The Jewel and the first Word - Flipbook - Page 24
The Jewel and the rst Word
Where do we go from here?
Here now goes for a change of focus and direction.
When I was young, about 19 years old I set off for an island off the West Coast of
Scotland to live with a bunch of so called ‘hippies’ (1970) and to take part in an
experimental Spiritual Centre there. Growing our own food and engaging in
spiritual dialogue with some monks who were living in wooden huts in the woods.
It was a crazy time.
One night I took some LSD and had what is lamely described as a bad trip. It was
pretty horrible. I remember crippling stomach cramps and enduring terror. I called
out in silence to any Earth Spirits who might hear me. Eventually, by some kind
blessing, I did fall asleep.
When I woke up, completely worn out, someone gave me a telegram which told me
that one of my close friends had just died in a motorcycle accident while coming
home from a party. I would have to set off right away and hitch hike some 400 miles
down South to his funeral.
I walked out of the building where we were all staying. It was a bright day in early
Spring. There were a few people around outside too.
I stood there in the daylight, completely stripped back. I saw something in that
moment that has been with me and never left me since that day.
That I was lost. Absolutely and completely lost.