As a 2-year-old, I had no influence over the happenings around me. On a hill nestled between Simi Valley and the San Fernando Valley, my path in life changed dramatically. There I lived in a community known as the WKFL Fountain of the World, and outsiders thought of us as unique individuals and called us barefooters. On the early morning, December 10, 1958, an explosion disrupted our community. Only years later, would there be an understanding of the impact this had, especially since one of the lives lost was the founder and leader, Master Krishna Venta.
I resided in one of the buildings, up the hill and south, above the headquarters called the Nursery where preschoolers and babies lived. Within hours after the explosion, I have my