“The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.” Gandhi
From earliest childhood I was a seeker of wonders, exploring our Wisconsin farm with my dog as soon as I could walk. When Mom wanted me out from under foot, she’d tell my dad, “Read to the boy.” He did – the Sunday funnies, candy bar ads and everything I asked about until I learned to read. In books the wonder of ideas sprang to life and led me to science fiction, Fate magazine and other grist for a seeker of wonders.
But my father and mother were both practical, active people. My dad farmed, ran trap lines, worked as a cowboy, operated heavy equipment on road construction, and carpentered. My mother’s steadfast, no-nonsense approach to life influenced me too and I learned much from both of them that helped balance my idealistic tendencies.
Ours wasn’t a religious home and this seeker of wonders didn’t know about the Great Ones then, but looking back now, instances of their unmistakable help stand out.
The Cold At twelve, I was on my paper route on a winter night with temperature at minus 10. With just half the papers delivered, I was freezing, barely able to move. At my wit’s end, hunched over, unwilling to quit, just wanting the strength to finish, I prayed, “God have mercy on me!” An amazing warmth flooded my hands and toes, face and body. Suddenly I was able to stand erect again, move on, and have never felt that cold again.
The Fall In my early teens, exploring with friends, I was climbing around in an abandoned quarry. About fourteen feet up one side, I lost my balance and fell. I knew I was in trouble but something calmed me and made me turn so I landed straight-legged, sinking both feet into soft mud on either side of the block of stone I was straddling. I was unhurt.
The Colt 45 In the Marines, I was about to leave the base when a guard I barely knew came up behind me, pressing cold metal to the back of my head. Turning, I saw him twirling his Colt 45 pistol and asked what the #%&* he was doing. “It’s not loaded,” he laughed as he pointed it down the hall and fired off a round that shocked us all. The ricocheting bullet missed three men in the hall but tore a small hole in one’s shirt sleeve. Five Marines were blessed that day, and I know the Great Ones were with us.
On my own path, I studied electricity, electronics, lock smithing, woodworking, metal working, drafting and welding. I was an airline ticket agent and helped build navy ships, leased and managed apartments. You might say I had a hard time making up my mind what I was going to do, but these seemingly random experiences fit together beautifully later on.
Since a friend introduced me to the Lemurian Fellowship, the Philosophy has been a growing part of my thought and actions, providing the grounding and spiritual wonders I had been searching for since childhood. It became the foundation for my life, my marriage, and the source of strength so needed to recover from a life-threatening heart condition and make important changes.
After many years of helping out by living near the Fellowship, with my wife’s passing and the last of the children leaving home, I was free of family responsibilities and able to fulfill a lifelong dream by applying for Lemurian staff membership. All the practical experience gained throughout my life can now be used with the many construction, maintenance, and repair jobs at both our locations, and with the realization of that goal, this seeker of wonders came home.