One White Hair

Installment #7 of Three Lost Worlds: A Memoir of Life Among Mystics, Healers, and Life-Artists

My approach to the Order is anything but a straight line. While my contemporaries finish their education, and sift into family and professional lives, I set out on a prolonged series of switchbacks. In 1971, as I approach the end of my senior year at the University of Kansas, I have no complete education, no skills, no art, and no idea who I am. I’m not even a good hippie. No matter how stoned I get, I just can’t buy into “the revolution” that’s supposed to happen tomorrow or next week, when the governments…