CH. 14: “On Such A Winter’s Day” …

By admin On December 8th, 2012

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CH. 14: “ON SUCH A WINTER’S DAY”

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“ALL THE LEAVES ARE BROWN…”

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But the skies were definitely not gray.  Sunny skies as a matter of fact! The big old DutchThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893 Elm trees that lined the street were now bare. The grass was dormant brown. On this crisp January day, there was no denying that winter was in the Basin! But just like a typical winter’s day in the Basin…lots of blue skies and sunshine! And really, not nearly as cold as many other places in the U.S…

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Klamath Basin gets cold, but also gets lots of sunshine. Sunshine! What a redeeming aspect to this little high-desert community! Located in the foothills of the Cascade mountains, Klamath graces the eastern side of those mountains, but also nearly borders the high deserts of Eastern Oregon.

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“STOPPED INTO A CHURCH…”

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The Christmas at the Oregon coast was peaceful, however (see Chapter 13). But now back in Khttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lincoln_cathedral_Gallery_of_Kings.jpglamath, it was January. And now, being delivered from the satanic horror-chamber that was Unit 3600, I was now in an infinitely better position! And yet, I felt void of the spiritual power that I believed only God could fulfill in me.

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And so I decided to find a church to pray in. And I went to one I knew of. The arched doors were beautiful, as was the rest of this building (similar to these two photos). It looked somewhat like a Spanish mission. And stained-glass windows galore! I figured this was my best chance. As I said in the last chapter, it seemed as though the spirit had departed from me. I lost God! I needed him back! And this church looked holy. Really holy! And I didn’t want to be alone—without God…So I would go in and beg for Him to return…

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“Behold, I go forward, but He is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive Him: On the left hand, where He does work, but I cannot behold Him: He hides Himself on the right hand, that I cannot see Him…” Job 23:8, 9

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I somehow heard that they were always open. Church doors, you know! Maybe some hobo, just coming in from the cold. Or perhaps some local resident needing prayer. Or maybe even a ‘Mama’ or a ‘Papa’ to get down on their knees and pray. Anyone with a deep need could come here for quiet refuge. A place to be alone with God. A haven of rest for the weary soul, in which one could cry out to that Unseen One.

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Whoops! The doors were locked!

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Photo of similar doors: Lincoln cathedral Gallery of Kings wikimedia creative commons generic 2.0 license

Photo of similar-looking church courtesy Wikipedia & AARktos. Share-alike license.

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“I PASSED ALONG THE ‘WAY’…”

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(Kit Carson ‘Way’, that is)

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I hopped back into my little black car and zoomed off, in search of another church in which to try to regain contact with the spirit. (Thinking about that last church, it wasn’t hard to imagine that a church is just as subject to vandalism these days as anyone else. You really can’t blame them for locking their doors in this day and age!)

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Anyway, I next thought of a big old church which was on the “Kit Carson Way”. “They always have something going on there. I’ll try them!” And so I pulled into the parking lot. I walked cautiously up to the side door. This grand old building was once our local hospital. But as long as I can remember, it’s been a church. It had massive white pillars, and the building was made of red brick.

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This church was on a busy street called the “Kit Carson Way” Now how it got that name, Kit Carson Way, I have not a clue! Oh yeah, I understand who Kit Carson was. Kind of. But even though I often wondered how it got that name, I never researched it. Maybe someone around here decided to honor Kit Carson for some reason. Well, I just figured that was why; simply to honor a famous person. (M479px-Kit_Carson_photograph_restored wikipedia public domainaybe now with Internet I might just look this stuff up.)

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OK, I just looked it up on-line. Kit Carson (photo left) was a scout for John Fremont (painting lower right) and his men who came to Klamath Lake in the 1840′s, and made camp here. It was a somewhat brutal experience, and a sad point in history for Carson and Fremont with their deadly skirmishes with the Modoc and Klamath tribes. In spite of this blemish on his character, Carson was mostly liked and respected by Indian and white-man alike. And he liked the Indians. Also, he probably had more of a conscience than other men of those days. His conscience caused him sorrhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:John_Charles_Fr%C3%A9mont.pngow for following Fremont’s orders to execute a number people during his stint with Fremont. As for Fremont’s conscience, that might be another story. Carson died at 59 of a blood-clot, by the way.

