Frank Sontag’s journey to find the meaning of life – and answer the question Why am I here?- started on a Sunday afternoon in June 1984 when he was twenty-eight years old.
He was riding his Honda FT500 motorcycle on the Ventura Freeway through the heart of the San Fernando Valley, the breeze blowing his longish brown hair into strands and his black-framed sunglasses cutting the glare of the twilight sun. A pair of arms tightly wrapped around his waist belonged to a passenger – a beautiful blonde who was the married mom of two children. They were in the midst of a clandestine affair. Neither were wearing helmets because they weren’t mandatory at this time.
Suddenly, a speeding Corvette over-took them and slammed into the couple at full force. The collision sent Frank sprawling across the freeway pavement, his body tumbling like a rag doll and picking up a nasty case of road rash. His girlfriend hit the deck as well and suffered major head injuries.
Both would recover from their physical injuries, but Frank struggled with survivor’s guilt. Why was he still alive when people perished in far more routine vehicular accidents? Why was he afforded a second change at life?
A search to find answers sent Frank on a twenty-five-year quixotic quest that took him into Eastern mysticism, Buddhist thought, and New Age philosophy. He threw himself into a quest for spirituality by reading stacks of books, attending weekend seminars, and listening to famous spiritual leaders like the Dalai Lama and Benjamin Creme.
When he was hired as the host of a Sunday night talk show on a popular Los Angeles radio station, he used the forum to become a apologist for “ageless wisdom” and staged his own public lectures at While Life Expos throughout Southern California. The Los Angeles Times called him a “New Age guru.”
Christians calling into his talk show received short shrift, however, and Frank loved hanging up on them. He had shed his Catholic upbringing after graduating from high school, and he made sure that the Son of God – Jesus Christ – wasn’t part of the discussion
But try as he might, what Frank Sontag didn’t know was that his quest to find truth wasn’t over – not by a long shot.