As the Nevada sun rouses itself from slumber I’m sitting in my living room jump starting the morning with a cup of coffee and a cuddle with Peggy Sue Lynx. What a way to enjoy the desert solitude! Peggy and I anticipate starting each day with an hour of meditation, interspersed with the intimate, healing sounds of ceremonial drumming which align with my bodily and spiritual rhythms. After seventy five years of searching for this degree of intimacy with nature, I pause to savor the experience. What a terrific feeling!

There are just the two of us now supporting one other. Our other family member and my life partner John joined the spirit world nearly two years ago; Peggy Sue and I have had to muster up all the strength possible. I found a message from John that embellishes our contributions over the span of forty seven years.
“Hello World”

We were—and still are—John and Barbara Williamson, a team that has survived many challenges, including one you speak of in hushed tones that lives under the name of “Death.” Though for now death complicates our relationship, we continue side by side on a wonderful journey that has led us through many realms over the past 47 years.

Together, through Sandstone Retreat and Tiger-Touch we have contributed needed changes within our culture. Some of these changes are still being assimilated. Some will never be. After all, not every grain of wheat lands in fertile soil.

At any rate, we are happy with our contributions. Perhaps in the long run they will be appreciated by others less inclined to investigate on their own.

We feel it only proper to record our most significant finding to date. That discovery determines how we humans bond with one another. Just as important is how we bond with non-human creatures. These bonds determine how much of our lives are spent with connections to the “animal” world and the balance of life on this Earth. That is the only route to “Peace on Earth” as the wise men of old envisioned it.

To read more in depth about our contributions order your copy of my story “An Extraordinary Life” sub: Love, Sex and Commitment at

I have included a link to the N Y Times final tribute to my amazing life partner John Williamson

My beloved spiritual guide

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“Lynx” is a short word full of unusual letters. In short, it’s the perfect name for a compact cat with a great spirit. People ask me if a lynx can be tamed to make a good pet. I tell them that only humans can be tamed, and that is not one of their better qualities. Peggy Sue was never any more my pet than John was, but like John she is a great companion.

Peggy Sue relished being adopted into our family. She inherently knew we were devoted to her personal growth and transformation rather than using her for amusement, affection, or prestige. As our companion, she blossomed and reached her lynxly potential. (If “lynxly” is not a word, I don’t want to know). By her first birthday she had developed several unique performances. Her hat trick, for example, is a surprise without peer and always draws sustained applause. For an especially attentive audience she will often spin rapidly on one foot, much like an ice skater, for a stunning grand finale.

Peggy has always pursued life with a lynx’ passion, impressing people with her personality and spirit. And if this story is to have a moral, as a good story should, it is only that surrounded by grace, love, and dignity, a tiny lynx has adopted these virtues as her own. Peggy Sue has become a far more wonderful being and cherished companion than most of us would ever have thought possible. We hope you may come to appreciate and respect the complex, sensitive nature of this brave, beautiful soul and work to save the remaining wild Lynx.

She has advanced from a loner to a lover. She is the keeper of secrets, while knowing everything she will not tell. She had, what she thought to be a funny looking playmate named Streaker the African Serval love cat.

Streaker assumed the responsibility of teaching Peggy Sue how to play and then to snuggle with him, which was the beginning of teaching her to be a love cat. Well, soon boredom over- shadowed their relationship and suddenly Streaker realized he wanted to lavish his love on us humans and so he did.

He climbed in bed with me each night, parked himself on my pillow, threw his arms (golf club legs) around me and that is the way we slept, until he would tighten his choke hold and I would push him away. That did not bother him because he simply moved over to John and threw his arms around him for the rest of the night. Our little guy (42 pounds) became possessive and when Peggy Sue came to bed he chased her off despite our cry of objection. He screamed, but she doesn’t know anything about love! Everyone should know Servals are the official love cats.

African Servals were plagued with inbreeding that shortened their lives. We suffered heartbreak when Streaker’s maker summoned him to cross over the rainbow bridge. Relief came for Peggy Sue; now she could have a designated place in the bed with us. Our morning ritual was; I would go for a cup of coffee and bring it back to bed, and Peggy Sue would be at my side insisting that I share the aroma of coffee with her. If not, she would swat my cup and splash hot coffee on me. After that she would circle around behind us and pull our hair. Finally she did calm down and snuggle up beside me or curl up in John’s arm pit.

Peggy Sue felt her almighty power when she was able to organize a set time for the three of us to enjoy family hour together. Sometimes we played soft music and other times only solitude. We felt so blessed and enriched while Peggy Sue guided us on an amazing heavenly spiritual journey much like the story we never wanted to end.