After high school, I formed a new band called
"Come As You Are" and actively began writing and arranging my own music. This
chapter captures the fear and anticipation of recording at a Chicago recording
studio. Without question I knew that I had to pursue music as a career. During
this period, I began to delve into the supernatural and occult, ESP, fortune
telling, and communicating with the dead. In August of 1969 I left Wisconsin
with the intent to perform at Woodstock.
Finding myself exhausted after 14 months of New
York City life, I felt a great shot of exhilaration over the real possibility
of fleeing New York City to the peaceful, loving San Francisco area. This
chapter is in living color as I attempt to describe the breathtaking beauty of
the Plains and western mountains.
Unfortunate mishaps landed me in San Jose,
California and seemed to follow me closely behind, but happily I was introduced
to natural foods and a more 'back-to-earth' lifestyle. Music failed me
here.
While motoring through the Santa Cruz Mountains
south of San Francisco, on a beautiful September day I ventured onto a rustic
cottage for rent. And so I did. I gladly pulled up stakes in San Jose and
quickly became a musical mountain man. A great unveiling ensued. In my numerous
encounters with spiritual cults, Eastern religions, and more importantly the
Native Americans, I felt strongly compelled to live like the old Lakota Sioux.
I hand sewed an 18' tipi and read up on the Indians' old ways as much as I
could.
California had accomplished in me what it had
to, so late in the summer of '72, I made plans to go back to Wisconsin and set
up my tipi there.
En route to Wisconsin via Manitoba, I met a
hippie wanna-be who offered to let me put my tipi up on his land near Lake
Bemidji. Bemidji, Minnesota, the "ice-box" of the nation. This chapter relives
one of the loneliest, self-searching, and tragic seasons of my life. Survival
in sub-zero temperatures required courage, stamina, and insanity. God spared me
from freezing to death, the tipi burned up, as did most of my belongings.
Back in my hometown of Grafton, I was allowed
to 'crash' in a newly found friends basement. People listened intently as I
shared my almost unbelievable stories with old and new friends. A half-hearted
attempt was made at forming another band. We played just one job.
After having secured a full-time job, for the
first time in three years, I rented an old farmhouse in a nearby rural area.
There I sewed yet another tipi, a bigger one, and lived peacefully with a lady
friend. I purchased at least 50 books dealing with an array of spiritual and
supernatural topics. I absorbed all that I read. By this time, I had been
witnessed to three times over the past two years by well-versed Christian men.
I still rejected Christ and felt a deep longing to know the old Indian's ways.
Being almost repulsed at this time by electronic instruments, I bought a very
expensive ($1500) 'Guild' concert-body rosewood acoustic guitar, which I still
play.
Chapter 18
Alaska On My
Mind Late April, 1974
| Yearning to
homestead in Alaska, much preparation was given to realizing this desire. I
corresponded with Alaskan hippies, saved almost $2,000, bought a truck, built a
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Chapter 19
First Stop
Lame Deer AprilMay, 1974
I was determined to visit Lame Deer, an Oglala
Sioux Holy Man. His book, Lame Deer; Seeker of Visions, enamored me.
He lived in 'Indian Town', Winner, South Dakota, near the Rosebud reservation.
Upon finally meeting him, I was very let down, and disenchanted. He was not the
mystic holy man that I imagined him to be. But he did point me to Crow Dog's
Camp on the White River on the Rosebud. Lame Deer said, "Go there. Tell 'em I
sent you, see how real Indians live."
Chapter 20
On The
Rosebud Crow Dog's Camp May, 1974
The hills were teeming with young teenage
braves with rifles. It was just months after the Wounded Knee uprising
incident. My ticket to enter the 'camp' was Lame Deer's personal verbal
invitation. I was the only white guy to be allowed into this approximately
50-acre encampment. The area along the White River was dotted with campers,
tents, and poorly constructed tipis. I estimate that there were probably 70
Lakota there. The one-day experience at Crow Dog's camp requires a chapter for
itselffrom experiencing a 15-hour peyote ceremony to extreme visions. It
took me two days to 'come down' and straighten up.
