I was born in New Orleans, La on June 26, 1936.  You might say I was born to write about things esoteric though these subjects were more avocation than profession, I became an Architectural Draftsman by trade and economic necessity.  Even though Seeds of Heaven is the result of nearly forty years of dabbling in this alternative world of mystics, religionists and Truth seekers; I always regarded myself as a truth seeker.  There is a difference.  As I wrote Seeds of Heaven I realized writing is a catalytic act, religions are but different kinds of clothing, automobiles are houses.  My great realization is that every man has as his birth right all the equipment necessary for self realization and in self realization one comes face to face with the truth.  Various religions simply codify a path to realization.

I say I was born to write about things esoteric because my Grandfather was born with a veil; in the lore of our family culturalization this had deep spiritual meaning.  My Grandfather could talk with his dead relatives and did so regularly.  My mother had a particular gift.  She had dreams in which dream symbols pointed to Thoroughbred race horses who would be win the next day.  I, her first born son, was also gifted with this dream ability and the added ability to interpret the dreams.  I wrote about it in my first book, “Who’s Going to Win Tomorrow or How to Use Your Dreams for Fun and Profit”.  Kristina, whom I call my mystic pizza and who I love dearly put her hand on my heart and declared, ‘Tito, you are a natural Clairaudient (one who hears or feels the thoughts of others).’  This answered a lot of life long questions for me.

I served my country in the 272 Military Police Company and had the privilege of pulling guard duty at the famous Check Point Charlie in the surrounded enclave of West Berlin, Germany.  I experienced terror and some adventure when one morning Khrushchev woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I woke up at Check Point Charlie staring down the barrel of a Russian tank at the East German end of the Check Point.  I looked at the tank muzzle and looked at my 45 revolver with no ammunition (the powers that be would not allow us to carry loaded weapons for fear one of us would start and international incident… standing orders for us were to allow the Russians or East Germans to kill us first… not my idea of a good time).

I graduated from San Francisco City College with an AA degree in Architecture.

The highlight of my life was as my brother’s roadie in Germany.  Yes, by some weird turn of events I returned to Germany as a civilian.  My brother became a star performer of festivals, television and nightclub circuits.   

Then came tragedy.  My mother needed home care and rather than put her in a home which she had a pathological fear of because of the savage treatment she witnessed of my Grandmother I quit my job and cared for her for six years.  After losing six years of my working life I discovered that the Catholic Church and the Shriner’s Hospital Group were NOT the honorable people my mother thought they were.  Through greed and avarice they proceeded to destroy my economic life and it resulted in my second book “Caregivers Under Siege” which tells the story of a deep Facist corruption connecting the judiciary, the Catholic Church, the Shriner’s Hospital Group and corporate America.

I am now in production with len harrison’s media production company Black Cat Media producing a One-Man-Show entitled “Wake Up!  People! – the Road to Sundance” a monologist effort designed to raise money to allow me to put some real production value into my independent movie “Wake Up!  People!”.  I even had a dream in which Nicole Kidman appeared in my movie as Lady Liberty to rescue me from my coming judicially induce poverty.  I have a letter on the way to her asking her to reenact the part for real “Wake Up!  People!”