Thus, when we were told that what we were doing at Findhorn would be of importance to the world, that there was a pattern and plan behind it, impossible as this seemed considering our circumstances, we accepted it. We had learned to surrender everything, including our wills, to God. However, the arduous spiritual training Eileen, Dorothy and I had undergone in our lives enabled us to accept this extraordinary state of affairs.
Looking at the facts alone, our situation was a disaster. I was unemployed, with no prospects of a job, and the six of us were living on eight pounds (about twenty dollars) a week Unemployment Benefit. You can imagine, then, what it was like to come from the lap of luxury-with our five-course dinner each night-to this caravan surrounded by gorse and broom, sitting on sand between a rubbish dump and a dilapidated garage.
During our time there, the hotel had trebled its financial takings and risen from a three-to a four-star rating-all in accord with the direct guidance of God. If we were faithful to it we knew all our needs would be met and the nature of our work at Findhorn revealed.įor five years before moving into that caravan at Findhorn, I had been the manager of a large nearby hotel. e9781844099542_i0009.jpg e9781844099542_i0010.jpgĭuring the previous ten years every action of our lives had been directed by this guidance from the voice of God within. We only knew that we had been led to this place by the guidance Eileen received in meditation. One day on the sand of this caravan park a garden would flourish and, eventually, a thriving spiritual community of nearly 200 people. The six of us-my wife Eileen and myself, our three boys, Christopher, Jonathan and David, and our colleague Dorothy Maclean-were to live in that small caravan for the next seven years. Yet one snowy November day in 1962, I found myself moving our thirty-foot caravan trailer onto a site there. Driving past it on my way to Findhorn village, I had often thought Fancy living in a place like that, cheek by jowl in those tiny caravans. Certainly, the Findhorn Bay Caravan Park would have been the last place I would have chosen to live, least of all to start a garden. If I had stopped to question what we were doing or where we were going rather than proceeding in faith, step-by-step, the Findhorn garden could not have come into being. We are learning the very secrets of creation.
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