Just who is Jesse S. Hanson,
anyway?
~musings
on a spiritual identity~
Ironically,
the flip side of the pride vs. humility issue is the fact that a great percentage
of the population is entirely cynical, as regards spirituality and those people
have a tendency to view people like myself, as rather self-deluded or otherwise
deluded dreamers.
Nevertheless,
and at the least, Jesse S. Hanson is a person who has a great deal of interest
in spirituality. It is the backdrop, the undercurrent, of all my writing, and
it has become my most true identity. My
piece here has taken the form of a mini memoir, because it seems to be the only
way to explain such an identification. I have had, through no merit of my own,
the greatest fortune throughout my life, to be inspired by and to spend time in
the company of certain profound beings Who have highly—I would say
fully—realized their potential as human beings. I must say I am not one of
them.
Truly
speaking, there are so many other ways I have attempted to identify myself. I
was born into a devout Lutheran family in the agricultural, sparsely populated,
southeast corner of North Dakota. There, I found identity in the freedom of the
open land, roaming the countryside on the backs of horses, then later as a high
school wrestler, a singer and songwriter of sorts. More generally, I think I
viewed myself in relation to my family, friends, and girlfriends. In the
background was my loosely committed relationship with God, through Jesus.
My college
years also proved to be an exercise in identity swapping. Before I could even
get serious about any kind of academic pursuits, I was exposed to elements of the
prevalent counter culture. Soon I saw myself as more of a Bob Dylan, Neil Young
wannabe than as a student. Here my relationship with Jesus was eventually
challenged, though not entirely broken. I bounced from one major to another,
switched schools altogether and, by the middle of my second year, dropped out.
I went back
and lived in my little hometown for a couple of years. Once there, somehow, a
few young people created a kind of identity for me. I became some kind of false
counter culture celebrity to a certain group. They'd come up to my apartment
and we'd listen to albums, watch Star Trek and smoke pot. I was fortunate that
that particular identity didn't land me in jail. Anyway, having lost all
recognition of myself, after a while I got depressed and, on the advice of my
family pastor, admitted myself (more like: turned myself in) into the nine-week
"drug" program at the state hospital. In the admission process, I was
told it was not really a "drug" program, as there were not even any
junkies in North Dakota. Apparently, they called it the drug program to
distinguish it and to physically separate its residents from the much larger
program for alcoholics and criminals who had managed to avoid real prison. It
was designed for kids, boys and girls both, who needed to get their lives back
on track. Some had been busted for misdemeanors—dope dealing, shoplifting,
etc.—which were often related to a variety of substance abuses—gas and glue
sniffing, etc. There were a few cases of heavier type crimes, such as car theft
and certain acts of violence. In any case, immediately after my admission
process, I was put on a locked ward with the alcoholics and the aforementioned
criminals. But it was only for a week, to make sure I was drug free and then I
was brought to the slightly more liberal drug ward.
I learned a
lot there: not only did I learn that the majority of the staff members were
using drugs, while rehabilitating us, but I became aware of residents who got
sent to prison from that floor for such crimes as smoking a joint or having a
drink of contraband alcohol. I know snitching was encouraged; I don't know if
it was rewarded or not. This was the also the place where I first learned about
spirituality. One of the counselors, Daryl, was an initiate of a Master from
India: Kirpal Singh. This kind, humble, and honest counselor began to hold
"spirituality meetings" in the general activities room. These
non-mandatory meetings were attended by almost all the residents (it was something
to do). Interestingly the soft-spoken counselor somehow held the attention of
the whole group. We were quite fascinated by this person's anecdotes concerning
his remarkable Master.
At one
point, a really wild character was brought onto the floor. Short and stocky,
long dark wavy hair, wild eyes, and a very fierce demeanor. I admitted to the
girl next to me that that fellow made me kind of nervous. "Just don't let
him know it," she advised me. I heard rumors about it taking six or seven
aides to subdue him in the solitary confinement area where he had just come
from. Later, I became good friends with the wild man, Mark, and it turned out
that he was already involved with this Kirpal Singh and was planning to get
initiated at some point in the future. He said that when he was in solitary,
Daryl was the only person who came to visit him. This is notable because the
hospital was in Mark's hometown.
Well, we
were some mixed up kids, I suppose, but we weren't crazy. That was yet to come
in my life. Upon leaving the hospital, I decided to move to Seattle,
Washington. Mark had an apartment there, in the University District, and
offered to share it with me. In Seattle, I worked a variety of jobs to make a
living as I took to my new identity as a street musician/song writer/spiritual
seeker. At least I thought I was a spiritual seeker. To attempt to make a long
story short, during the years I spent in Seattle, things went from good to
better to worse to really bad. Eventually, after falling in with some strange
company and repeatedly experiencing the schizophrenic glories of LSD I lost it.
