book had its beginnings in an out-of-body experience I
underwent while making a determined but totally untutored
attempt to meditate. What I encountered 'out there' cannot
be adequately described in words and any attempt to do
so merely debases the experience, but from what I have
read since, I truly believe I underwent Samadhi.. Yoga
adepts describe it as Union with the Ultimate Principle,
Buddhists describe it as nirvana - "the dewdrop in the
shining sea". It can happen at the first attempt, or never
- even after a lifetime of application. I guess I was
lucky, or perhaps truly blest.
experience changed my life totally in that I found I had
taken a step back from the world or - as the Sufis say
- I had learned "to be in the world, but not of it". I
was driven (directed..?) to relate the experience to my
own life and the world around me; to put all the apparently
conflicting ideas about existence together - like the
pieces of a jigsaw puzzle - to form a coherent pattern
that made some kind of sense; a radical new synthesis
that, paradoxically, was as old as Time itself.
MISSION was my attempt to share this journey with others.
MISSION in its final form, was written in twelve months,
it took more that twelve years to put together and, in
a sense, it is the result of a lifetime of questioning.
All kind of odd things happened to me along The Way. I
would meet people who would tell me something that provided
a clue, sometimes the key, to a problem I was trying to
resolve. Others would thrust books upon me which seemed
to fall open at the right page and I would find my eye
drawn irresistibly to the line I needed to confirm some
new (old) notion I'd had.
this was nothing to what was to follow when, after a sequence
of apparently unconnected events, I relocated to a new
farmhouse in Wales. The woman who then owned it asked
me what I was writing. I was reluctant to tell her but
she insisted and I confessed with some embarrassment and
a nervous laugh that I was working on 'the secret of the
Universe'. But she didn't laugh and encouraged me to explain
what I meant.
was a late afternoon in October. We were sitting in an
old farmhouse that had built in 1730, in a part of Snowdonia
that has more than its fair share of Celtic magic. I got
out my notes and tried to outline my ideas as the darkness
gathered around us. My host listened intently for a while
then stood up from the table saying: "I think I have some
books that have been waiting for you." She went up into
the attic and returned carrying a dust-covered cardboard
box of books written by a guy called Rudolph Steiner.
while my general knowledge is fairly good there are great
gaps in it, especially in the field of literature. I had
never heard of this guy but, apparently, he had been very
big on the esoteric religion scene between 1900 and 1920.
His main claim to fame is for his enlightened and radical
approach to child education which is still being applied
in 'Steiner Schools' in Europe and the USA. The story
was this: my host's mother had been an ardent fan and
member of the Tbeosophical Society and had passed on copies
of Steiner's books to her daughter. But knowing she wasn't
all that interested, her mother had written her name on
the flyleaf so she wouldn't give the books away. And so
they had been lying unopened, gathering dust, for several
my astonishment when I began (by candlefight) to read
the first book from the pile and discovered that paragraphs
from my notes matched paragraphs out of Steiner's book
- some sentences were word for word! It was an amazing
experience - like going on an intellectual binge. My brain
went into overdrive and I devoured the entire collection,
reading till dawn, several nights in a row.
after page revealed to me things that I already 'knew'
through my out-of-body experience and when I went out
each day to walk the surrounding hills I realised I was
relating to the earth and sky in a totally new way. I
was coming into harmony with the universe and, for the
first time, I 'saw' the landscape - clearer and brighter
than ever before - was able to 'feel' it, was able to
become part of the 'One-ness'.
in another of Steiner's books, written around 1908, I
came across a passage in which he stated that someone
would come along later in the century and reinterpret
these truths/secrets for a wider audience. I know it sounds
presumptuous but, as I read those lines, I knew, with
absolute certainty that that was what I had to do. That
was my mission. Kind of corny in a way but that's just
how it happened and, from what other readers have told
me about their reaction to the book, it is clear it wasn't
a waste of time and effort.
lot of people think I must be an American (probably Jewish)
and must know a great deal about religion. I'm neither
and I don't. The amazing thing about putting all this
stuff together is that most of it came down through the
top of my head - intuited knowledge which only later,
when I started to dig into various books, did I find that
bits of it had been set down here and there by far greater
minds than my own. What I did - almost by accident - was
to draw the ideas together into a coherent proposition
that might convince a non-believer in the second half
of the 20th century.
Templars from Switzerland made contact with me because
they were convinced I belonged to one of their Orders.
Apparently I had revealed many things which they regarded
as their deepest Inner Mysteries and were curious to know
who had directed me to 'go public'.
was an encounter which served to confirm my belief that
all knowledge already exists and is within our reach.
Learning is the act of discovering what we already 'know'.
We just have to tune in on the right wavelength.
thing is - Jesus - The Christ Event/Mystery - transcends
Christianity. What he represents concerns the whole world.
And if the story is spiced with humour, it is because
I believe religion is too important a subject to take
is not my first book and is not the last but there wont/can't
be another like it. Not from me, anyway. But the ideas
and the beliefs behind it colour all my writing. And none
of it could have happened without the support and inspiration
provided by my wife Janine - companion, friend and wise
counsel. A terrific lady.
to who or what I am...well, I'm just an ordinary guy who
writes because it provides an enormous amount of creative
satisfaction and because, like most people, I need to
keep the bank off my back. I don't own a suit, drive a
second-hand car and when I'm not writing, I pump water,
repair fences, make things in wood and try to keep the
dogs happy now that we've sold the last of our sheep.
The usual country bumpkin stuff.
far, so good.... May The Spirit be in you and with you.