I am a romantic idealist. Since the time I was young I daydreamed about people instantly getting well, free of all pain and distress. I often read about miraculous cures. I watched Resurrection with Ellen Burnstyn repeatedly and every other movie illustrating the wonder of miraculous healing. I read Illusions by Richard Bach frequently just to feel the awe of his instant cures. I studied placebo cures, religious cures, New Testament cures, hypnosis cures and the Village of St. Bernadette cures. I actually witnessed documented healings by Philipino psychic surgeons verified with follow-up evaluations. I loved hearing about people healed by changing their diets or by taking vitamins, herbs and supplements. It all fascinated me. I didn’t really care if some of the stories and events were fabricated, it was the absolute awe and wonderment vicariously experienced that completed something inside me. I was convinced everyone could be well when applying the correct healing procedures. Healing did not necessarily need to be instantaneous. It could be a process. I had to learn how.
I first read You Are All Sanpaku by Oshawa, Back to Eden by Kloss, The Mucous less Diet by Arnold Erhet, Paul Bragg, Bernhard Jenson, and every other book I could find. Back in the 1960’s, however, there weren’t that many books on nutrition and herbs but they were solid with good information that still stands today. I felt like a dedicated student watching and reading instruction manuals but never applying the information. You can watch instructional videos only so much until eventually you must put on the snow skis, put the racket in your hand, or pick up the brush. So how do I learn the art of healing? At that time, I knew nothing of Chiropractic or Natural Healing professions. We lived in an upper middle class neighborhood and my parents socialized primarily with medical doctors and other professionals. They encouraged me to pursue conventional medicine but I was not interested. I decided to take a break and started traveling. I eventually found myself the founder of Pioneer Log Cabins, a company (?) that built log houses with the clients own trees.
While building a log house in southern Oregon with my brother, Don, I had an experience that changed my life. One sunny day, I was working by myself, when I looked up and here stood a bearded, full-bodied man standing a few feet from me. I never even heard him coming! His eyes were dark and pierced the shadow cast by his brimmed hat. Before I said anything, he began speaking in a smooth, baritone voice that completely abolished any defensive feelings I was having. He stated he had been watching me for days. Somehow, he could tell I was a true seeker and always searching for answers. He continued to say that I create a thought, ponder it, and then, with dedication, make it happen. He continued to say he would give me a simple guideline that would work for me throughout my life.
He stated that Quests require Knowledge, Wisdom, and Understanding. Knowledge represents the tools of a craft. Wisdom enables knowing how to use each tool proficiently, and Understanding involves recognizing how to take these tools and create something spectacular with them. To pursue a Quest first requires accumulating the knowledge necessary to make it happen and then studying and practicing to becoming skillful at using the knowledge. Once this foundation is established, it is then necessary to set out on the journey, to fulfill the dream. He gave me one other bit of life philosophy. He declared that every thought should produce an action. This is the only way you can live in the moment and it is only in the moment that you live your true calling. Then after talking for thirty minutes or so, he turned away, and casually walked back into the forest. Whoa! OK! What was that all about?
After a few weeks of pondering over these lessons in philosophy as well as a few more conversations with the mountain Socrates, I was ready to get moving. I wanted to be a physician since I received my first doctor bag for Christmas at six years old. I had been into health foods since I was eight, been on numerous fasts and diets with my father, and had read numerous books on health. All I ever talked about was eating properly and becoming enlightened (it was what the sixties were really all about). It was time I did something about it. I decided to become a physician. I still knew nothing of natural medical professions. I toyed with the idea of becoming an osteopath, but the course seemed too conventional. During this time of searching, I worked in a health store and built electronic devices designed to stimulate healing.
While I was building log cabins with my brother, I met a man who developed a healing device made from converted tube radios. Two moistened pads connected to the wires of the speakers and were placed along the spine or anywhere there might be discomfort. It was necessary to find a good rock-n-roll station and run the electrically converted frequencies into the body. I was convinced this was an important cure-all and began a meager attempt at selling them. Fortunately, I had a day-job.
I was working in a health store that was the true oxymoron of health stores. In the front of the store was all the vitamins and supplements and in the main body of the store was a bakery!? Yes, it’s true. I stocked shelves with nutritional supplements, assisted in while making and selling cookies and these unbelievably scrumptious glazed donuts! Even the most dedicated of health devotees could not resist the delicacies in that store. I often repented though with a vegetable juice made from my garden produce. One day, while working in the store, I met a chiropractor named Alan Beardahl. He was a local physician and apparently was a successful natural healer. We instantly became good friends. After of few conversations, I loaned him one of my ‘electronic radio devices that heals people with rock-n-roll frequencies.’ It never had a name so this is what I called it. He gladly applied it to his patients but did not get the cures I had been convinced it would produce. In any event, the patients liked the effect of the device and I had my first (and last) sale. Still, with all of our meetings, I never connected that what Dr. Beardahl was doing was something I could do. Chiropractic seemed more involved with the musculo-skeletal system and not the practice of natural medicine. Nevertheless, our friendship changed my life forever.
It was a sunny August day in Oregon. I had just come in from working in the garden, when the phone rang. The individual calling was the admissions secretary for Western States Chiropractic College. She informed me that Dr Beardahl had paid my first years tuition, and, would I be interested in attending? I remember standing in the sunlight as it shown through the window thinking to myself that I am not really doing anything. I had the health/bakery store job, but I was not planning on it for a career. I no other opportunities and this one just fell in my lap, so I said yes. All I needed was the 98 pre-med college hours.
My father was always an optimist encouraging me to go to school even if I didn’t know what I want to do. Eventually, I would discover my path and it will be easier to follow if I had the accumulated college credits. He was right! When the Chiropractic College reviewed my records, I the exact credits required. I started school one month later. Over the following five years, I completed the courses offered by the Chiropractic College, National College of Naturopathic Medicine, and the North American College of Acupuncture. I was ready to learn how to produce miraculous healings, or so I thought.