I went to Findhorn! After all thirty odd years of telling the story of Peter Caddy’s greenhouse, I have finally visited Findhorn in the flesh. It’s wonderful, and I want one.
I’m not a great spiritual, god-type person, but I do believe in things like ‘ being in the right place at the right time’, ‘luck’ (which relies on having created good karma), ‘doing the right thing’, i.e. following your own path ( a PC version of Aleister Crowley’s Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law’) rather than being a supercilious goody-doody, the waters parting and everything being easy when you are doing the right thing, and people and resources turning up when you need them. The Findhorn founders were guided very specifically by the voices that Eileen heard, telling them on a very practical level what they should do, build, buy, etc. Largely things manifested as they needed them, but Peter Caddy couldn’t understand why he hadn’t got a greenhouse. They needed a greenhouse, and normally everything arrived fairly swiftly. So he was racking his brains wondering why no greenhouse had manifested. Then he realised he hadn’t been specific enough. Once he decided the materials, size, dimensions etc, it appeared within a week. (Told in The Magic of Findhorn by Paul Hawken, Fontana 1976).
I’d really love to hear voices. I did hear one once. I won’t go into that now, but interestingly (or boringly) the voice only told me the most obvious thing that I really should have been able to work out for myself. But the idea of hearing voices telling me where to park the van (say) or which veg to plant where, would be so handy. So I’m listening out…