Chapter 21
On The
Rosebud Jesse Eagle Elk May, 1974
After being sternly told to leave the camp by a
number of angry, envious young men, I drove on down the dirt road and noticed a
man eagerly waving at me. He was Jesse Eagle Elk. Jesse warmly invited me to
stay with he and his family, and so I did. The two weeks spent with the Eagle
Elk's were warm and friendly and included yet another peyote ceremony. I
quickly came to realize that though these Lakota Sioux people were for the most
part very warm, humorous, and gracious they simply did not spiritually know for
certain what they believed more less why they believed it. And so I ventured on
again toward my Alaskan destination.
Chapter 22
Badlands,
Black Hills, and Beyond MayJune, 1974
Spending approximately a week just slowly
moseying through this exceptionally beautiful territory in south western South
Dakota, I took advantage of the solitude and meditated many hours.
Chapter 23
Drawn To
Boulder, A Spiritual Melting Pot June, 1974
Not really intending to head South, I changed
direction after picking up one of many hitchhikers who told me of a great
spiritual festival soon to happen in Boulder, Colorado. The month spent in
Boulder was phenomenal if spiritual stimuli were what you were seeking. Daily I
was exposed to cults, mind-sciences, ways of attainment, and frauds. I
performed my music a few times on my Guild guitar, but mostly just took in all
of the supernatural that I could handle. By this time in my spiritual quest for
God and enlightenment I could easily sense counterfeits. I usually write of
them in a humorous fashion.
Chapter 24
Rocky
Mountain Fling Late June, 1974
After leaving Boulder, I traveled high up into
the Rockies. Parking my truck in a hidden secluded area, I prayed and sang for
days hoping that my spiritual 'Master' would appear. How much more sincere
would I have to get?
Chapter 25
Yellowstone
Impressions July, 1974
| July 4th found me
atop Mount Washburn in Yellowstone National Park, sitting among a herd of
mountain goats including one Big Horn ram. They were soothed by my singing.
Photos attest to this. I surely made a valiant attempt at describing the
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Chapter 26
Banff,
Alberta, A Disembodied Archangel Michael July, 1974
As my Dodge® truck sputtered ever upward
into the Canadian Rockies, I couldn't resist going to Banff to see for myself
if the Archangel Michael really did reside over a spiritual ashram. The string
of events in Banff was bizarre, from being welcomed into a cult with "Brother
your home," fasting for days and meditating on Indian Chief Mountain to having
my truck engine blow up because a guy didn't like 'long-haired hippies'. Left
with only a backpack, sleeping bag, and guitar I kept on west to Vancouver,
British Columbia.
Chapter 27
Hope,
Idaho JulyAugust, 1974
A cheerful couple, Zach and Pat picked me up,
this lonesome sojourner on a highway somewhere near British Columbia. They
first needed to go to Hope, Idaho in the northern panhandle, so I more than
agreeably went along. We socialized nicely. During this period, hippies were
friendly, willing to share, and trustworthy. We became good friends. I spent
several days on the summit overlooking Lake Pond O'Reille with a dog named
'Buddy', meditating, singing, and squeezing as hard as I could to break into
the ethereal realm. Buddy just sat there.
Chapter 28
Vancouver,
British Columbia AugustSeptember, 1974
Zach and Pat were going to pick apples in the
Okanagen Valley in British Columbia, but apple season wouldn't start for
another three weeks. I needed more money and agreed to meet them at a
particular orchard in East Kelowna, British Columbia. So to bide my time, I
hitchhiked to Vancouver. The three weeks spent there proved to be
experientially valuable. I was again exposed to Gurus, Masters, and odd
religions. I had my first and only nude beach experience there, and I had a
strong attraction to a lady, but Zach and Pat and acres of apples were waiting.
So off to East Kelowna, British Columbia I thumbed.
