My first Kuwaiti spiritual son was met while walking along a beach and approaching a car he was sitting in. He was an air force military trainee and to this day I do not know if he was a plant, a turncoat or a loyal spiritual son. I taught him, through long conversations, about religion and the building of an ideal world. Shortly after I met him, I learned of the Kuwait Graduate Society Club and realized that this would be an ideal place to meet more open minded, thinking Kuwaitis.

The very first night I went to the graduate society, I approached different Arab men explaining I was looking to meet a person interested in the unity of all religions and building a world of purity. After approaching a few, one said, “There is another crazy person like you”. He pointed to a lady and I went over to her. She was a very prepared person who became my core Kuwaiti disciple. I learned she had had a vision where Jesus was on one end of a rope she was holding with one hand and Mohammad was on the other end. With her other hand, she was holding on to the two of them. She was stretched out between the two different directions, being torn in half or not able to decide which direction to go. She had a master’s degree and was teaching blind, deaf and dumb students. Her name was Suhila.

A huge tray was placed in the center, filled with rice and an entire cooked lamb. The men reached with their hands and pulled off hunks of meat and placed them on top of the rice they had on their plates. The guy next to me filled my plate before I could say anything. I, like a good Christian American boy, ate everything placed on my plate because the poor of the world did not have food. But, as soon as I turned my head, the guy on my other side filled my plate again with food. I quickly learned that one had to leave food on one’s plate because the host is obligated to keep filling their guest’s plate until they could not eat everything. This family became my family away from home and I often slept there during the afternoon siesta time and became very close to both his sons and daughters.

Suhila’s uncle’s sons would take me on various outing trips into the countryside of Kuwait. Once we drove to the border area between Kuwait and Saudi Arabia where their family had a fishing cottage on the coast. To my surprise, there were no sleeping facilities of any kind. We all had to manage sleeping on the slippery hoods of our car bonnets for that was the only place the multitudes of scorpions could not climb to. We spent time snorkeling in this remote area and I found many real natural pearls in oysters we harvested. Stupidly, I threw them away because they were not of a perfect round shape, only later to learn they would have been worth quite a lot in their irregular shapes.

Another time, we raced in fast boats far out into the Arabian Sea and hooked up to a gigantic oil platform for deepwater fishing. It was just amazing the mass of large fish that we seemed to pull up every time we let our lines down. I, like a dumb guy, got this clever idea. “Why not put the scuba mask on I had brought and look over the side to see why we were catching so many fish.” I leaned my body way over the side of the boat to see underneath and, wow, there were endless schools of fish swimming just under our boat. The next instant, I was yanked back into the boat by one of my new friends, who was yelling, warning me that the area was full of sharks. I took off my mask and started pulling in my line, fighting a big fish. As he came to the surface, I pulled strongly to lift this large fish into the boat and, all of a sudden, the weight of the fish was gone and I fell backwards. What came into the boat was only the bloody head of the fish. A shark had bitten off its body where my head was bent over only moments earlier. Lesson learned—always ask those who know the area before acting impulsively.

Once, Suhila’s uncle’s daughters approached me to help them. They revealed that every night they would hear heavy breathing at the foot of their bed, and once one sister saw a man standing there breathing heavily, exuding a strong sexual energy, but then vanished. They, knowing of my spiritual teachings and lifestyle, asked me if I would perform some kind of exorcism to rid their room of this visiting evil being. I declined, not knowing what I might be getting myself into. They later informed me they paid a Muslim healer and he got rid of the visitor. A few Palestinian friends and I concluded that the visitor must have been some man who either knew them or saw them and was obsessed with them, and either knowing or unknowing was astral projecting at night to visit them.

In Kuwait they gave me a nickname, “the pure one”, and later “Mishal” or the “bearer of light,” for they knew of my absolute standards of a religious, spiritual life and could feel my spirit. Actually, it was this standard that protected me from immediate arrest in Kuwait. Although I was oblivious of my being “white,” I stood out like a sore thumb. I did not even see one white person in the two years I was there. As I walked about, I carried the Holy Quran under one arm, would walk up to anyone I met, and take cigarettes out of their mouths, throwing them on the ground and commanding them to not defile God’s temple. When visiting the homes of many Kuwaitis, I often would change the channels on their TVs when I felt the images were wrong and chastise them. Each day, I would reprimand Kuwaitis and tell them that they had to become a “True Muslim” as I was. This sent a very clear message that I was not in Kuwait to convert Muslims to Christian, but was a force of Allah commanding them to improve their practice of True Islam.

After my two Muslim spiritual children, Suhila and my Indonesian martial arts teacher, heard all of DP and internal guidance, I let them know of each other’s existence and organized for them to travel to England to participate in a workshop there. When they returned, the Indonesian faded away from involvement with me, but Suhila joined totally and committed her life to succeed in the Kuwait mission. She also told me that the Indonesian brother had warned her against me on the airplane.