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Many years ago, when I was a young fellow of 23, I said goodbye to my
native England and journeyed to British Columbia. My heart said I would
find meaning and freedom in that big, wild country. About a year after
arriving in BC my entire life changed in an instant one summer
afternoon.
A friend had arranged for me to meet a British lord named Martin
Cecil. He was a member of a famous British family, a well-known B.C.
cattleman and also leader of a spiritual community in the interior B.C.
I had a good job as a reporter in Victoria, B.C., but wanted to learn
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