My Dinner with André
One of the themes which André pursues with enthusiasm is
alternative conceptions of reality. He exemplifies this with the
Findhorn Foundation - a spiritual/environmental community
founded in northeast Scotland in 1962.
Having lived at that community for eight years and taken
considerable interest in the myths surrounding it and the care with
with which they are sustained, I feel like I can write with some
authority on the subject. Sorry if this spoils your favourite belief
system, but it is all complete nonsense. There *is* a Universal
Hall - I worked in it for several years. However, the roof stays put,
even in the fierce gales which are common in that part of the
world. It does not mystically rise, turn or anything similar. The only
things that are mystical about the Universal Hall are that it was
ever completed at all, given the permanent financial problems of
the Foundation, and the electrics, which are held together by good
intentions.
Equally, there were never any giant cabbages produced by
miraculous devic powers - that is myth started by one of the
founders, Peter Caddy (a nice guy, but possessing the marketing
ethics of Microsoft). Nor are there angels in the dustbins, or
anywhere else except the fond imaginings of the makers of The
Transformation Game (TM).
Finally, Eileen Caddy, another of the founders (who is still there at
the time of writing) may well be everyone's second favourite
granny (behind HRH The Queen Mother), but she does not talk to
God or even to god. The `still, small voice within' is Eileen, talking
to herself and others, saying the things she is unable to put her
own name to. I find it hard to believe that God (or god) is quite so
fond of vague, dull platitudes, which change over the years as
Eileen's views change. I am sorry to say this, because I really like
Eileen, but she is quite batty. And it doesn't take a PhD in
psychology to know where all that channelled stuff is coming from.
The only real miracle of Findhorn is how so many people can be
so gullible for so long. It is a great testament to the power of pretty
fantasies over less attractive but truly miraculous realities. Which
brings us nicely back to André and the film...