Designed Illusions Via Divine Power: Autobiographical Memoirs

By PJ Ricchiuti

Giving constant thoughts of my time in Vasto, Italy, 1945, at seven years old, I always ventured in part of Vasto town. I saw not a single person or activity. Eventually, I made my way toward a large body of water, much later known to me as Adriatic Sea. I stood there, still saw no one or activity, not a

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patrick Ricchiuti Publishing
• Release date: Nov 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781962110280

PJ Ricchiuti

My name is Patrick Ricchiuti, born "Pasquale". It's in the book. I was born in 1938 in a small fishing village of Vasto, Italy, on the edge of the Adriatic Sea. My time there was always about me and an unknown Power. Yes, an unknown Power and me. In 1945 seven years after being born I opened my eyes for the first time being without any knowledge of my past seven years. included close-by were two women. The older woman, dressed in black she continued with a nasty look at me. My thought was that i had done something wrong and deserved it. The two women would turned out to be my Mother and Grandma. The lone man in the house would be my uncle as it turned out he hated me the most. My only desire was to leave the confines of my room for the outdoors. Unknown to me World War 2 still raged. I experiences only illusions of the war per the DIVINE. The war meant nothing to me, as I never actually experienced its noise, smell or sight. It was never explained to me the goings on of the War. No doubt the war included my town of Vasto and in the Adriatic Sea. I had mental adult knowledge, more than my seven years. One day, I was awakened by intense glitter upon my eyes that seemingly came from a crack in a nearby old door. Awakened, before leaving my room for outside I looked for shoes but there were none. Walking barefoot would not be a problem for me. It would just be part of being without normal senses or needs. I would never try and explain to anyone any of my many "Illusions". My association with The DIVINE Power was always within me as I wrote "Designed Illusions" all the chapters came easily too. Mom and I came by ship to America in 1946. It was at end of World War 2 but, I still didn't know that war had actually ended. I was then about eight years old. The "Ship" was also a trip of Designed Illusions, as mom slept on in the ship. Anyone who I spoke, understood and heard only one language- English, It all came about without any training or schooling. Of course, only per DIVINE. It was a help for me once in America, Then, reunited with my father, whom I didn't remember. My father left Italy for America about five years earlier in my life, to answer America's call to arms (drafted). It would be less than a joyful reunion for me, and dad. A negative son and father relationship didn't matter much to me. Many episodes of me alone per the DIVINE Power would forever haunt me. "Designed Illusions Via Divine Power" would be continuous.

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CHAPTER 1

First remembrance:

Sometime 1945

Upon opening my eyes for the very first time, on my own, not forced upon me, I saw a woman wearing a dress lying on the other side of my bed. Later, opening my eyes again, the first woman was gone replaced by an older woman dressed in black, maybe in mourning. She stood at the end of my bed, wearing a frown directed at me. I can only surmise that the first woman got an inkling that I had awakened. She then fetched another woman to witness the event. The household should have called for some sort of celebration, but it didn’t happen.

At the time I hadn’t known either woman. Now, I surmise that I had been in a coma since birth, since early1938. Then finally, but very briefly, I awoke by my own power for the first time. I don’t know my exact age then, but I was old enough to be able to gather and retain information. My guess is that I was nearly seven years old.

Unknown to me then, the two women were my mother and grandmother. I had often wondered if grandmother had given me a smile instead of a frown, would I have then remained awake or, was it all of a much greater plan that no one had control over? I now believe that no earthly person could have made a difference.

The entire time of remembrance as I occupied my room was always bright enough for me to see clearly, although no light source of any kind was visible to me. I never experienced darkness. In the same setting, if all were normal, I probably would have stumbled around in the dark, hunting for a light source. Then, I never gave it a thought. To me my situation was all normal. Until I would be known that nothing was normal for me, but I had to continue on. I went back to my bed, and another sleep cycle, to await another episode. I didn’t know then, as I believe now, that it was all procedure via a Power not of earth.

What I now know is that I didn’t have any normal senses. I know this because I never felt anything that was of my physical being, not even the slightest physical aggravation, even being barefoot. I kept it to myself of the constant abnormalities that I had to witness and never confided anything to the physical people that were the only three family members that I would come to know in Italy.

Moving on with my newly found life. Any adult caring or supervision of me was almost non-existed. I wouldn’t learn anything from them. I would learn later that I was persona-non-grata to family members. Now, I can’t blame anyone for being non-caring of me as a young boy. I now believe that it was all part of the Script via DIVINE POWER.

At that time World War2 raged-on in 1945, or about to end. I never gave thought of the war. I didn’t suffer what others had suffered be it, hunger, injuries, violence, uncertainties, only, a few instances of illusions of war. I did have some feelings of loneliness.

CHAPTER 2

Awakened:

Sometime 1945

I was on my bed asleep facing a door. Bright glitter came through the cracks of the weather-beaten wooden door which forced my eyes to open. After I gave some thought, I left the old wooden bed and attempted to open the old door. I wanted to go out, though I didn’t know where it would lead and didn’t care. I awoke a healthy and vibrant at about 7 years old.

