About Pastor Windraven

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My birth and heritage hold many secrets. My mother confessed one of them to me on her death bed. She explained my legal father wasn’t my biological father. There are many more mysterious secrets found in my genetic history. 

Some date back to my direct ancestors on my mother's side, Priscilla Mullins and John Alden. These secrets stretched well beyond their covert courtship and scandalous wedding as incredulously detailed in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem, "The Courtship of Miles Standish." There are dark secrets surrounding John’s later conviction and imprisonment for murder. Notorious secrets about their son, John Alden II, adventurer and possible spy, leading to him being pronounced guilty of witchcraft during the infamous Salem trials. Many of their secrets are best left buried. This was just my mother’s side.

My real father and his background is a bit more obscure. A northerner who lived in and near the Apostle Islands his entire life. He clearly seduced many women, as I have discovered four other siblings from 23 and Me genetic testing. These genetics reveal a connection in his heritage linking the Nordics and the First Nations. Between his and my mother's genes, preternatural gifts began manifesting in me from my youngest memories.

DNA testing and personal outreaches introduced me to a brother I never knew and revealed my birth father's bloodline leading back to shamans in the Ojibwe first nation.  The blood of two ancient shamanic bloodlines—European Proto-Celtic and North American First Nation—flows through my veins. Great Spirit helped me strike a balance between the three distinct spiritual paths found in Proto-Celtic shamanism, Ojibwe First Nation shamanism and Judaic Christianity.

I started seeing spirits when I was around five years old. We lived in a summer home built by my great-grandfather on Madeline Island in Lake Superior. They would send me to bed and I would often see his spirit waiting for me at the top of the stairs. 

I discovered very early on the ability to sense people’s emotions and intent. Not understanding how to deal with this extra input, or even the fact these feelings and visions were originating outside of me, led to emotional confusion and panic attacks throughout my developmental years. 

Spiritually driven for answers to understand these debilitating fears, I found myself swept up in the Jesus People Revolution leading to my baptism in 1973 at Alta Loma Baptist Church in Madison, Tennessee. After pursuing theology majors in college, I left to discover and pursue less restrictive paths to the Creator. 

From the late Seventies through the Nineties, Great Spirit’s vision quests led me to many spiritual guides, including the blessed personal training from two powerful shamans, Wallace Black Elk Jr and Amarante Montez. Over the decades, I have found a delicate balance between these distinct spiritual paths.

The Creator’s call to service led to my ministerial ordination on September 21, 1992, but the world lured me back. A lucrative career in cable television production and promotions kept my ministry on the side. I helped those Great Spirit drew across my path, but mainly focused on fame and wealth. Success felt empty to me. I became depressed. My marriage failed. Amarante Montez convinced me to hand the reins over to the Creator, teaching me to invoke guidance on my true path. 

I began the invocation half-heartedly. Even though I was unhappy, I wouldn’t surrender my old life. Yet, I continued to request guidance daily. When the course correction came as a surfing accident, it proved dramatic. A double wave crushed me against bottom of the ocean, smashing five discs in my neck and partially severing my spinal cord. Paralyzed from the injury, my surfing vest pulled me back to the surface. I tried to yell for help, but the crashing waves covered my cries while the riptide current pulled me further away from shore. A Golden Retriever, fetching Frisbees near the shore for its master, noticed me and swam towards me. This drew the attention of its owner and they saved me. 

They said I wouldn't walk again, but the Creator had other plans. Although unworthy of such a gift, Great Spirit miraculously healed me through the medicine of great shamans and changed my life completely. Certain psychic gifts I had been blessed with, were now greatly enhanced. 

Initially, I used these gifts selfishly to pay my medical bills working for international psychic call lines. Now, I have let go of my secular life and rededicated my life fully to my ministry. I have been blessed to serve Great Spirit since. Twenty-eight years from the month of my ordination, I was recognized with a Doctor of Divinity Degree for my years of service. 

Each day, I follow the Creator's lead into Great Mystery and my path reveals itself step-by-step before me. As my ministry grows, I pray I can truly be of service to those willing to reclaim their true path and teach them how to lead others to theirs.

Your joy is my joy. I thank The Creator that I may be of service. Let my intuitive ministry awaken the power of your Higher Self. Begin your journey of love, joy and peace.