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...