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I can’t believe I’ve never researched this before! My brother could probably recite names, dates, places, and events on this and any other subject concerning Carson and Fremont! But I just didn’t have enough interest in history.

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Photo courtesy Wikipedia. Public Domain.

John Frémont Wikipedia US public domain

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“YOU KNOW I GOT DOWN ON MY KNEES…”

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Anyway, I was glad to find the door not locked, and so I went in. There was a secretary inside, doing some paper work. I asked if I could go into the sanctuary. She said that was just fine. The sanctuary was not nearly as large as I thought this big building was capable of having. And I was surprised at how—uh— unorthodox everything looked. I hadn’t been to church but very rarely. And always those churches looked very traditional: pews, murals with angels and cherubs…stained-glass windows & cathedral ceilings. And a pipe organ.

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But not in this church!

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But here were simply folding-chairs and a portable podium. And there were guitar amplifiers, and mic stands, as if there was a rock band or something. Very odd! And the ceiling wasn’t even as tall as my ceilings at home! And just white sheet-rocked walls, like in a home. No stained-glass! No statues! No murals! No angels! No Cherubs! And…no-o-o-o…pipe organ!

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THIS PLACE WILL HAVE TO DO

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Nevertheless, it was a church! I would have preferred the first church, however. It looked much more holy and reverent than this place. But I was desperate! So this place would have to do. So I knelt down in front a folding chair to pray. But then I decided to move up closer to the altar (podium) thinking I could get as close as possible to God.

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Woodward Avenue Presbyterian Church pipe organ wikimedia share-alike license

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“AND I BEGAN TO PRAY…”

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And I began to pray. “Oh God, please come back into my life. I’m sorry I let you down. Don’t leave me forever, God!” As I sat there, I just thought that maybe I felt something like my head move up and down, as if He was saying “Yes. I’m here.”

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“Is that you God?” I prayed. And so I pleaded some more. And once again I thought I could barely feel my head nod ever so slightly, “Yes”.

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But just then, several people came into the sanctuary talking together. So I got up and left.

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Outside I hopped back into my car, jubilant over the prospects that the Lord might be back! As I drove down the road, my head began to nod continually as if He was saying, “Yes! I’m here! Yes. Yes. Yes!” By now, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was so happy! I decided to just drive. Anywhere! It didn’t matter, now that God was back in my life!

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And so down the Kit Carson Highway I drove. Northward! To Chiloquin! My head now nodding up and down continually. Tears still rolling down. ”You’re back!  OH HAPPY DAY!!!”

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I was like that Bible parable of the “Prodigal Son” (although at that time, I knew nothing about that parable of the prodigal son). A son who—at last—came home to his Father!

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But I was really happy he was back! And I just wanted to go for a drive! I didn’t know where. I didn’t care! So I drove northward towards Chiloquin, about 30 miles north of Klamath Falls.

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Chiloquin OR – welcome sign wikimedia creative commons license

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“I’D BE SAFE AND WARM…

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IF I WAS IN L.A….”

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Now as I was driving northward, the spirit began to speak! This was too good to be true! What a victorious moment!

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And so he spoke and I listened intently…

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“Oh Chuck, I have big plans for you.”

“Why are you talking to me Lord?”

“Oh I have big plans for you. (in Los Angeles!)”

“What kind of plans?”

“Big plans, Chuck. Very big plans.”

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You can just imagine how absolutely great this kind of news was to me! After all, I had just gone through almost two months of absolute Hell! Now the Lord was telling me that I was in store for very good  news! He spoke of my going to L.A. to get back into the music business! Whoa! The music business!?

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So I asked, “Why me? Am I someone special?”

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“Very special Chuck. You were someone very special. In a former life.”

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I just sensed where he was going with this… “Was—I—Jesus?”

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My head began to nod in the affirmative.

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“I was Jesus Christ!? In a former life!?”

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“Yes Chuck. You were Jesus in a former life.”

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GRAND-MAMAS &

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GRAND-LARCENY PAPAS…

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After this, I was urged to drive to a public park near Chiloquin, about 30 miles from Klamath Falls. Chiloquin was a little town where my great-grandparents settled just after the turn of the century, in the early 1900′s. It was originally an Indian village, of the Klamath Tribe, led by Chief Chiloquin. My great-grandparents started a general store, post office, and I think a small hotel, in about 1905 or so.

