Publisher's Synopsis
ONE MAN'S JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL ENLIGHTENMENT TO RISE ABOVE THESE TROUBLING TIMES. "I awakened.I peeked out from my sleeping bag and looked to the east. My night was ending, giving way to dawn's first light dimly illuminating a green dark prairie grass sea.I watched and waited, huddled in my sleeping bag. A point of red light flashed low in the east on the line where sky meets Earth. I took my pipe, crawled out of my sleeping bag with it and got on my feet, breathing in the cool, fresh morning air. The point of red light flared and stretched left and right, distending into a misshapen, elongated top half of a rising, red sun awakening with me. In a couple of minutes or so the full circle of the morning sun rose above the horizon. A new day had begun.I held up my pipe and pointed the stem at the morning sun, welcoming it's warmth after a chilly South Dakota night. I prayed. "Thank you, Father Sun," giving thanks to him for his gift. Then I asked him if he had a message for me.He said, "I am your Father. I am here to care for you always. I will be with you every day while you fast, and I will provide for you." It was my first day of Hanblechia which means Crying for a Vision in the Dakota language. I would stay put on top of that hill for four days and nights with no food and no water. I was disconnecting from the physical world. The spirit world was taking me in.I had come a long way from where I was born and raised in the suburbs of Northern New Jersey, just a few miles from New York City.What brought me here? The time has come to tell my story."
