Chapter 26

Banff, Alberta, A Disembodied Archangel Michael — July, 1974

As my Dodge® truck sputtered ever upward into the Canadian Rockies, I couldn’t resist going to Banff to see for myself if the Archangel Michael really did reside over a spiritual ashram. The string of events in Banff was bizarre, from being welcomed into a cult with “Brother your home,” fasting for days and meditating on Indian Chief Mountain to having my truck engine blow up because a guy didn’t like ‘long-haired hippies’. Left with only a backpack, sleeping bag, and guitar I kept on west to Vancouver, British Columbia.

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