The following extracts are from Peter’s autobiography – In Perfect Timing.

The night before leaving Singapore, I was talking to an officer who told me that I would be passing through Clark Field, an American air base in the Philippines, and suggested that I look up a delightful family with whom he had spent Christmas. On landing at Clark Field I made my way to the address that he had given me, but the major I was there to visit had gone out for the evening. Instead, I was greeted by a grey-haired lady, Anne Edwards, who was his mother-in-law. She invited me in and offered a drink.

Within a short time, our conversation came round to spiritual matters. I mentioned that I had been to Tibet, and we talked about books that had been written by the Tibetan Master, Djwal Khul, through Alice Bailey. It was then that Anne Edwards — whose spiritual name was ‘Naomi’ — said that she was a sensitive, and that she too received from this source. Her news thrilled me; tingles went up and down my spine, and I knew we had met for some special reason. I asked her if she could receive an inner message on the purpose of our meeting.

We were told that we had been together in many previous lifetimes, and had now been drawn from the opposite ends of the Earth, she from Lexington Fields, near Chicago, in the USA, and me from the United Kingdom, to perform a specific work together in this life. Naomi had received many messages from beings in space, concerning their space ships, their purpose and mission. Her work had also been to form a group of seven in Lexington Fields, to contact, telepathically, groups of people all over the world, forming a ‘Network of Light’. There were, within this group, both those who ‘received’ and others who ‘transmitted’ telepathically; in all, some 370 different groups had been contacted. The purpose of this Network of Light was to receive energies which were being poured down upon the planet. These energies were then transmitted and transformed, or stepped down, through a system of triangles from one level of power to another — much as electricity in a national grid goes from one generating station to another, then to regional stations, local sub-stations, and finally fuse-boxes in buildings for individual use. Naomi gave as an example a high overlighting group covering the whole of Africa, which radiated to three overlighting stations or groups. These people then radiated to key stations or groups, and from these key stations to three other stations. That’s the way the energy was stepped down by the system, or relay of transformers, so that it could be used in the everyday world — just like electricity when it finally reaches the home, and appliances can be plugged into it. The energy in the Network of Light, of course, was spiritual.

Naomi’s message went on to tell us that we were to share with each other our spiritual experiences to date. This was strange, because neither Naomi nor I had ever spoken completely with others about our spiritual work. How could it be done? There were only a few hours left before my aircraft was due to leave. I needn’t have worried, because the aircraft was grounded and unserviceable, and so takeoff was delayed indefinitely. We spent the next seventeen hours together, with Naomi receiving messages from higher levels and both of us relating our experiences. This established an extraordinary bond between us; true to the direction of Naomi’s guidance, after this meeting, we kept in touch with each other over the years by writing long letters, once or twice a week, nearly every week.

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My correspondence with Naomi in the Philippines continued; by 1954 I had amassed a wealth of material that she had received telepathically. This included a series of many messages from our ‘space brothers’ — extraterrestrial beings concerned with the welfare and evolution of the Earth — giving, in scientific terms, information about why they had come to our planet, details about their craft, and their methods of operating. Much of this material was difficult to understand and needed revising. I had an inner prompting to use the training that I’d received at the Royal Air Force Staff College to produce a paper entitled An Introduction to the Nature and Purpose of Unidentified Flying Objects. The aim of the paper was to provide an introduction to the study of the reality of ‘spaceships’, why they exist, their composition and their significance for mankind; it was written with the help of a fellow catering officer who’d been trained as a scientist, and we completed it just prior to my being called home to the United Kingdom for a conference.

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I connected the electricity to our caravan in the dunes and set about making us as comfortable as possible, but on the day we moved in I suddenly realized that our American friend Naomi was on the Queen Mary, in mid-Atlantic. She was coming over to join us for three weeks, we had thought at the Trossachs Hotel, and in the drama of the past three days I had completely forgotten about her. With a hasty farewell to the family, I jumped into the car and drove down to Southampton, England, to bring her back.

