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2 seeking spiritual enlightenment die in new-age sweat lodge
Suzanne Herel, Matthew B. Stannard, Chronicle Staff Writers
Thursday, June 27, 2002
Before embarking on an intense spiritual retreat last
week, Kirsten "Kris" Babcock gave each of her
closest friends a handwritten note describing her
impending death.
She was talking in symbolic terms -- or so she
thought.
In an eerily tragic turn of events, Babcock did not
survive the "death sweat" she wrote about -- a
ceremony intended to be the first step toward
spiritual enlightenment as part of a new-age program
called vision quest.
Babcock, 34, of Redding and fellow seeker David
Thomas Hawker, 36, of Union City died early Friday
after spending more than an hour in a sweat lodge
constructed of branches, plastic sheathing and
blankets on a remote ranch in El Dorado County.
Two others, a man and a woman, survived.
Police are trying to determine whether the deaths
were caused by poor ventilation or a toxic substance
poured on hot rocks.
Autopsies have been completed, but toxicology
results could take eight weeks, said Lt. Kevin House
of the El Dorado County Sheriff's Department.
The weeklong retreat was timed to honor the summer
solstice and was sponsored by Kokopelli Ranch,
comprising 40 verdant acres nestled in the vineyards
of the Shenandoah Valley and run by the Shamanic
Fellowship.
The fellowship was formed in 1994 "to develop a
sacred and safe place for people to experience and
practice shamanic principles in their day-to-day
lives," according to the ranch's Web site.
No one at the ranch returned phone calls or e-mail
messages this week.
Babcock had invited 10 friends and family members
to join her at the ranch for the final weekend, which
for her was to include four hours in the sweat lodge
and 48 hours alone in the woods.
In her five-page note, she requested that her
supporters camp far away from the "death lodge"
because of the disturbing noises they might hear.
Babcock expected to emerge from the lodge around
dawn, at which time she would paint her face black
and participate in an "owl dance."
"The owls cut our ties to this world and send us to
the other side," she wrote. "The rock pile is our
symbolic grave. . . . When I cross the rock pile,
people will grieve my going over. Don't be surprised
if/when people call out for me not to go and if it feels
real."
Dale McDonald, his fiancee, Tonya, and his
14-year-old daughter were among Babcock's
supporters.
"We had been warned that there would be bizarre
sounds, wailing," he said in a telephone interview.
"We were camped less than a quarter of a mile
away. .
. . We couldn't sleep."
Shortly after 4 a.m., Cina Hines, Babcock's domestic
partner, came to them, he said.
"She called out our names and said, 'Wake up. Kris
is dead,' " McDonald said. "We thought it was part of
the script. And she said, 'No, she's really dead.' . . .
We had to go see the body to make sure."
Witnesses told police that Aimee Phelps, one of the
participants, had crawled out of the lodge shortly
before 4 a.m., dizzy and vomiting.
Soon, the chanting from inside ceased, and someone
went in to find Babcock and Hawker dead and
another man unconscious. By the time emergency
personnel arrived, the surviving man had come to on
his own.
Police are looking into witness reports that Hawker
sprinkled something on the hot rocks that gave a
strong metallic odor. The two survivors could not be
reached for comment.
The other participants didn't know much about
Hawker, McDonald said. While they had invited
friends and family to join them at the ranch, Hawker
was alone.
Hawker's friends described him as a spiritual person
who had been looking forward to the vision quest.
"He was happier than anyone I've ever known,"
longtime friend Ken Mitchell said of the recently
unemployed electrical engineer.
Mitchell said Hawker was not new to the sweat lodge
ritual.
"He's done it before, and it was very intense, and he
enjoyed it," he said. "It was a cleansing thing."
Last Thursday, before the sweat lodge session, the
questers sponsored a "giveaway dinner," in which
they honored their supporters with small gifts.
Babcock gave each of her friends a cake of soap she
had made by hand.
McDonald said Hawker gave the organizers crystals
that struck sparks when he banged them together.
He promised his fellow questers that he had a gift for
them, too.
"He said, 'I can't give it to you now, but I'll give it to
you on the other side when we know ourselves and
each other better,' " McDonald said.
Then, McDonald said, Hawker raised his fist to his
chest and said, "It's a good day to die."
It struck many as bizarre, McDonald said, but many
similar things were being said that night, including
McDonald's words to Babcock, just before she
entered the lodge.
"I said, 'Die well, Kris.' And she said, 'That seems
very apropos.' " McDonald said. "It was a beautiful
moment."
E-mail Suzanne Herel at sherel@sfchronicle.com
and Matthew B. Stannard at
mstannard@sfchronicle.com.
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