had a few slight recording flaws, and on one song the guitar was not quite in sync with the drums in a few places. (It was an up-beat song and I was just too fatigued.) Even so, I settled for the recording as it was because I felt he didn’t have long to live, and I had a bunch of CDs replicated. But, after that, thanks to a pacemaker adjustment, I was able to produce an improved second recording of those ten Songs of Liberation. On it I re-mixed most of the songs and re-recorded a few of them, and it is identified as the second recording on the CD. It’s still not anywhere as good as I would like, but it’s the best I could do considering the circumstances. You can listen to them by clicking here.

My health is precarious, but if my life is further prolonged and I am still able, I will produce a second CD containing the rest of my songs. That seems unlikely at this point, however, since I am dying of heart failure – literally a broken heart. And frankly, at this point I feel like a miserable failure, and very unworthy to do this.

I’m going to stop writing now, and hope I’ve said enough. I stop for several reasons, because it is killing me, and also because I realize that my work may not be recognized until after I die. But it’s possible that I will be healed more, or once again to prolong my life, because Isaiah wrote that God will comfort me and my mourners. And that may indicate that I will live, and people will benefit from this work and be grateful that it liberated and empowered them.

Whether I live or die, I hope that you enjoy my songs, and that they give you hope, courage, and faith.

By the way, my books, published by iUniverse.com, are: Real Prophecy Unveiled (Jan 2002), More Observations & Suggestions (Feb 2002); Getting From Babylon to New Jerusalem (2003), What IS the World Coming To? (2004), Memoirs of a Prodigal Son of Man (2006).