Synthesist TWO - Will Parfitt
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The <strong>Synthesist</strong><br />
JOURNAL OF PSYCHOSYNTHESIS<br />
I S S U E N o . 2<br />
THE FINDHORN JOURNAL<br />
OR: A BIG INSIGHT INTO UNIVERSAL COMPASSION<br />
Ash Charlton<br />
An affectionate exploration of<br />
The Findhorn Foundation,<br />
its history, its characters, its<br />
spirituality ... and the infinite<br />
smugness of being.<br />
Shakti Genaine<br />
Ash Charlton runs Ace Consultancy, designs quality<br />
games, writes novels and the wittiest travel journals.<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 142<br />
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One of the things I am often asked, along with how come I’m so astonishingly<br />
fabulous, how I get paid so very much for doing so very little (talent, darling,<br />
talent, there really is no substitute; lack of talent is just God’s way of saying you’re<br />
going to have to work for a living) and what’s the recipe for my amazing tomato sauce<br />
(which is so fantastic that straight guys have left their wives for it, or possibly that was the<br />
bread-and-butter pudding), is how come I’m so insufferably smug and annoying.<br />
Now this last is a tricky one, as, unlike all the others (including the tomato sauce) it<br />
didn’t come to me naturally. No, once I was a snivelling bunch of insecurities just like<br />
you are. But then I started my Big Smug Spiritual Practice, which basically consists<br />
of taking time out every day to tell myself that I’m bloody fantastic and that everyone<br />
who suggests otherwise is just evil scum talking out of envy and bitterness. I call this<br />
meditation because it sounds more poncey, and makes it look like I’m doing that really<br />
difficult stuff that Buddhists do.<br />
Of course if I was just telling myself that I was totally marvellous I would be insane and<br />
deluded, and anyway it wouldn’t work. People who try this kind of self-affirmation are<br />
generally sad losers, simply because it falls foul of the following paradox:<br />
Sad Person:<br />
Sad Person:<br />
Sad Person:<br />
(a little desperately) I am wonderful, I am marvellous, I am not a sad loser<br />
despite what my boss/lover/parents/friends/public opinion may say.<br />
(to self) But the person who is saying all these things is just me, and I’m<br />
a big sad loser, so how can I trust my opinion on anything<br />
(back to self) Shut up and keep chanting.<br />
To avoid this paradox, I pretend it is the Universe (the artist formerly known as God)<br />
who is telling me these things in a dead spiritual way. Hey, it works for me.<br />
So where did I learn this meditation of smugness I learnt it at the International Centre<br />
for Smugness: the Findhorn Foundation. Okay, time for a picture:<br />
.<br />
(The main bit of road in the Findhorn Foundation, called the Runway because, back<br />
when this was an aerodrome, Lancaster bombers used to take off along it. Given that it’s<br />
only around a mile long I’m astonished they managed to get airborne; possibly this is an<br />
example of an early Findhorn miracle, though the slope may also have helped)<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 143<br />
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The Findhorn Foundation (aka The International Centre for Smugness) is a New Age<br />
Community (and NOT a den of hippies as you may have thought) near to a little village<br />
called Findhorn, situated at the mouth of a river called Findhorn, by a natural harbour<br />
which is called Findhorn bay. There’s a bit of a lack of imagination on the naming front<br />
in this part of the world.<br />
Now, if it were not for the Foundation, Findhorn would just be another of those strange<br />
villages you get all along the North-East coast of Scotland, like Buckie and Burghead;<br />
mostly famous for fish, inbreeding and a particularly toxic form of Christianity that only<br />
the Scots are butch enough to believe in. In fact the Findhorn Foundation’s origins are<br />
worryingly Christian rather than hippie, but you can’t hold that against them really. The<br />
three founders all practised a proto-New-Age form of Christianity, and the most famous<br />
of them, Eileen Caddy, claimed to be receiving messages directly from God, who seemed<br />
to speak in the kind of phrasing you get in the King James Bible, which I can’t help<br />
feeling was a bit unoriginal of Him.<br />
Now most people would have dismissed her as a nutter, however, the truly irritating thing<br />
is that she seemed to have a predictive faculty which came up trumps every time. She<br />
predicted that the community would grow, and it did. She predicted that they’d need a<br />
HUGE community centre for over 200 people (there were about 50 people living in the<br />
community at the time), and they did (in fact they had to extend it later).<br />
(the old bit of the Community Centre which everyone said was too big and would never<br />
