A BRIGHT LIGHT IN A DARK WORLD

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FINDHORN:

"I want you to see this center ...as an ever-growing cell of Light. It has started as a family group, is now a community, will grow into a village, then into a town, and finally into a vast city of Light." (Guidance from Eileen Caddy)

Photos By The Findhorn Foundation and Mother's Staff

In the early 1960's a strange and wonderful thing occurred close to the sand dunes of Scotland's northeastern coast. And, surprisingly, it all began with an incident that most folks would have seen as just another of life's hard knocks.

As managers of the 150-bed Cluny Hill Hotel, Peter and Eileen Caddy and their friend Dorothy Maclean had—over a period of five years—brought the grand old establishment up to the rare and coveted four-star rating. All three were long-time students of various spiritual disciplines, and they had come to apply their esoteric knowledge by letting Eileen's "inner voice of guidance" direct them in all of their business decisions ...down to the tiniest details. But despite the method's obvious success, the directors of the hotel weren't comfortable with their managers' faith in a "higher authority", an din 1961—the trio lost their jobs.

MAY WE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION

Eileen's "still, small voice" then advised them to move eight kilometers away, to a caravan park near the small fishing village of Findhorn. There—in a modest green trailer, close to the beach and next to a rubbish dump they were advised, through Eileen, to start a garden ...in an effort to provide themselves and the three young Caddy children with as much homegrown food as possible. This was no easy chore, because the area's tin-can-cluttered earth was composed of sand and gravel that supported little other than hardy native gorse bushes. Worse yet, the salt-laden North Sea winds—which often blow bitterly even in midsummer—shriveled most plants' leaves. Nevertheless, Peter (whose role it was to implement his wife's messages) started to scrounge around for organic matter to work into the soil.

Then, as Dorothy tells it, one Sunday morning in May 1963—while she was meditating in the trailer park's tiny, struggling vegetable patch—she made contact with the nature spirit of the common garden pea, who told her that its task was to bring the plant to fruition, and that it regretted the fact that humans were so often uncertain about their goals and motives. Soon Ms. Maclean began conversing with other such life forces (she calls them devas, a Sanskrit word meaning "shining ones"), each of whom was in charge of a specific plant species ...and the devas offered to cooperate in the garden's development.

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