This is what happened to me at the Woodford Folk Festival close to twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve of the Millennium. I had decided to see in the Millenium in the all faiths worship tent, where musicians of different faiths were to play one after the other. A Sikh musician and his backing group took the stage. As I swayed to the music and chanted along I soon found myself carried into a worshipful state. While listening I focussed on the one Spirit and closed my eyes and chanted where I could. Was what happened next a vision or a visualisation? It started intentionally but went beyond that. I was concerned that there was a possibility of our destroying ourselves and all life on earth so was praying for peace and harmony for the planet in the coming thousand years. I imagined a white light shooting up from the crown of my head and I soon saw it coming from the point of the globe where I and the others I was with were worshipping. My consciousness was with the light beam and I saw a huge beam of light coming to meet it from space and when the two beams met they were one light. The enormous, powerful beam then spread and encircled the planet and I saw many more beams rising to meet it from the surface of the earth as people worshipped to initiate the new millennium. The powerful beam became an invisible band around the earth with sparks or sparkles of colour flashing from it and sending fine beams of coloured light downward. The earth looked very beautiful as it turned within the envelope of spirit. I heard the words "Where are my Christian people?" and I found tears in my eyes. I took this to be sadness at the reluctance of Christians to recognize the underlying unity of spirit at the heart of all faiths and their reluctance to join in that unity. I took the whole vision as assurance that we will be looked after in this millennium. I hope you will pass it on to others.
Love and peace, Hugh
You cowered in a corner in a back street of Kandahar
Surrounded by blood and charred wood
Trembling and squeezing the lids of your eyes
Banging your head with your tiny hands
To push all the horrors away
Your mother’s crushed body surrounded by flies
Your father blown apart by a rocket that came
From the skies in the name of world peace
I picked you up gently and you wet on my shirt
As I carried you crying through the streets
To a truck with a cross marked in red on the side
Where they told me they had worse to take care of
I took you to camp, your eyes opened wide
They flickered and stared at things that weren’t there
Looked at me and past me and through me
Your mind such a long way from peace
My mates came and smiled, gave me pats on my shoulders
Brought you dairy milk chocolate and cola
Your mouth spat it out and you moaned in my arms
Your skinny limbs started to tremble
So I sang and I rocked you with old lullabies
Were you asleep when you smiled?
Next day we made a small coffin of wood.
Perhaps then at last you found peace.
This year's bonus is A hundred million dollars. Listen. A giggle.
I went to China at fifty-two and stayed four years. A beautiful woman much younger than me went mad and fell in love with me. Wildly amazing! I'm not mad, what's mad about falling in love with someone younger than you (but of age), huh?
Live in love and respect everyone and life will be a lot easier.
What Gives Me Hope
People like Aung San Suu Kyi, Sister Dianna Ortiz, sites like this, feeling surrounded by Spirit, people's love.
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Isolate anyone who has tortured another, whether in a government role or not, and put in a serious rehabilitation programme for them until their response allows release under voluntary surveillance for many years.
What/who changed my life and why
An old man who was in love with Jesus and is the holiest person I have ever met, a living guru or saint.
Thinking of you on your birthday, dear Hugh, and remember your gentle kindness. If I know you well, I trust you are working hard from your side of reality to make everything on Mother Earth more caring; we are also doing our best from here. Hopefully, we will succeed in the end, together.
I was sleeping and awoke, as the candle on my front table was still flickering in front of your smile. I imagine you have met my dad by now and feel so much comfort knowing you and he are together. I feel such comfort knowing you have taken his hand.
In the most respectful way you two are so alike. So kind, loving and compassionate. You were both always there to help the world...small and large...and all inbetween. I smile as I wonder what you are up to now, paving the way for many Lovely Days Ahead.
I am thrilled to see my sweet Shell has adorned your page! We speak of you so often