The God Particle: My Personal Journey to Know God

By RHy. Dr. Ronald P Rozzi Ms.D.

This is my own personal story of my earliest memories growing up to the present and my relationship to and with God. It is the evolution of a belief system downloaded as a child, through various life challenges that projected me into seeking answers about myself, life, and God. That is what brought me to share, through divine inspiration, what I

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stratton Press
• Release date: Jul 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648951060

RHy. Dr. Ronald P Rozzi Ms.D.

Ronald Rozzi, Ms.D., RHy., holds a doctorate in metaphysics and is certified in both hypnotherapy and regression therapy. He is also a practitioner of Emotional Freedom Therapy, (EFT). He specialized in past-life regression and anxiety disorder, as well as behavioral modification. He is retired from private practice after eighteen years. Currently he is a transformational life coach and occasionally facilitates workshops on the topics of co-creation, self-realization, and self-empowerment. Dr. Ron enjoys speaking to groups and organizations to promote self-awareness and personal power. His first book, Genesis 101, The Metaphysical Cosmology in the Process of Creation, started his interest in writing, with a third book forthcoming in the near future. He and his wife reside in Scottsville, NY, and can be contacted by email anytime: [e-mail].

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Acknowledgement

This book is dedicated to my wife, Mary Lou Rozzi. Her love, belief, devotion, and support were for me, the necessary ingredients in my ability to complete this, my second book. For all the times I was locked away either physically in my office or emotionally with my head in a cloud of thought, I thank you, my love. You have been a true partner.

Contents

Chapter 1 Beginning the Download

Chapter 2 Hello! Are You There?

Chapter 3 The Search

Chapter 4 Getting On with It

Chapter 5 The Road to Metaphysics

Chapter 6 The Office

Chapter 7 Leap of Faith

Chapter 8 Free Floating

Chapter 9 The Pastor

Chapter 10 One More Time

Chapter 11 Going Within

Chapter 12 Forward March

Chapter 13 The You in the Mirror

Chapter 14 The Stage Called Life

Chapter 15 This Thing Called God

Chapter 16 Jesus the Christ

Chapter 17 Communion with God

Chapter 18 That’s a Wrap

Introduction

It has been well over three-plus years since the publication of my first book, Genesis 101 , The Metaphysical Cosmology in the Process of Creation . Not long after that book came out, I was told that there must be a second book, and it was to be called The God Particle . I didn’t question that inspiration. I immediately prepared a mock cover on my computer, printed it out, and taped it on my office wall, just as I had done with my first book a few years prior. It, like the first, has been in my face ever since.

I realized that the subject matter of this new book was going to be deeper than my first one, and that I understood without a doubt the content that I needed to convey. However, what I didn’t quite grasp was just how I was going to present it in a way that was both insightful and digestible to the reader. I was almost afraid to begin this project. I just trusted that I’d be guided.

In the span of time between my initial inspiration and now, my life flowed along, doing several different things as we do, especially after one retires from the clock of having to do or be anywhere in particular. You might probably think that if that were the case, I should have just jumped into writing. Not in my case.

While the idea of the book never once left my awareness, I had a profound sense of peace about just doing whatever showed up and that the right time to write would show itself. Heck, I even republished my first book with a few revisions, and with a different publishing company in the meantime, to give it another push in the marketplace.

When I say the right time to write, I simply mean that I had determined early on that I was going to need help with this one. The inspiration that showed up to give me the title a couple years prior needed to show up again and work with me on this one. That was my intention, and I put it out there. Now I had to wait, anxious as I was to get going. It was in God’s hands.

You see, based on the content of my first book, Genesis 101, I more than understood the rules of co-creation. I even taught this stuff to others, so I couldn’t very well go off half-cocked, without listening to my inner wisdom now, could I. What I had to do in the interim was to continue to read, study, and expand my awareness to deeper levels of the nature of reality, which would prepare me for the content that I needed to share here with you. In that time, I discovered a couple more teachers whose work profoundly clicked with the truth that has been inside of me all along, validation that what I had to say was, in fact, going to come from a place of love and truth. It was also going to be presented at the right time to those who were ready to at least hear it.

