align="center">Marriage testimony

In June of 1969 I was blessed with being able to be married to Becky Michael Kettenhofen. We met in 1967 in a Sixties Style Commune in San Anselmo California. We all lived together in a dream style house built on the side of a hill with Redwood Trees in our back yard, and ferns growing everywhere. Dear would come into our back yard and glass and sash where everywhere from mid-wall on up. Tile decorated our kitchen and bathroom, and all in all we thought we were in a kind of Heaven on Earth.

But things began to go wrong in the commune when people were more interested in partying, then paying the rent. Since Becky and I before our marriage were the only ones paying rent, I told the rest that they had to go, it was tough "what a show down". They all ganged up against me, and I even got into a fight with my best friend and male rival for dominance of the commune. I won by the Grace of God without any blows being hit, it was a miracle. Even though I was the first to throw and object, a dinner plate which "Thank God" it missed him and hit a window sill. I felt like I was fighting for my life, we swung at each other but neither of us connected. I felt like that if I didn't get control of the house/commune that I would begin to start back-sliding into the party life again. I couldn't just leave because then Becky would be alone to fen for herself, among my friends who were partying all the time. I was God's Will in spite of the method, it worked, I won the emotional and physiological, but most of all the Spiritual Battle. As all my friends one by one left the commune that day, they all said either in writing, action or word that I didn't have a friend left in the World. Especially and literally, a former girl friend named Sally who was visiting that day. As she was the last one to leave out the front door, she said "Peter you haven't a friend left in the World"! I told her "Sally you are as pretty as a Rose, Thorns and all". Then I closed the door of the commune, and locked the door. For the first time in some two years, Becky and I were alone in this beautiful house, and we were only eighteen years old. What a Sixties fantasy, what a Sixties Dream, what a Spiritual gift from God in spite of the trauma of breaking with my worldly friends. "To be so young", and having a virtually brand new California Dream House in our physical possession. I said to myself as all my friends left that day, "that everywhere in the World that I may go, I will have Christian Brothers and Sisters as my friends.

This may be hard for some believers to realize, but getting into a virtual physical fight for ones faith, under such conditions, was necessary, at the time and under the conditions. We were all doing things that could and would have eventually destroyed us if we continued on partying.

After a year of living together alone in this beautiful house, Becky and I were married. But not before some very interesting developments. I thought I was married at the time, spiritually speaking. I was the Sixties and Becky said that her father would have a heart attack, if we were married. Besides, she said it was just a piece of paper. I was saved, but wasn't sure about Becky, she had an experience in the San Anselmo Presbyterian Church were she went to Sunday School. She began crying on day during the Sunday Service, when she felt that the people there were not really sincere about their faith, and never again went to Church. Until meeting me, and experiencing my conversation. I remember just before Jesus came into my heart, by His Holy Spirit, that I could see where sex out of a marriage commitment would be wrong., but I wasn't sure that smoking marijuana was. I wasn't sure what was worse, smoking weed, or smoking cigarettes. I finally made a deal with The Lord, that if He would give me something better then grass, that I would let it go. The next thing that I knew, after a few days, Christ came into my heart. because I had finally let go of the last object that was standing before me and Christ. I was Heaven on Earth, I felt the Holy Spirit come into my heart. I couldn't believe it at first, I thought I was losing my mind. Never before have I felt such peace and joy,the two things that everyone was searching for in the Sixties, was coming into my heart. It felt like a Spiritual Wind just divided, and split in two, one stream going into my heart, and the other wind going into me mind. My first impression was that I was losing my mind, fear was there, the type of fear that everyone experiences when they have an experience that they have never had before, in their life. I pictured myself in a flash, being carried away in a stretcher, losing my mind in some long feared LSD induced flashback, but then i realized, that this couldn't have been a flash back, because I was prancing PEACE AND JOY. Something that a minor flash back could never bring. I wasn't losing my mind, it was real. In the background i would hear Katheryn Kulhmen singing over the out door P.A. speakers in the front of the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles. "only believe, only believe, all things are possible, only believe " it was the most Holy Experience that I have every experienced, and I couldn't recall anyone telling me, that it would be this way, I thought that all I had to do was make a commitment, and begin going to Church, then strenght would gradually begin coming into my life, to say no to drugs, sin, and selfishness.

THIS WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE was more then anything that I had every heard would happen to a common person. This type of experience i thought was only reserved for Prophets or Holy Men. I was just an eighteen year old Hippie trying to find the answers , to the MEANING OF LIFE! I found it in Christ, "HALLELUJAH".

I THOUGHT MY MOTHER HAD BECOME MENTALLY IMBALANCE, when she began writing to me about her miracle of healing at a Katheryn Kuhlmen service in the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles some year or so prior to me going to this service myself, to eventually BORN AGAIN! All this might sound a little crazy to those who haven't experienced the NEW BIRTH or SALVATION of Jesus Christ. I thought so also, I thought that my poor mother had suffered so much, having ten children and living by faith in a working class suburb. I thought all the trials and tribulations that she had experienced with us all, her children, and my father, who was a refugee from the war in Soviet Russia with Finland. Who also saw himself a world of suffering and death, during that great conflict. Then escaping to America from Russia into Finland where he met and married my mother). Then fled to Sweden in an open boat with many people in it during a storm, where I was eventually born in the city of Kristianstad Sweden on a Sunday morning in 1949....to be continued and edited as I go from my 1200 page hand written manuscript by Peter Romanowsky...for a quantum leap into the future, imagine yourself reading this in the sixties, then press the words....

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