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I started blogging in May 2009 and have been called “the world’s oldest, newest blogger.” I’m the author of five books including The Raven Who Spoke with God, a fable that shows how if we trust life and listen to the nudges of our own heart, we will find the fulfillment we desire. First published on 9/11, the book has been translated into 11 languages and is available now in Kindle format at Amazon.
My raven book is my favorite. I wrote it soon after moving to Denver from British Columbia to marry JoAnn 15 years ago. It was a huge step for both of us. JoAnn noticed I liked to go to a nearby coffee shop in the afternoon, and one day she said, “You’re in the coffee shop anyway, why don’t you write a book while you’re there?” So that’s what I did. She’s a wise lady.
I was born in London in 1932. I was an only child and lived a normal British middle class life (if you don’t count WWII) until I was 16, when things began to get wild. I told my parents at lunch one day that what I wanted most in life was to find the truth. It didn’t go over well. Dad and I got into a fierce argument which ended suddenly when he lost his temper and slapped me hard across the side of my head.
Dad was a reporter all his life, and I started out the same way, working on newspapers and magazines in London, Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), New Zealand, and Canada. The longing to find a deeper meaning in existence took me finally to British Columbia, where I hitch-hiked to Alaska, got a job on a ranch, and then worked as a reporter on the Daily Colonist in Victoria.
Through one of life’s synchronicities I met a British nobleman who became my mentor and changed my life. He was Lord Martin Cecil – a descendant of Lord Burghley, chief adviser to Queen Elizabeth I – who as a young man, had given up his British aristocratic heritage to come out to the wilds of British Columbia and manage his father’s cattle ranch.
I loved Lord Martin and became part of a spiritual community he had founded in 1946 in 100 Mile House, BC. I was a member of the community for 36 years and thought it would be my home forever. But after my mentor died suddenly in 1988 the community went into decline. A few years later, at the age of 63, I had no choice but to return to the world I had abandoned in the idealism of my youth.
I was in despair. It was like stepping off a precipice. But I know now it was a blessing in disguise. It opened a door to a new life and made it possible for me to find a growing sense of true freedom and purpose.
I’ve loved writing all my life. I wrote my first story in an old scrapbook at the age of 7 with bombs falling all around the apartment in central London where my Mum and I lived in the early days of the Blitz. Dad was away in the army as a war correspondent, first of all in Dover, covering the Battle of Britain, and later in India and Burma. He took part in a number of landings with the British Army against the Japanese – armed with a typewriter instead of a gun.
Today, as I enter my 80s, I’m armed with a computer which makes it possible for me to embark upon wild adventures such as blogging and writing digital books.
I’m happier than I have ever been in my life. There are challenges, of course. But I am so thankful for the goodness of life and the wisdom that calls to each of us in these troubled times and the opportunity we have to give the gift that is ours to give. With love and blessings to you.
For more from Christopher, please visit my blog at www.thehappyseeker.com or write me at firstname.lastname@example.org.