Findhorn
Findhorn a new age community in North East Scotland to which I was drawn too in the early 70’s. I was looking for a perfect place in the outside world and the nearest to it was Findhorn, but again anything in form perishes
and is not perfect, especially where humans are concerned.The perfect vision and dream is inside ‘the
head’ as it were. Then we ask inside
what? We may say the mind and what is
the mind, it is a collection of experiences which are stored in the brain or I
feel in magnetic fields around the body in space and certainly frail and can
change at a drop of a hat. Then there is the still mind, an alert observer,
observing these collections but not interfering with them, a background
consciousness that does not seem to alter and is a silent witness.
Then there is the still mind, the quiet mind which
does not have a perceived solid body and
is said to inhabit the body for a while, even though it is a free agent it
monitors the body and its experiences and is a free being or energy.
I looked for the perfect Earthly form in humans
and in a geographical place. I felt Findhorn and its occupants were such. I was let down by the people and the
surroundings, the fact is that my expectations were the result of this and my
judgemental critique was the result of my image and Findhorn did not live up
too it. It was not their fault but my mistaken perception of perfection, maybe
as humans we are striving to reach and be like the ultimate but what rots and
decays and is subject to rust and decay cannot be perfection, like the artist
ever trying to find perfection the perfect masterpiece, this is the best I
cannot possibly do better until the next inspiration.
I judged you Eileen and Peter Caddy and the
residents from my own shallow and distorted way and many others at that time in
the 70’s such as Gilly, Gwen and George and members of my family.
Who am I as a mere mortal to stand apart and
judge? I feel humbled and humiliated at
my arrogance and realise that nothing in the Universe of form and mental
fantasies, especially Earthly tangible form can ever satisfy the soul accept
maybe perhaps the ego. The soul being the wanderer through the material highways and
byways and seeing it does not get attached.
Being deeply attached and then detachment from the attached brings
sorrow and pain.
For it is the clean bright polished mirror of mind
a mind emptied of possessions and attachment that is filled with peace and felt
as bliss, and this seems to neither is in or out of the mind or body. This experience seems all pervading and a
body not realising it was a cube before melting and losing its form and on
freezing made unique and identifiable and seemingly solid, personal and perhaps
labelled and named and its essence is found when melted and even then its soul
which maybe likened to water also dissolves in heat to steam and so on, finer
and finer until it is one with everything there is in its invisible oneness.
So I was looking for this peace, bliss and
invisible oneness in a human community and physical place and what Findhorn
taught me it is in me. So in a way Findhorn was the ‘perfect’ place.
SHACK
