I magically materialised in Willesden London N.W.10.. in 1951.. and my first home was this beautiful old cottage.. in the middle of London.. My Gran remembered when it was all farm-land.. but London got the better of it.. The cottage has been destroyed now.. and replaced with an ugly car-park.. but i still often dream i am back there.. I always feel it is where I belong..
My Mum was living with my Gran.. while my Dad was in the Royal Navy.. My Dad was obsessed by boats.. and I remember he spent a lot of his life building them.. some small.. some big.. and he loved to go to sea.. I did not share his interests.. I got sea-sick really easily..
When I was 4 we moved to Hemel Hempstead.. A new town about 30 miles from the big city.. Created to accommodate the over=flowing population of London.. which had become seriously over-crowded.. BUT.. Not too far away.. so we could still visit my Gran in Willesden.. I loved being in the country-side.. where I was allowed to roam where ever I wanted.. as long as I got home for dinner on time.. Dad bought an old barge on the canal.. and started fixing it up.. so he was happy too.
I mostly spent my time alone.. exploring.. but sometimes other kids would attach themselves to me.. maybe.. because I was always having good ideas.. and was happy to share them.. I never made close friends with anyone though.. I WAS SOCIALLY DISTANT.. BUT IMAGINATIVE.. I had more freedom by being alone.. I could just be myself.. and do what I wanted.
This was my first school.. MAYLANDS.. in Hemel.. and that's me... hiding behind the tree.. away from all the chaos.. and confusion.. that we call - OTHER CHILDREN
1955 MOVED TO HEMEL HEMPSTEAD..
IN HERTFORDSHIRE....
Then.. at the age of 9.. we moved to Lostwithiel.. in Cornwall.... A beautiful historic town on the River Fowey.. Walk up river and we can see Restormal Castle.. Walk even further and we get to the Lanhydrock House Estate..
That was when.. and where.. I REALLY discovered SWIMMING.. It became my new obsession.. I lived in the river... or the park.. in my spare time.. Mostly by myself.. but I didn't mind.. I was perfectly happy.. living in my own world..
1960 - OUR MOVE TO CORNWALL
When I was 12.. we moved down-river.. to POLRUAN by Fowey.. probably one of the most beautiful towns in Britain.. A 12th Century Harbour.. historic buildings.. with lovely coastal walks.. It's a fantastic location.. especially if you happen to LOVE SWIMMING.. and boats.. and... MOST OF ALL............... CORNISH PASTIES..!
I lived in Polruan by Fowey (see picture above) .. until I was 15... and then.. after Mum and Dad split up.. I ran away to London.. to be a hippy... and lived with my Gran.. until I was 16.. She didn't mind if I went out to the ALL NIGHT CLUBS... like UFO.. where the PINK FLOYD began.. with their amazing liquid-light shows.. WE WERE HIPPIES.. AND THE FIRST THING I DID.. WAS TO LOOSE THE SHORT HAIR-CUT..
1967.. WAS THE SUMMER OF LOVE.. and it was fantastic.. AMAZING THINGS WHERE GOING ON.. AND LONDON WAS THE BEST PLACE TO BE.. FOR ME.. I MET JIMMI HENDRIX AND SHOOK HIS HAND.. and said.. "Thanks for the Music".... MAN ... and I met Traffic with Steve Windwood.. the gods of that time..
This is a video I made about the UFO club.. so it shouldn't be forgotten.. ITS A TRIBUTE TO THE MOST AMAZING MEMORIES.. I LOVED THAT PLACE..!
1967 The Round House and Memories of The UFO Club & the Fantastic Light Shows in 1960's London - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elkIed4qjPo
Me with Gran when she visited us.. We went on a boat trip around the harbour.. I was 13.. so I sported a Beatle hair cut.. and there's my Dad.. on one of his boats that he was busy building... HE IS LIKE ME... HE ALWAYS THINKS... BIG.. We were moving it down-river.. from Golant to Fowey.. It's the only photo I have of him.. and that is because he bought me my first camera for a xmas present.. and it payed off.. because now I have a pic of him.
I used to help him... until I discovered girls.. Dad wasn't happy.. that I had lost interest.. but I didn't understand how he was feeling... I lacked empathy.............. BUT I LOVED GIRLS! ... so.. at 13 I got a Beatle hair-cut.. and fancy gear.. and everything else was down to.... basic instincts..