I began to hallucinate when I wasn't on the stuff. When I shut my eyes it was a
non-stop scrolling of horror, like an old-time movie reel running down my field
of inner vision. That lasted for a period of a week or two, I believe. I didn't
sleep. I assume that exacerbated my condition. I'd been in some tight spots
before, while hitchhiking, being drunk and vulnerable, etc. but I figured this
might truly be my undoing.
It wasn't
to be. During this time and the time leading up to it, in my desperation, I'd
also taken my spiritual seeking to a new level of sincerity. I'd begun to read
everything I could find about spiritual experience, including The Bible, The Bhagavad
Gita, The Koran, The Tibetan Book of the Dead, Varieties of Religious
Experience. Modern things also—Autobiography of a Yogi, Be Here Now, The Lazy
Man's guide to Enlightenment, and so forth. Most of these books frightened me
further. Only Kirpal Singh's books gave me hope and encouragement. But Kirpal
had left His body recently. I was stranded. One day, my friend, Mark came by;
it was a long time ago now that we had lived together, but we were still friends
and He was left in the lurch by Master Kirpal's passing also. There had been a
magazine, published in English, for the disciples of Kirpal and it was still being
printed after He left. This issue contained a very short, two or three-paragraph
article, with the title, "A Possibility". It was about a man from the
Rajasthan Desert of Northern India. Someone had reported that this man had
shown up at Master Kirpal's funeral and when he spoke of Kirpal his eyes turned
into Master Kirpal's eyes. That was the gist of it. Upon reading this little
article, I felt, somehow, very moved. When I shut my eyes, no hallucinations.
That was
the beginning of my identity with spirituality and it was the beginning of a
long relationship with Ajaib Singh. Many more wonderful and mystifying
experiences have been a part of my existence from that time forward. Mostly,
these things are quite personal. The personal nature of a relationship with a
God realized person makes it, for me, unsavory to speak of it openly. I've done
so, very briefly, on this occasion, in the hope that some people will come to understand
that my fiction is based upon reality, as I know and experience it. But my
genre of choice as a writer, whether it's songs, poetry, or prose, is fiction. In
fact, my perception of prose is that it is another form of poetry—that one
shouldn't tell a story but that the
story should unfold for the reader, as life unfolds for us without explanation
or commentary. I have set myself a kind of personal mission to help expand the
role of spiritual fiction in
literature.
In terms of writers dealing
with spirituality, my style, although contemporary— even experimental—in form, is rather old fashioned, in message. There’s a lot of
fluff out there, from self-made gurus and spiritual guides, etc. My book, shows
spirituality as a gift from God. In Song
of George: Portrait of an Unlikely Holy Man I have created a character who
is the spiritual benefactor of men in a federal prison mental facility. The
interesting thing is that he has no idea how he came to be selected for this
service, since he himself has severe mental issues and has spent much of his
life as an addict/derelict. But the idea is that the only kind of person
who can reach the poor souls in this institution has to be one of them. An
allegory, you see: even as the great spiritual benefactors throughout history
have come as one of us, though they are in truth, much more.
Since my
meeting with Ajaib, I've lived in quite a variety of locations, been through
two devastating divorces, fathered children (now grown), had many occupational and
artistic identities, and remarried, finally, in my fifties to the woman who is
seemingly my soul mate. Master Ajaib left the body several years back and I was
again devastated. But recently I have
been so fortunate as to once again come into the company of the Master, in the
form of Master Sirio Ji, of Italy, a devoted disciple
of Kirpal and Ajaib.
My novel is
published with All Things That
Matter Press. My folk-rock band, The Primatives, for
which I am the songwriter and guitarist, has two CD's: The Lovers of Kali
Yuga and Primitive Spirit. I am working on a new novel and have
aspirations to publish a collection of my poetry and song lyrics. I have had short works and poetry published in a few magazines,
including Reach Poetry, Dawntreader, Sz Poetry, etc.
the book in paper back: Song
of George: Portrait of an Unlikely Holy Man
the book on Kindle: Song
of George: Portrait of an Unlikely Holy Man
Those interested in learning more
about Song of George, as well as my other work and interests, can find me on my
blog at:
and on Goodreads at:
You may also contact me directly
by email at: dragonssong100ml@yahoo.com
Thank you so much for your time, dass, Jesse
Jesse,
ReplyDeleteIt has been over a year since I read Song of George, yet the story remains deep inside and will be with me for a long time.
I fell in love with George and look forward to many more of your stories.
Bravo Jesse
Jesse's a universal man! Much success to you!
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