As it was a time before modern motorways, the journey took three days each way. I met Naomi off the Queen Mary in perfect timing and took a scenic route back, wanting to show her the traditional, ‘olde worlde’ sights so beloved of American tourists. We stopped at Glastonbury where I arranged for us to stay the night in the quaint seventeeth-century Pilgrim’s Inn with worn, rickety stairs, low-beamed wooden ceilings and a big old-fashioned bathroom at the end of the corridor; for lunch en route to Scotland I avoided featureless roadside cafes and took her instead to traditional pubs with their oak pannelling and views over the village green. Imagine my disappointment, then, when on our last night before reaching home, all I could find for us was a gaudy, modern roadside motel utterly lacking in any character or charm whatsoever. I apologized to Naomi, but disappointment turned to dismay when I discovered that she loved this place best of all: forget ‘olde worlde’ charm, all she’d wanted was a decent en-suite bathroom!

We managed to find Naomi a place with Miss Harrold, an elderly woman who lived in the Findhorn Village. The room was very small and not warm, but — accustomed as she was to enjoying her American creature comforts — Naomi was good about accepting the situation. She was with us in our caravan during the day and I took her back to her room at night. We all came to know each other well. She was a remarkable sensitive and received channelled messages from a variety of sources. One of these messages was that I would never again have to undertake such an onerous task as that at the Trossachs: now was the time for my real work to begin. Since I didn’t know what my ‘real work’ was, this didn’t help all that much.

During this time, Dorothy received guidance that she was to stay with us, but as there was no room for her to sleep in the caravan we had to find somewhere for her. The local hotel had a small hut attached to it which was used by relief staff during the summer; it had a bed but no form of heating. With the agreement of the hotel owner, Dorothy moved in, bought herself an electric underblanket and spent every night there throughout what was to be a bitter winter.

During her stay with us, Naomi joined Dorothy, Eileen and me every morning and evening as we resumed our inner work connecting with the various groups and stations in the Network of Light. I would read out a list of the key stations to which we would radiate Love or Light (or sometimes both, depending on our perception of the needs of a particular station). While the boys were away at school during the day, the three women would share the various messages or visions they had received. On the surface it paints an odd picture — four adults sitting silently in a caravan surrounded by sand dunes, in a lonely spot in the north of Scotland, at the height of the Cuban Missile Crisis — but in heart, mind and spirit we were connected with a network of others that literally spanned the globe.

This work continued after Naomi returned to the States.

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[December 1963]

My only disappointment was that Naomi was not there to join us. For some months we had been trying to persuade her to leave the States and join us at Findhorn, where as we had found the year before, her physical presence could contribute to the inner work as well as complete the ‘four-square foundation’ required before building could commence (1) (although we had no idea of what it was we were building — we were simply following inner direction, step by step). I also planned to edit the vast amount of material Naomi had received from various sources and prepare a book for publication (2). In September 1963 I had even obtained a caravan for her but she continued to dither over the decision to come, worrying about having insufficient funds, and eventually we had to let the caravan go.

(1) Naomi herself had received that it takes three people to anchor the spiritual energies in a Centre of Light — representing the aspects of Light, Love and Wisdom — and four to begin building
(2) For various reasons this never happened; some of Naomi’s recordings were finally published in 1981 in A World Within a World / X-7 Reporting (Neville Spearman, Jersey), telepathic transmissions received from a group of prisoners of conscience down a salt mine in Siberia — now published by Findhorn Press, March 1996

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Once again, in 1964 Naomi received inner direction that she was to come from the States and join us, but her lack of faith prevented her doing so. She wrote and said that she never believed that God required all of our time dedicated to service. I replied that He does require just that, and the only kind of service that matters is whole-hearted dedication to Him. He wants all of us and not just part of us. When we give our all, all is given back to us and more, and God sees that all our life is balanced between the inner and outer activities. I reminded her that at Findhorn we had such a balance. …

I wanted everything to be perfect for Naomi. She was an old lady in her seventies and was accustomed to a high standard of living, enjoying certain foods, fine coffee, and cocktails in the evening that we would not be able to provide; she also enjoyed the flattery of being placed on a pedestal by the group around her in America. In addition to the anthracite fire in her caravan, I installed an electric thermostatic space heater and paraffin stove to ensure her warmth. I placed my last two possessions from the past — a beautiful blue tea set from Hong Kong and a delicate Kashmiri lacquer bowl with matching finger bowls — at her disposal. The compost heaps in the garden were screened off so that she would not see them, and I spent several days fitting new linoleum in her kitchen.