I enjoyed taking walks along the river.. I would walk up to 4 miles along the train lines.. that followed the scenic river banks.. towards Fowey.. on a Sunday.. when it was quiet... no trains. Sometimes Dad would take us down river on his small boat.. I remember him rowing.. I liked it more.. than when he bought a noisy out-board motor..
This is the Fowey River winding its way towards the sea... That is where I walked.. always alone.
Ok.. here i am actually SMILING.. BUT.. Could it be.. because I'm going swimming.. ? The clue is the BAG... FULL OF SWIMMING ESSENTIALS..
We were heading for Lantic Bay near Polruan.. the beach is facing the sea.. so there are big waves to play in.. Polruan is the village where we lived.. across the river from Fowey.. I used to go to school by ferry... and then a long walk up a big hill.. got me to school.. I was in the class for special needs children.. I never learned anything at school.. came out and got jobs like sweeping floors.. but I gardened when ever I could.. I LOVE BEING WITH NATURE..! ... A part from the WASPiES.. that is.
I used to climb up the chimney in this tower.. and sit on the top.. with my legs hanging over the edge.. I was pretty stupid.. back then... It was built to keep invaders out.. with a chain across the river..
I swam across the river.. and back.. once.. without stopping.. and my Dad followed in his boat.. BACK THEN - If I had EVER accidentally fell in the river.. it wouldn't have bothered me.. because I felt quiet at home in its waters.. like a fish.
THIS LITTLE GUY LOOKS LIKE HE WILL TURN OUT TO BE A GARDENER.. WHO GARDENS BOTH INSIDE AND OUT... AND... THAT'S HIS MUM.. WONDERING... Where have all the flowers gone.. ? ..................................WELL.. It was not so long after the war..... BE PATIENT.. HE SAYS.. im gonna move mountains.. someday.
Then.. I became independent at 16.. I got a job.. and a shared bed-sit room with some Irish friends.. who I met at work.. in Willesden High Road.. We were very poor.. back then.
This was where I met them.. my first job.. in the London Co-op.. I started out as a floor-covering salesman.. but.. instead of being promoted... I was quickly demoted to a porter.. and lift boy.. so I got to meet girls.. which was a real bonus.. SO.. It was a promotion.. of sorts.
Sometimes.. I find it is to my advantage.. to be utterly useless..
THE PHILOSOPHY WORKSHOP
This is the garden I am busy creating NOW. The time capsule is going beneath the Angel (messenger) in a steel safe.. SEALED in a stone built cube.. I hope people will leave in there because it is a part of the mystical garden.. I will make this request on my will.. I would like for it to remain. The garden will be very strange and beautiful.. when it is finished.. while the contents of the cube will also be available on-line..
The cube is just to get people's interest.. so they search for more info on-line.. A publicity stunt.. to get people's attention. It is a way to try to get my message across to as many people as a i can..
Some of my own writings are completely original.. so I do not want them to be lost when I die.. and the accounts of my mystical expereince are intresting.. when the seed falls on fertile soil.. that is.
My garden is a special place where I can go and meditate.. at the end of each day.. Then.. some of my thoughts also come from the holy place you mentioned.. when my mind is free and relaxed.. and.. a garden that is dedicated to philosophy and wisdom.. is a Holy Place.. IT IS MY CHURCH....
"The Story, the Words just FLoWeD From Somewhere
Deep Within Most Definitely A Higher Consciousness
i had not Tapped in Before; The Deeper Part of me is actually now me.. More Than Self-Actualization Transcending Soul All Indeed." ... you wrote..
The Girl is a symbol of the message.. that all these great minds are singing from the same hymn sheet... A pattern emerges from their words when they are brought together.. but when their thoughts are separated.. the message lacks strength.. so.. I make the CONNECTIONS.. to demonstrate they are UNITED in their UNDERSTANDING.
"Sciences usually advances by a succession of small steps, through a fog in which even the most keen-sighted explorer can seldom see more than a few paces ahead. Occasionally the fog lifts, an eminence is gained, and a wider stretch of territory can be surveyed—sometimes with startling results.
A whole science may then seem to undergo a kaleidoscopic rearrangement, fragments of knowledge SOMETIMES BEING FOUND TO FIT TOGETHER IN A HITHERTO UNSUSPECTIVE MANNER. Sometimes the shock of readjustment may spread to other sciences; sometimes IT MAY DIVERT THE WHOLE CURRENT OF HUMAN THOUGHT." — Sir James Jeans
“The worship of God is: Honouring his gifts in other men, each one according to his genius, and loving the greatest men best; those who envy or calumniate great men hate God.” - - William Blake
