A Personal Journey
“I present these accounts with absolute honesty, as I lived them and remember them with complete clarity, openly and sincerely.”
A Spiritual Memoir of Divine Encounters
This is the story of my lifelong search, a journey marked by both joy and sorrow, faith and doubt, shaped by a deep longing to understand life’s purpose and to know God.
From a very young age, my life has been filled with extraordinary experiences, some wondrous, some unsettling, both within the physical world and beyond it.
In the pages that follow, I recount a series of extraordinary and profoundly beautiful encounters with higher beings. Through these encounters, I was entrusted with messages of hope and truth, which I now share openly. I do not ask for blind acceptance; I ask only for an open mind.
“All that is required is to open the door.” Wayne Farquhar
“I present these accounts with absolute honesty, as I lived them and remember them with complete clarity, openly and sincerely.”
“Moments of profound insight and events that may be perceived as miracles, and which some readers may find difficult to believe.”
“Who am I? What is God? Why have we come to this earth as human beings?”
“Certain truths are not distant or reserved for a select few; they exist here and now, quietly present among us.”
Minister · Seeker · Storyteller
“Life has taught me that peace of mind is not found in the glitter of the world, but in the stillness of the heart.”
Born in Wollongong, New South Wales, in 1954, Wayne Eric Farquhar grew up the fourth of seven children in a close-knit Australian family, holding Jesus in his heart from boyhood. His lifelong search led him to Sri Sathya Sai Baba and on journeys to India, and opened a life of experiences reaching far beyond the ordinary.
He began recording those experiences in his early thirties. Decades later, he has brought them together in this memoir, written in loving memory of his mother, who always urged him to share them.
If these stories awaken something within you, a quiet recognition, a longing, or even a restlessness, honour that stirring.
Turn inward, where truth waits patiently, softly, and without demand.
What has remained veiled for over two thousand years is gradually coming into the light.
May you come to know, through your own lived experience, that you have never been alone, not for a single moment of this journey.
Imagine a small fish swimming effortlessly through the clear water of a modest glass tank. In that moment, its world feels complete: the pebbles beneath it, the steady rise of bubbles, and the familiar glass walls enclosing all it has ever known.
Now imagine being able to speak the fish’s language and describing a vast, endless ocean teeming with life and colour, waters stretching beyond sight, filled with countless other beings. Would the fish believe you? Probably not.
Yet the purpose of describing the ocean is not to force belief, but to awaken a sense of possibility far greater than the fish’s present understanding. Even if it cannot yet accept that such an ocean exists, a seed has been planted.
When I first began writing, I sensed a quiet and loving presence behind me. My mother stood just over my right shoulder, her face radiant with health and vitality, her eyes shining with excitement and the joy of a long-awaited moment that had finally arrived.
A few feet behind her stood my father, smiling with calm and steady pride. It was as though he had gracefully stepped back, allowing my mother the honour of being seen, of fully expressing the happiness she felt that I had finally begun writing the book she always wanted me to write.
Moved by their love and encouragement, I now carry their warmth within every word I set down.
Until now, I have remained largely silent about these experiences; only a very few are aware of them. Through prayer, I therefore reached a decision to place this entirely in Swami’s hands, allowing Him to determine whether I should continue sharing these experiences or remain silent.
The very next morning, I felt a strong urge to select a book at random from my personal library, a collection of more than two hundred and fifty books, many of them unread. I chose one book, opened it to page 55, and there, on that very page, my eyes fell upon the answer to my prayer.
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Of all the books I could have chosen, and of all the pages I could have opened to, it was this book and this page. Incredible, don’t you think?