He was the child of parents of who both died of the Spanish flu during the 1920’s while he was very young, so he grew up a free-spirit, bounced around amongst his kin-folk in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. He spent a lot of time with his grandparents as a result. One of his grandparents was a wise Scottish elder whom the townspeople referred to as the town Squire. He was often sought after for his advice in legal disputes, was a doctor of herbal medicine, and highly esteemed for his wisdom. The other grandfather was a Cherokee Indian Scout who was awarded 500 prime-hunting acres upon retirement that stretched from Lone Star, Arkansas to the White River.
At the age of 16 I realized the church I was brought up in didn’t have all the answers. I began searching and soon thereafter I met a Cherokee/Druid Medicine man who was born in 1916. He was 55 or so when I met him in 1971, and I was 21. I was so fascinated with his hands-on try-this “Carlos Castaneda” approach to the sacred teachings that I sold my stuff and moved to Arkansas so I could study directly from him.