i was born
in 1949 and raised in a poor, rural
county in northern Minnesota. My
spiritual training was Methodist; I was
joyed to know there was a God but
confused by my inability to see him in
spite of years of church and Sunday
school. My burning question was: If God
is omnipresent, where the heck is he?
Why is he hiding from me? I found myself
depressed and disappointed by life as I
graduated from high school.
In hopes of
finding some relief, I fled home. I
eventually made it to the Haight-Ashbury
district of San Francisco and “dropped
out” in hopes of finding an identity I
could claim as mine. I studied with the
gurus of the day: Stephen Gaskin, Yogi
Bhajan, Swami Satchidananda, and others.
I danced with the Hari Krishnas and Sufi
Sam, and sat in meditation at the Zen
Center. I joined in Holy Man Jams,
shared jugs of wine and joints at Hippie
Hill, went to rock concerts with the
Dead and the Airplane, and took trips to
the mountains to run naked in the woods.
day in 1969, I met a man with
wire-rimmed glasses named Arthur. He had
the ability to move through life with a
magical ease totally unfamiliar to an
introverted farm boy like me. It seemed
that whenever a discussion would arise
about matters of spiritual importance,
Arthur would open his blue book and read
from it. I don’t recall ever “getting”
anything that he said, but I was curious
about why he had so much faith in this
book. One day I asked to see it.
As I turned
the pages and read various paragraphs, I
felt the words speak directly to me—to
my soul—as if they were alive. In less
than ten minutes I knew I had found the
answer to the question of my youth. I
immediately went to the bookstore and
bought a copy.
am the guy with the wire-rimmed
glasses, daily finding opportunities to
share the revelation.
Arthur, wherever you are!