You Changed My Life
What a lovely moment that was, in September 1971, when I first saw into my Original Nature! It was my first visit to Nacton and I had arrived feeling nervous, shy and almost as depressed as I had been that morning, practically unable to get out of bed and on to the train at Liverpool Street. I did get to Under Shollond [Douglas Harding's house] but was then harried, night and morning, by a group of intense ladies who could not seem to understand that I did not understand a word they were talking about. Being in the paper bag with Douglas meant nothing to me and only brought the thought, "Good Heavens, what is he doing to me!". The next morning I was only too glad to get out of the house for a walk along the banks of the Orwell, but the intense ladies came with me and the harrying went on. Being particularly egged on by one of them, I finally, almost in desperation, looked down to see what I looked like to myself. And then‚ wonder of wonders, it happened! There was no head, only space, full of light and colour. It was a moment of pure satori, a sheer delight, and I laughed. "There you are", they said, "You've got it!"
I certainly had, and it has never left me. Thank you, Jane, you did it. Bless you, if you are reading this. I weep now as I think of it. You changed my life. Alan.