is lots of fun. However, exploring and knowing what healing is all
about is much more fun. Healing is returning to our original purity
and integrity. It is not changing the present, but claiming our
reality. So returning my thought about my creation and myself to its
original purity and integrity makes healing lots of fun.
world has changed since I was a student at the University of Chicago
in the Chicago Theological Seminary. From my single room I looked out
of my dormitory window. Across the quad and the street, I would see
the Quarman scrolls being prepared for interpretation just after they
were found in the mountains near Palestine.
The university buildings were largely built during the 1869 Gothic
Revival of the 12th to 16th Century
architecture. I would stand with my fellow theological students and
peek through the gothic arched windows. Gawking, I observed the
talented manner in which scientists and theologians unrolled the
ancient scrolls, found in the hills of Palestine where the Essenes
lived. The Essenes were a monastic brotherhood made up of Jews of
Palestine. They wrote the documents telling similar stories as found
in the New Testament. They wrote in their native Aramaic, the language
In September 1999 I visited campus. Years have now passed. The
buildings in their antiquity do look the same. The students seem
younger than I remember myself after getting out of service from the
Second World War. The streets are the same. The trees are the same.
The lawns are the same. But something was missing.
missing was the amazement of exploration into education by the
many young people with whom I spoke.
The university young people today have computers, which with a touch
of their fingertip, bring up fabulous stories of religion, philosophy,
history. With this information float up pictures of these ancient
ones, or at least what artists would portray them looking like.
Education takes a new twist but still something is missing. I could
not put my finger on it immediately, but after forgetting about it,
the thought came to me, these young people do not have the excitement,
wonder and awe of exploration. They have everything given to them
"as fact" and they are not to question it.
I questioned the Essene documents. I sought to see the scrolls. I
wondered whether they were ancient indeed or a mere forgery. From my
exploration, I gained respect for the people who lived the lives of
Essenes and the problems they faced. The goat shepherd lad who
serendipitously stumbled on the urns holding these scrolls played a
dynamic role in this adventure. The adventure I delight in to this
Later I met Dr Edmond Bordeaux Zekely, an Essene student, whose books
on their lives were fascinating. I could not ‘believe’ everything
he wrote, even though his medical doctorate qualified him to be aware
of many things. It conflicted with my understanding of logic; however,
later I came to know that what he wrote was valid. My respect for him
grew. My respect for his writings grew. Still later, I lived on his
famed Montague de Mille de Meditations in Campo to begin my own
personal quest into inner spirituality through my creating the
University of Healing.
There I wrote my first books surrounded by historical figures and
symbols, illumining my mind and heart as I wrote the story of my
My philosophy is the eclectic combination of the similar teachings of
the great philosophers, religious leaders and thinkers of all time.
will never cease my search
within myself. This naturally includes everything I have created in
the world in which I live. I pray that I never lose the excitement,
amazement, wonder and awe of exploration into the essence of life. I
feel very comfortable living in this world of miracles constantly
revealing themselves to me.
For The Fun Of It
likes to look at beautiful things. This could be the countryside, the
heavens or creation. I stand spellbound viewing the miracles of
mechanical things such as cars, airplanes and houses. My son has built
the Odyssey, a lovely ultra light powered plane. As we walked through
his hanger facing his runway he said, "Dad, want to go for a
flight." Instantly I agreed and in moments was taxing up the
runway and power check into a glorious flight. Then he said,
"Dad, just for the fun of it, you fly!" I took the controls
and his creation flew positively and perfectly. He showed me its
stall, which was just a whisper in the air, as it remained stable
gliding through the heavens. All too often, we reject opportunities to
have fun. I rarely say "No." I like to do things sometimes
just for the fun of it.