A Journey Towards the Light
Although I experienced my first brush with inner reality as a schoolboy at St Ronan's, lying under a great oak tree at the entrance to the playing fields, I first started to enquire deeply into these things at the prompting of my mother-in-law Timmie Watson in the (Australian) summer of 1972. At that time - and for about four or five years after my marriage to Prue and when we had just moved into Harvestgate - I devoured books beginning with William James's The Varieties of Religious Experience, Aldous Huxley's The Perennial Philosophy, Alan Brunton, anything by Alan Watts, the Theosophists, RH Nixon's Man, The Measure of All Things, PJ Sayer's Eastern Wisdom and Western Thought, Hubert Benoit's The Art of Detachment According to Zen, Raynor Johnson's The Watcher on the Hills and many other mainstream works. Then, a kind of knowing opened up in me, through which I seemed to understand the world more fully. I could feel the spiritual nature of the world a...