Chapter 29
Apple
Time SeptemberOctober, 1974
The orchard encompassed nearly 400 acres with
at least 45 workers. An odd lot at thatIndians, school teachers, hippies,
Hindus, and even a few rednecks. We mostly got along. The seven weeks working
on the orchard gave me many peaceful hours. Many of the workers shared stories
as we watched the Aurora Borealis. This was the first time I ever saw all those
swooshing colors. Apple picking was hard work but a fun time. I'll remember my
coworkers forever.
Chapter 30
A Change Of
Plans October, 1974
Going to Alaska was out of the question without
a truck. So instead, I made plans to head to Peru, South America in search of
"The Brotherhood of the Seven Rays." I felt convinced from the book that I
read, Secret of the Andes, that I would be one of the chosen ones,
mostly because of my musical abilities. But I needed shots to get a passport so
off to Vancouver, British Columbia I went.
Chapter 31
San
Francisco, The Dawn Horse Communion October, 1974February,
1975
While in Vancouver awaiting my shots, I
frequented yet another cult/New Age bookstore and happened upon a book by a
self-proclaimed Guru 'Bubba Free John'. After only a few pages into the book I
began to glow. I strongly felt that he was to be my spiritual master, so I
threw aside my Peruvian plans and hitchhiked to San Francisco where he
reportedly lived with his followers. An intense five months was spent in
training at the "Dawn Horse Communion." Strict dietary and spiritual
disciplines were expected. This chapter almost painfully goes into detail of
how frightening his mind-control system had become. For the very first time in
my life, I had no idea of who I was or what I liked or didn't like.
Chapter 32
A Turning
From God February, 1975
It seemed that inevitably insanity would be the
avenue that would free me from my confusing bondage. I had to literally escape,
flee from the house I was living. Often his people in high positions would come
into the shoe store I was working at and threaten me. They firmly tried to
persuade me not to leave 'The Work'. But I held my ground and never went
back.
Chapter 33
On The Loose
In San Francisco September, 1975
My life quickly veered into an extreme turn. I
threw off my spiritual robes (God knows I tried to find him). A full-bore
thrust into the world became my drive. Soon, I easily became an alcoholic (a
wino). I frequented jazz and rock nightclubs trying desperately to pick up a
woman. Living above a Chinese laundromat I sang loudly and my song writing
accelerated. I finally gave up the spiritual search. If God was out there he
would have to find me now. I had officially become a drunk.
Chapter 34
Homeward
Bound September, 1975
San Francisco had worked itself out of my
system. I had a great longing to be back in Wisconsin among friends. This
chapter humorously unravels the ordeals that I encountered with having to
somewhat hitchhike back home with what was now a carload of stuff that I had
accumulated while in San Francisco.
Chapter 35
Footch
Kapoot March, 1976August, 1978
Shortly after being back home, I had the itch
to start up a music group again and so I did. This newly formed jazz/rock band
"Footch Kapoot" (a German phrase meaning broken down but repairable) recorded
an album and was growing steadily in popularity. I had several jobs and
girlfriends during this period but alcoholism was slowly killing me. By July of
1978, the group seemed to be confined to the greater Milwaukee area. I lost
interest in just getting nowhere.
Chapter 36
A Life On
Hold August, 1978June, 1979
This was perhaps the most depressed and aimless
ten months of my life. I thought of committing suicide constantly and continued
to drink heavily. Musically and spiritually I did all that I could have done
but only had failure to show for it.
Chapter 37
The Battle Is On
God Pursues Me June 1st-2nd, 1979
After being witnessed to for now the fourth time in
seven years, I deeply struggled for 1½ days with whether Jesus really
was alive and Lord of all. Was He actually calling me?
Chapter 38
Life In
Christ June 2nd, 1979 into 1980
I finally broke down after an all night ordeal with
the Lord and received Jesus Christ as Lord, understanding that he was my
Savior, that He died for my sins. This chapter explodes with immense joy and
long awaited spiritual fulfillment. Music that glorified God just began to
effortlessly flow out of me. I was born again.