Try as I might, the door wouldn’t open. Disappointed, I went back on my bed. I started to lie down again but realized that I didn’t know anything of my surroundings. I would take that opportunity to take stock of my room.

The walls were concrete and totally bare. There were no windows and no furniture except a small wooden table and a stool. There was no running water or toilet facility. If I needed to go, it would have to be somewhere else in the house. I had no need of a toilet, even for the year to come. The partition was made up of two parallel walls that created an opening instead of a door to enter and exit the rest of the house. I would never use it, even to sneak a peek at the other part of the house, as I had no interest in venturing there. I may have, or not given thought of the two women that I had once seen and that they were probably there somewhere in the house. They were of no importance to me.

My place had a fireplace that was cold and clean, Bed was totally bare. Any additional clothing for me would probably be somewhere on the other side of the partition.

I wore only what I remember as walking shorts and short sleeve shirt. I didn’t see shoes nor put on shoes. It is safe to say that I would stay barefoot. I might have given a fleeting glance down at my bare feet. In any case, I was never bothered being barefoot.

I never gave a thought of anything personal of myself. I wouldn’t be able to see my own image until we arrived in America, about a year to come. In Vasto, I never saw a mirror, calendar or clock. If not for all the ventures that I now attribute to the DIVINE POWER, Then, I would probably have died of boredom. I was perplexed at my situation and being alone.

I would never be invited to the other parts of the house by anyone. There was a family member in the house that would see to it…Uncle. No problem for me, I had no desire or need to venture in the rest of the house.

Back to the old stubborn door that led to outside. I then heard scrapping coming from outside as if someone was shoveling snow near the door, but it quickly had ended.. Then, the door opened, but just barely. I continued to watch for more opening of the old door. All progress for the door to open further had ceased. I was perturbed that I had to try and squeeze through such a narrow opening. I was soon outside. I put my face at the opening to look outside. It was a beautiful sunny day, but empty of anything. I desperately wanted to be out. Not enough door opening for me to get through. Then, my first inkling of abnormality. I was sent instantly outside. Stunned, I had to look behind me at the still closed door.

To my knowledge I was outside for the first time. The area I was in, as far as I could see, was totally a sunny day. Nothing was distinguishable except for some concrete at the top of a few close-in buildings Now; I have my doubts. I quickly looked for the person who did the shoveled noise without the snow that helped me out. There was no one to be seen.

I fully expected seeing and hearing shoveling activities everywhere, but no one to be seen anywhere. Everything also was cemetery quiet. No odors of the town, An Italian town without odors??

I felt perfectly comfortable the way I was dressed, with walking shorts and a short sleeve shirt and barefoot. I did give fleeting thought that normally I would require more clothing. I decided not to venture any further. Reluctantly, I went back to my room and my bed. Unknown to me, another deep sleep cycle was in store, probably until another episode presented itself.

CHAPTER 3

The Scooter Boy:

Sometime 1945

As I slept, again facing the old door to the outside. Then, bright sunlight came through the cracks, which forced my eyes to open. I’ve often wondered what if had faced the other way, probably not part of the plan. I wasn’t eager to try the old door, just to be disappointed, but I had no choice, there was nothing in the room for me. There was no sign of the two women, either.

Up and at the door, I was very surprised and delighted that the door easily open and I was quickly outside and another sunny day. There were structures that I then was able to see. I would say it was a warm day, but I can’t. Weather would never be a factor for me. About a block away, I entered a foot carved entrance in the shrubbery leading to some place. It quickly revealed the sight of the Adriatic Sea. I knew nothing of World War2, still active. The Sea was totally calm, no sign of war. Not a single vessel, boat of any kind, No activity and no one to be seen. Everything silent. Disappointed, but undaunted, I began my walk toward anything of interest to me. I thought that at any time I would see people. I gave no thought to anything but seeing some activity. The town appeared to be totally empty. Unknown only to me.

I was soon at another part of the town. I ran out of places to see and was perplexed at the continuing emptiness and silence everywhere. I went back to stare back out at the sea. I couldn’t smell the pungent sea air, nor hear the waves crashing on the beach. As I was about to turn around and go elsewhere, I heard the unmistakable sound of metal wheels on a hard surface. A boy about my age was quickly and smoothly approaching me. The boy stopped near me on his sturdy homemade wooden scooter. It made me want one for myself. I asked him that I would like to have one like his, and do you know anyone that would make it for me?" The boy picked up the scooter, turned it over to reveal the ball bearings for its wheels. He pointed to the nearby forest as he told me:

First, you will need the wheels you can get them out there, out of a crashed airplane" My jaw must have dropped. The boy got back on his scooter. then quickly and effortlessly pushed himself out of sight. Again, disappointed, I would forget of a scooter for myself and maybe just return to my room. Now, of course, I believe the boy to be an illusion.

Retrospect: Apparently, I