Chapter One

“Go through these rings of fire in your life; it is only fear that holds you back; we are here for you,” echoed her words to me. “It’s coming back for me to tell you this. And I’m not talking about your deceased relatives. I’m talking about angels, guides that are with us from the beginning of our lives.” For the second time in my life, I was told by a clairvoyant that I would be writing this and that I was here in this life to help others. The first time was when I was around nineteen. I had gone to see a psychic that I had met at a gay bar in Sayville, New York, known as the bunk house, where I would fatefully meet my life partner. But I’ll come back to that a bit later. It was one of a few places where the gays went every Friday night to socialize, and it was there that I had met her. She had offered me a reading while socializing at the bar, and so I took her up on it. I had gone to her home later that week when I decided to contact her, and she told me many things about my young life. I suppose the only difference is now I have over thirty years of experience to share in my journey with you. I remember that I was sitting in her living room all those years ago as she walked around her kitchen while offering me a cup of tea. Her daughter had come home, and there were some exchanges between them, as I recall. And while sitting and waiting for her, a thought popped into my head that I wanted to ask her about but wasn’t sure if I should. It was then that she turned to me and said “Yes,” without the question having ever been asked. I sat there in astonishment. “I like to put those things out there so you see that I’m real.” I would later go on to have many other spiritual and divine occurrences showing me just how our angels and spirit guides are always channeling us in our lives if we’re open enough to receive them. And every so often, if we’re lucky enough, we get to know that divine connections that we sometimes get to share in our fleeting time together.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Anthony Leotta, born to Diana and Rodney on August 30, 1964. I was one of five children born second to the last. There were two older brothers and an older and a younger sister in my family. And like many kids of the ‘70s growing up was a tumultuous time of transformation, change and identity. I think by the time it came to the younger of us my parents were so caught up in their own stuff there was little left for us. I believe in many ways that I was fated and primed