I’ve implemented some new to me tools for the manifestation of this work as I was getting closer to sitting down to write. I started with the end result. I literally felt myself holding on to this book you are now reading as I was about to speak about it to an anxious audience at a lecture. I even sensed the color of the cover as being green, although I was leaving the exact detail in the creative hands of the publisher. I saw from, not of the imagined desire. All in all, I absolutely, positively knew that it was finished.

As you may know, there is a great awakening afoot, and we as a species are evolving quicker than ever. People are beginning to resonate with metaphysical concepts that are being shared and are taking long hard looks at their old belief systems. Therefore, I am comfortable in the knowing that I didn’t write this book to change the world. I cowrote it for those few souls that are working on changing their own world and are open to what I’ve come to embrace as my truth.

The God Particle is the story of my personal journey to know and define God as I understand it within me. It is a very personal relationship that I’ve become very comfortable with, outside the confines of any organized religion or label. God is real. God is loving. God is here now.

Like I used to tell my clients when I had my private practice, and as I stated in my first book, take what you can and leave the rest alone…for now. My job is to drop seeds. Some fall on concrete, some on fertile soil. Let’s just see what might take root within you.

Blessings,

Dr. Ron

Chapter 1

Beginning of the Download

I chose to begin my journey in this particular incarnation in the third density of reality, sometimes referred to as the third dimension. Obviously, choosing this entry level, I had much to experience, learn, and ultimately share. I, like all of us who show up here, had conferred with beings of much higher vibrational frequency to plan out all the options to experience what was needed to grow into the highest version of myself. Nothing was cut into stone, understand, but tendencies, circumstances, and various desires over time were available for me to choose, or not, as I live my life. Besides the fact that a shroud covered my memory of this encounter, free will was always going to be mine. This was certainly not my first rodeo on the earth plane. You see, I actually already was, before I got here. I know, I’ve already got some of you shaking your head, but I will make this a bit clearer as we go along.

I chose my mom and my dad as my vehicles into the physical realm—these two beautiful and loving souls, who from the very beginning, on a warm August morning of 1951, accepted me unconditionally. I was their firstborn. They both possessed everything I needed for my childhood experience. Additionally, there was an agreement with four other souls who would enter into this family at various intervals. One of these, the second born, would only be here for seven months before departing back to Source. This was an experience meant to help the growth of my parents as well as himself. I was only about two at the time, so I never really got to know him here.

Even before the last of my siblings had arrived, my memory of the family dynamic is pretty clear. My dad had his own business, and, in those days, many wives were stay-at-home moms and focused on the day to day upbringing of the children. We were blessed to have one of those. They equally shared the discipline when it was needed, but by and large, we were all what one might classify as normal kids. As I look at it from this vantage point, nothing in the way of turmoil or trauma sticks out. We were, what my mom used to say, a middle class family living in the suburbs. I’d have to add that we may have possibly been a bit spoiled as well. We didn’t lack for much. I have two younger brothers, and my sister is the baby. To this day, we are the best of friends thanks to the foundation that Mom and Dad laid for us.

That foundation gave us morals and values that we still pretty much have today. I may be the one exception relative to ideals. I was always a little left of center with my thoughts, but that’s just me. We were made to go to church on Sundays. It was the Roman Catholic faith of which my mom in particular was always very proud of—from kneeling at night before we went to sleep for bedtime prayer to putting on our Sunday clothes and marching in as a family to go to Mass. Naturally, when I reached school age, it was the school that was annexed to the parish. It was St. Helen’s Parish. From kindergarten through the first half of sixth grade, I absorbed whatever was thrown at me relative to religion and God. I never thought much about questioning any of it. Of course, as a young boy, I had better things to do with my thoughts and time away from school or church. I looked at the priests as God’s lieutenants who demanded utmost respect. I remember the monsignor who was the head honcho of the church and school coming into our classroom at report card time to personally give out our report cards. He was the first one to see just how studious we were, or weren’t. I’m thankful that I was a pretty good student, at least in those days. After all, he was probably even closer to God than the regular priests.

Then as I progressed through the grades and catechism lessons, the sacraments started showing up. Second, or third grade maybe, was our first Holy Communion, when in the eyes of the church, we were old enough to start to receive the Eucharist during the Mass with the big people. You had to be really good in order to receive communion, which was a small round wafer to represent the body of Christ. To ensure that we were, in fact, worthy, we were