In 1976, Jack had the opportunity to spend 155 healthful years back in "Home World" (the place of Divine Eternal Energy from which we all come, and to which we all shall return) when, following a single-vehicle motorcycle accident, he was pronounced DOA (dead on arrival) at the hospital emergency ward. He remained clinically "dead" for close to 3 hours until he came back into his body just as a hospital orderly was zipping him up in a body bag in the hospital morgue.

The slide collection below depicts paintings of Home World, paintings that Jack has rendered -- mostly in acrylics -- over the years since childhood.

In 1992, Chief White Feather of the Lakota tradition sent his granddaughter to wait for a man of Jack's description at a truck stop in the high dessert of Nevada. On her 4th day at the truck stop, Jack and a couple of his buddies stopped there on their way to Las Vegas.

"Follow me," the squaw told Jack as she approached him in high-cut jeans, boots and her hair braided all the way down her back. "My grandfather's waiting for you."

Imagining that he would reunite with his buddies in Las Vegas in a day or two, Jack followed the squaw and tossed his keys to his friends.  "I'll catch up with you later," he said.

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Instead, the squaw led him to Water's End Reservation where Chief White Feather and his wife, Crawling Bear Claw, awaited him and tested him for every day for six weeks in the tradition of Lakota initiation ordeals. At the end of those trials, both Jack and Chief White Feather knew without a doubt that Jack is indeed Shaman.

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White Feather and Crawling Bear Claw gave him the name "One of Many Golden Feathers," a name that Jack has since shortened over the years to "Golden Feather."

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