get used. Note architectural style; it’s a kind of Hippie Nouveau style that you get quite<br />
a lot round the Findhorn Foundation and which is very pleasing on the eye if I say so<br />
myself)<br />
What’s worse, her mate Dorothy McLean, also received guidance - but this time from<br />
nature spirits which, fortunately did not speak like the King James Bible; possibly they<br />
hadn’t read it, or were more familiar with a later translation - giving her instructions on<br />
how to grow a garden on the most rubbish soil ever (the Foundation is very close to the<br />
beach, so the soil is that sand/salt mixture which is only usually good for growing those<br />
tough hardy plants which rip your legs to bits), and with the help of Eileen’s husband,<br />
started growing prize-winning vegetables on a bit of formerly barren land.<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 144<br />
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Now I’ve always remained unconvinced that growing big veg is really a miracle, even<br />
though for a long time it was the main thing the Foundation was famous for, and people<br />
flocked from all around the world to gasp at the giant cabbages etc. God, didn’t these<br />
people have lives Or at least televisions The thing is, all sorts of people grow big veg;<br />
my stepdad Barry is particularly good at it, and as far as I’m aware he’s never started a<br />
major religious movement.<br />
But for all that giant vegetables aren’t really proof of spirituality, people started coming<br />
to the Foundation, working on the garden and community and paying for the privilege,<br />
which really helped with the old balance of payments, as well as doing the place up a bit.<br />
So, thanks to the spiritual inspiration of these two women, plus a lot of work from the<br />
other people that went to study with them, these days the Foundation is a big sprawling<br />
land-owning community, which is really not doing all that badly for a religious movement<br />
that began in a caravan.<br />
(The original caravan where it all started. Hey, it could be worse; it’s not like it’s a stable<br />
or something. Note also the lovely Findhorn Foundation Garden where I have personally<br />
shovelled shit as part of the Findhorn Slave Economy. It was very spiritual)<br />
Now I know what you’re thinking; isn’t this one of those evil cult things where the<br />
founder manages to have sex with every single one of his followers before going totally<br />
barmy, buying Rolls Royces and then going on to commit mass suicide<br />
Well, I’d have to say no. Dorothy McLean no longer lives in the community; she went<br />
back to Canada where she definitely isn’t head of a cult. Eileen stayed, but refused to<br />
share any more of God’s messages (privately I’ve always suspected God wasn’t talking<br />
to her anymore; possibly she forgot his birthday), and refused to be a Big Spiritual<br />
Leader, leaving the Foundation to govern itself in a fashion not unlike a big tenant’s<br />
association. Whilst this has had dire effects on the Giant Vegetables front, it has meant<br />
that Foundation has managed to keep itself together where many other cult-y type things<br />
have foundered in sexual and financial scandals. Of course that also means it’s kind of<br />
dull, and every so often some crackpot turns up at the Foundation saying that it has lost<br />
the true way and that they (the crackpot) have personally come to show them the light,<br />
have sex with all of them and buy Rolls Royces. Strangely, the Foundation has never<br />
succumbed to the temptation of such individuals and remains democratically governed.<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 145<br />
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So, returning to my theme, it was at the Foundation that I learned the ancient mystical<br />
techniques for being insufferably smug the whole time, and which are the stuff of my<br />
daily meditations. However there is more to the Foundation than irritating smugness; it’s<br />
grown over the years and diversified, and now has all sorts of interesting bits. One of the<br />
most interesting bits is my friend, the astonishingly talented Brian Nobbs…<br />
(my friend Brian Nobbs, who I met the night I met Douglas. Here he is paternally<br />
surveying his most recent batch of creations, fresh out of the kiln)<br />
Brian ran the pottery at Findhorn (I think the existence of a successful pottery was<br />
another of Eileen’s predictions; she really is terribly good you know) from its foundation.<br />
These days he’s retired from running it and spends his time turning out these lovely<br />
ceramics, painting marvellous pictures and creating the most beautiful Tarot deck I’ve<br />
ever seen. In his spare time he manages a big property out in the country.<br />
I always love dropping in on Brian because<br />
a) he’s good for a gossip and a bitch, the way queens usually are<br />
b) I get to see his most recent work<br />
c) he always makes tea<br />