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“Oh Chuck, I have very big plans for you. But first let me tell another reason you are very special. Besides being Jesus in a former life, you have someone in your family line who was very special. Someone I owe a big favor to.”

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Now I didn’t know much about my family history. I did hear that we had someone who was on the “Most Wanted” list. Someone like “Machine Gun Kelly” or something. And I also heard we were related to the Nelson family who starred in that old TV show, “Ozzie and Harriet”. But I began prodding him as to who it was he owed a favor to.

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“Oh Chuck, it was your Great-Grandmother. She was a great lady. Oh I loved that lady.” At times, the spirit sounded like he was getting all choked up. Like he was sobbing. But I kind-of got the impression that he was doing it in a mocking way. Nevertheless, this story made sense. And I was really happy about all this…uh…information the spirit was feeding me. Because, when talking to people, I liked to always work into a conversation about my Great-Grandparents starting the first store there in Chiloquin, and My Great-Grandma being the first Postmaster there.

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But the spirit began telling me many stories about my Great-Grandparents, and the great things they did. And he kept this up for a while until his speech turned again towards me.

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“I loved that woman. But I hate you!”

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Why do you hate me?” I asked.

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“I hate you because you are a great sinner! And you’ve done a lot of rotten things in your life. But I also love you, because you were Jesus Christ in a past life. And I have big plans for you. You are going to do something very special for me.”

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And so began a guessing game as to what it was that I was going to do. But finally he revealed what it was I was going to do for him.

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Photo of the Nelson’s copyrighted. But used under “fair use” rationale. Information provided by Wikipedia. See “Fair-Use” rationale. Just click here.

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“The Candy Kid”, Richard Reese Whittemore & girl-friend, “Tiger Lil” Public domain www.theweirduniverse.com

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“CALIFORNIA DREAMIN…”

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“I am going to give you songs. And you are going down to LA to record them! You are one lucky S#%$!&b! You are going to be famous very soon! You are going to write some religious songs, and some that aren’t religious! And with these songs yUrban3355 wikipedia public domainou are going to turn many people to me!”

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I always wanted to get into the recording industry. It was my dream for many years! I even moved to San Francisco many years ago to attend a unique school dedicated to rock-n-roll.

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As I drove, I kept after him to tell me about all my former lives. And so I found out that for nearly two thousand years, I had been repeatedly re-incarnated. And in each former life, I had performed some great thing in the religious world. But he was very vague, however, as to any details. But I did manage to get out of him that I had been a Pope a number of times. And also, I’d been a Cardinal, and a Bishop sometimes. But each time I did some necessary deed. Some great accomplishment.

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Photo courtesy Wikipedia. Public Domain.

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“YOU KNOW THE PREACHER

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LIKE THE COLD (COLD SNOW!)…”

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After a while, the spirit directed me to return to Klamath Falls. And at some point, he urged me to pull over. He told me to get out of the car. “Now run up that hill, you S&%$ B#@%&!” I ran up the small embankment. “Now fall down, you $%^&#$@!” I fell down into the snow. “Now eat snow! You ^%$#@!” I hate you—but I love you (sobbing) I love you…Jesus…Christ! Eat snow!!” So I ate snow. But inside I was feeling very good. I’d take this over the “mental ward games” any day! Even if I had to eat snow on such a winter’s day!

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CONCLUSION…

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At this point, the spirit began to speak of eternal life as though it was re-incarnation. No Heaven! No Hell! Just one lie after another…uh…I mean one LIFE after another!

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A CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’ DREAM…

.The Mamas and the Papas Ed Sullivan Show 1968 WIKIPEDIA PUBLIC DOMAIN

According to John Phillips (of Mamas & Papas) in a Bravo documentary, and Michelle Phillips in an NPR piece, the song, California Dreamin’, was written in 1963 while they were living in New York. He dreamed about the song and woke her up to help him write it. This information provided by Wikipedia.

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The Mamas and the Papas Ed Sullivan Show 1968 WIKIPEDIA PUBLIC DOMAIN

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To go to Chapter 15,  just click here,

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Ch. 15 “I AM Music”…

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This spirit proves himself a pretty good song-writer!

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