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Friday August 11th, 1978. Somewhere in Suffolk, in the East of England. It’s late evening, and a group of people are sitting around in a large meeting room. Everyone is tired. Not only because of the time of day, but from the efforts made during the two weeks of this course. There have been struggles as we attempted to engage all our faculties – intellect, emotions, observation – in a quest for understanding. We are not just challenged at the mental level either. Some of us are also young parents, with small children in tow. They have needed plenty of attention too – to stop them jumping in the ornamental pond, or stealing another child’s tea, for instance! The course has thus stretched us in every direction, with sessions of meditation practice, study of the Cabbalistic Tree of Life, mindful walks, discussions of theory and sacred geometry, plus the basics of washing up and keeping the public rooms clean. But it appears to be paying off, the humps and bumps have largely smoothed out, and we feel we’re really doing quite well in attaining a degree of sophisticated knowledge. A spiritual philosophy, in its original sense of ‘love of wisdom’, is within our grasp! And now, surely, it’s time for bed, or at least a wind-down. But then Glyn Davies, the teacher and mastermind of the course announces that it’s time to tell us a story…He tells it in this shadowy, hushed room. It’s about a King on a Mountain. It goes something like this: Long ago, a King stood on the mountain, high above his palace and his kingdom. He was wondering what he could leave his people, for their lasting benefit. A legacy which would endure. A new city, or a better system of agriculture, to feed everyone adequately? |
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