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Randy Sweigard
I was born at home, in a pre-revolutionary war farmhouse, on July 9, 1954, the third of six sons. Although we were poor, we were wealthy in other ways. Living in the country is a reward in itself. ...ver maisI was born at home, in a pre-revolutionary war farmhouse, on July 9, 1954, the third of six sons. Although we were poor, we were wealthy in other ways. Living in the country is a reward in itself. I was always a free-thinker, which presented a few problems, especially in school. Unable to conform to their rules and regulations, I was expelled in the tenth grade. However, I didn’t let that interfere with my academic pursuits, having an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. I read anything I could get my hands on, with an overwhelming interest in ancient civilizations. Our farm was littered with “Indian” artifacts, which fueled my interest in the past. I soon discovered that practically everything we’re taught is a total fabrication, from evolution to history. After some time I came to the conclusion there has to be more to life than what they were presenting. I knew there had to be a reason for our existence. After years of research and painstaking correlation of immense quantities of materials I felt confident I had now unraveled the truth. Although I never intended to write a book, I felt it was imperative that the truth be revealed. Life is a never ending journey. It should also be a never ending quest for knowledge.ver menos