The reason for all this was that Naomi and I were to spend the winter going through the thousands of pages of inner messages she had received throughout her life, with me sorting them into order so that a series of books could be published. Intuitively I knew that after this winter we would never have the time again to do this, so as Naomi kept postponing her departure from the States I grew increasingly frustrated. Christmas came but Naomi didn’t. I passed the time reading gardening books, watching television and working in the garden when the ground wasn’t frozen.

Eileen had a vision of Naomi flying across the Atlantic to join us, but when Naomi finally confirmed that she was coming, it was by a ship due to arrive in Southampton (in the south of England) on 21 January 1965. I left a week early to travel down and collect her, stopping en route to visit several old friends and acquaintances. Among these were Lady Mayo (the ‘Lady in Lilac’ we had met at Cluny Hill Hotel), with whom I stayed a night in Edinburgh, and Grace Cooke’s son-in-law, who supervised the publication of her messages from White Eagle; he gave me some very valuable advice about preparing material for publication. When I arrived at Southampton, however, there was no ship and no Naomi. Hers was the only passenger vessel to have been cancelled as the result of a dockers’ strike in New York, two hours before it was due to leave, and Naomi had gone home in a state of shock.

I was fazed too, and wondered what opposing forces were preventing Naomi’s joining us, but by the time I returned to Findhorn there was a letter awaiting me with news that she would fly after all. She arrived at Glasgow’s airport nearly three weeks later. …

Naomi did not find life at all easy at Findhorn, particularly on the physical and personality levels. She had been pampered and spoiled by her husband and her group: she was a very sensitive and delicate soul, and needed looking after and protecting. It was Eileen who mostly cared for her. When Naomi
expected me to wind her watch every day or cut up her chicken for dinner, as her late husband had done, I refused — I had far more important things to do. Yet she was the best sensitive I had ever come across.

For many years Naomi had worked with the Network of Light around the planet, telepathically broadcasting to and receiving from the various ‘Magnetic Centres’ to which, we believed, people were being drawn to prepare for the nuclear destruction that so many sources were predicting. If Naomi were given a name to tune in to, she would be in immediate contact with that being, whether a space brother, a prophet of old, a member of the Hierarchy, or a person (living or deceased). It was as though she had a highly developed antenna through which she received an enormous amount of information that was of great help to our spiritual development and understanding, and hence the advancement of our work at Findhorn.

This was a time of much inner practice. We met at 11 am every day, when Eileen, Dorothy and Naomi would share the early morning message each had received in her individual meditation. This was followed by a time of group meditation and the receiving of more messages; it was also a time of linking with many groups, Magnetic Centres and people throughout the world, radiating Light and love and making telepathic contacts. This was repeated at 5 pm, with Naomi and Dorothy concentrating on our extraterrestrial links; there was a final session later in the evening, with more radiating and telepathic work.

Basically we were laying the ‘four-square foundation’ upon which we could build. We were told that it was as if we were building a temple and a place of refuge, a Centre of Light in the coming darkness. Just as in the original Dark Ages there were isolated places, like Iona and Lindisfarne, whose small spiritual communities kept the light of truth and knowledge burning, so we came to understand that our purpose at Findhorn was to establish a place that demonstrated a God-centred lifestyle and would be prepared, if necessary, to aid the reconstruction of civilization in the event of catastrophe. I never spent time thinking about any of this, however. I was too busy carrying out the instructions that each of us, in our own way, received from the source of divinity within.

For those four foundation stones to fit perfectly, the rough edges had to be smoothed (and occasionally knocked) off. This was not always easy. There were often personality clashes among the four of us. Naomi at least had her own caravan, but Eileen, Dorothy, myself and the three boys were living on top of each other in very cramped conditions. …

When Naomi’s work at Findhorn had been completed and she returned to the United States, we used her small caravan as a sanctuary for our meditations …

Publications

Anne K. Edwards A World Within a World / X-7 Reporting, Neville Spearman, Jersey, 1981/ Findhorn Press, 1996

You can find other stories about Naomi on our website by following this link to her tag.

In Perfect Timing, with Jeremy Slocombe & Renata Caddy, FPress, 1996. Available as e-book.

Peter Caddy

Peter Caddy, Community co-founder.