d) he’s frequently on one of those weird diets which involve eating entire herds<br />
of cattle but which forbid carbohydrates, which is all to the good as it means he<br />
doesn’t nick all the biscuits unlike Certain Other Members of the Bear Persuasion<br />
closer to home who seem to inhale the bloody things.<br />
On this particular occasion Douglas and I were doing a rapid tour of the Foundation in<br />
order to get pictures for this journal, as I’m constantly doing charity work to bring a bit<br />
of fabulousness into the lives of the needy (that’s you), so we couldn’t spend too long in<br />
the pottery, wonderful place though it is and officially sanctioned by God, so we set off<br />
to photograph the best bits of the Foundation. On the way, Douglas acquired a Spirit<br />
Guide…<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 146<br />
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(Douglas plus Visionquest Mystical Spirit Guide Guardian Animal in the form of a tabbyand-white<br />
moggy. This creature adopted Douglas and followed us around most of the<br />
foundation, before buggering off when it smelt food. At least it didn’t start talking like<br />
the King James Bible: I hate it when that happens)<br />
…which stayed with us as far as Bag End, some early wood-constructed eco-houses…<br />
(Douglas sitting outside one of the pretty Bag End houses. Note Hippie Nouveau style.<br />
Note also Visionquest Mystical Spirit Guide Guardian Animal licking private parts; a<br />
spiritual lesson I hope Douglas doesn’t take to heart)<br />
In fact, even apart form the Hippie Nouveau stuff, there are lots of buildings of<br />
interesting design around the Foundation, including the famous Whisky Barrel houses…<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 147<br />
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(Whisky Barrel Houses, made, amazingly enough, from, wait for it, old whisky barrels<br />
once the drowned Scotsmen had been removed)<br />
…the most interesting and twee of which must be the Nature Sanctuary…<br />
(Nature Sanctuary looking like a place wherein a hobbit might dwell in unimaginable<br />
squalour. Note Douglas, an empty shell of a man, bereft of his Visionquest Mystical Spirit<br />
Guide Guardian Animal which was tempted away by a tin of Whiskas)<br />
In fact the interior of the Nature Sanctuary is even nicer…<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 148<br />
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(even nicer interior of Nature sanctuary with soft lines and pretty pattern on floor which<br />
is probably dead symbolic of something or other)<br />
People are supposed to come and meditate here, though in fact almost nobody does as<br />
it’s usually full of tourists. Instead they go and meditate in the main Sanctuary…<br />
(Ash, practising the Insufferable Smugness of Being in the main Sanctuary; not a great<br />
work of architecture like the Nature Sanctuary; just a plain cedarwood building, but<br />
excellent for smugness)<br />
My friends and family seem to regard the whole meditating malarky as yet another of<br />
the weird things that I derive pleasure from (e.g. vegetarianism, homosexuality, having<br />
friends), and are happy for me to just get on with. Douglas has a similar attitude, and<br />
particularly approves of mediation as a) it makes me more mellow; useful for when he’s<br />
being particularly exasperating (which would be most of the time…) and b) it gives him<br />
a chance to sneak off and eat cake…<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 149<br />
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(Douglas observing his own spiritual practice of Cake while Ash gets in contact with his<br />
Inner Smugness elsewhere. This is the main Findhorn café which seems to have a new<br />
name every time we go there, but which does a decent cup of coffee and never serves dry<br />
gagging lesbian cake as so many veggie places do, but instead makes stuff out of proper<br />
things like over-refined foods and calories)<br />
The café is round the back of one of the prettiest Foundation buildings, the Universal<br />
Hall…<br />
(The Universal Hall; apotheosis of the Hippie Nouveau style, with poncy stained glass<br />
in the shape of wings and everything. It’s just a big community space where they put on<br />
conferences and stuff really, but one of the prettiest I’ve been in)<br />
We took loads more photos than this, but when I was on a course at the Foundation once<br />
I had a Big Insight into the Universal Nature of Compassion so I’ve decided to spare<br />
you. It really is a pretty place though, with a wonderful atmosphere and a strange, almost<br />
indefinable quality, which would of course be the smugness. Ah, what would I be without<br />
it Well, I’d be you, probably, so thank the Universe (aka God) for the smugness, that’s<br />
all as I can say.<br />
R<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 150<br />
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