Then, much political church discussion ensued, as to whether to put up a house conference also, for all those who couldn't fit in to the tipi. Everybody was talking loudly at once. Why all this publicity over me? That instantly got really large,

with superstitious undertones, but I thought to go ahead with another meeting anyway, therefore everyone might be included. Another roadman pal, Mark went that home meeting on Jerry's family room floor, detailed with the crescent moon mud altar and fire coals on a page of plywood.

It's very hard to put in to phrases what happened in this therapeutic meeting. Ted went the sacred fire, while Chief Lloyd given me more medication than anybody had actually seen. This was definitely way beyond the person amount! I swallowed peyote as dust,

chips, fresh links, particular golf balls with throw and ash, gravy and tea. I never puked, but Keith said he felt me adjusting considerably, as he lay on his pillow close to me. I'm sure the shades of my element rivaled the Aurora Borealis.

Everyone spoke to me about the dangers of liquor, particularly old Peter. He left on some really tough enjoy, and several felt he really attack me below the belt. He ain't large; he's my brother, to quote the Hollies song.

That's old Peter. When requested how I was doing, I possibly could barely discover my voice- probably an initial for me. The tracks and lovely performing had taken me to somewhere near Pluto. Measurements were adjusting inside the tipi. Often, friends appeared really far,

within seven feet of space. Other times, they somehow appeared bigger than life. I thought I was in Lord Shiva's family area, while the crackling fire and crescent moon altar needed on a character of their own. Then Lloyd organized four, very special golf-ball-sized peyote.

They were to be eaten on my knees, facing the altar. The fireplace was so very hot that I was perspiration profusely. Peyote wants it hot, I was told, because it grows in very hot terrains of Texas and Mexico. My prayer smoke could soon be used, after the night water and Lloyd's outdoor desires to the four buy peyote for my recovery.

These special peyote balls were in planning for the cosmic moment. When I took that prayer smoking, moving like a leaf, it believed just like a screen opened. I now had an immediate point to God, wondering Him for support with this dangerous disease. All night, I believed as if my entire life was on trial.

Whether I lived or died would be determined here. Or so it looked, in my experience, with this karmic nights judgment, payoff and guidance. It absolutely was powerful and very emotional too. It absolutely was a courtroom like no other, that's for sure. Thank God these kind of experiences happen only once in your life. Let's hope so anyway.