May 2009

Here’s something that I feel just needs to be shared. Feel free to pass it on to anyone including your dentist.

Letter from Dr. Gerard F. Judd, Ph.D., Chemist, Researcher for 18 years, Professor of Chemistry for 33 yrs. April 2002

Dear Government Executive and Employee:
We can all stop spending billions for American dental work and research. Let me tell you why: I have learned the real causes of dental cavities and gum infection. People, including you, will now be able to take care of their own dentistry with insignificant cost, and end with perfect teeth. Cavities and gum infections are ended!

A great amount of REPUTABLE DENTAL RESEARCH proves the following:

1. Tooth cavities will be ended simply by rinsing acids off the teeth. ACIDS ALONE EAT THE ENAMEL. THERE WOULD BE NO CAVITIES IN THE WORLD if all people rinsed acids from their teeth promptly. Just sip water, milk or other liquid while eating. Water reacts with acids.

2. Foods and drinks, other than those containing acids, have no action on tooth enamel. SUGARS HAVE NO ACTION ON THE ENAMEL.

3. Bacteria cannot damage the enamel (calcium hydroxy phosphate). There is no such thing as decay of the enamel since bacteria require carbon and hydrogen to live. Billions of human and animal remains show teeth and bones are resistant to earth-bound organisms.

4. Teeth reenamalize when clean. TO MAKE TEETH CLEAN ONE BRUSHES WITH ANY BAR SOAP. Soap washes off in just 2 rinses. What about toothpastes? Glycerine in all tooth pastes is so sticky that it takes 27 washes to get it off. Teeth brushed with any toothpaste are coated with a film and CANNOT PROPERLY REENAMELIZE.

5. Taking calcium and phosphate in the diet results in reenamelization of the teeth, but only when they are clean. Bar soap does a perfect job in cleaning the surface. The enamel thickens and becomes less sensitive. Adenosine diphosphatase furnishes phosphate to teeth.

6. Gums are disinfected by brushing with any bar soap. Not only bacteria and viruses are destroyed promptly by small amounts of soap in water, but also white flies and aphids. Gardeners: Spray 1 tsp of dish washing soap in 1 gallon of water to kill white flies and aphids.

7. Plaque, a poorly formed crystal stuck to the bottom of the enamel, is prevented and eventually removed by brushing with bar soap. Dental procedures to get the badly formed crystals off dig holes through the enamel. These cavities catch food and cause gum infection.

8. Prevention of plaque retards gum pockets. GUM POCKETS are formed as the plaque pushes the gums away from the teeth. GUM POCKETS, from 1 to 8 mm deep, ARE ALSO FORMED BY FLUORIDE, WHICH SEVERS THE PROTEIN MOLECULES ADHERING THE GUMS TO THE TEETH. SOAP PREVENTS GINGIVITIS caused by bacteria which is lodged in the gum pockets.

9. VITAMIN C AND PHOSPHATE help knit the gums back to the teeth. Pressing against the gums with fingers forces adhesive materials from the gums onto the teeth, which helps the process. Abscesses can be offset by holding Cepacol (14% alcohol) in the mouth 5 minutes.

10. “Receding gum” surgery will end when the GUM POCKETS cease. The very mention of the procedure, which involves transferring flesh from the roof of the mouth to the excised area of the gums, is a heinous and useless procedure which ought to pass into oblivion.

ENZYME ADENOSINE DIPHOSPHATASE so it can deliver phosphate to calcium at the tooth surface, RESULTING IN A BEAUTIFUL, SEMI-FLEXIBLE ENAMEL.

VITAMIN C (ASCORBIC ACID) (1 tsp) with Arm and Hammer baking soda (1/2 tsp) in1 inch of water, letting it fizz and then diluting to 1/2 to 1 cup with water, then drinking. The resulting SODIUM ASCORBATE is non-acid, very pure and a thousand times more soluble than vitamin C. SODIUM ASCORBATE IS MORE REACTIVE THAN ASCORBIC ACID (C) in building connective tissue and antibody structures and more effective in killing some viruses and bacteria.

13. Receding gums and plaque are ended when soap is used for brushing and VITAMIN C IS TAKEN DAILY AS DESCRIBED IN #12.

14. 30% of American youths ages 8-10 have no cavities. 100% of Ugandan youths ages 6-10 have no cavities. What does this tell us?

AMERICAN YOUTHS IS BECAUSE they do not consume as many acid foods. have no fluoride in their drinking water, have regular meals rather than sipping acid drinks all day, have more calcium and phosphate in their diet, and have fewer dentists to “WORK ON” their teeth.


17. Dental literature says AMERICANS AGE 43 AVERAGE 32 CAVITIES, those AGE 17 HAVE 13 CAVITIES, blacks and poverty stricken (without calcium and phosphate) have twice this and the native Americans have four times this amount. The NATIVE AMERICAN PLIGHT CAN BE BLAMED ON THEIR POOR NUTRITION, EXCESSIVE FLUORIDATION AND FREE BUT IMPROPER DENTAL CARE.


19. Spokesmen for national groups are beginning to notice AN ALARMING RISE IN CAVITIES AMONG CHILDREN AND TEENS. Same dentists recommend DENTAL SEALANTS, especially for older teens not previously considered candidates for the treatment. But if sealants are now ordered, AREN’T DENTISTS ADMITTING NO CONFIDENCE IN THE ABILITY OF FLUORIDE TO PREVENT CAVITIES?

20. FLUORIDE in water at I part per million INCREASED TOOTH CAVITIES in fourlarge
reliable studies 7.22.45 and 10% (average 21 %). The reason far these increases has to do with the fact that adenosine diphosphatase is destroyed by fluoride and CALCIUM FLUORIDE which slips into the enamel, IS ALIEN TO THE TOOTH COMPOSITE AND MAKES THE ENAMEL WEAK, BRITTLE AND DISCOLORED.


22. Fortunately, we now know the current ‘teeth perfecting protocol” of dentistry with fluoridation is flawed. IF THE EARLY ESTIMATES OF 80% TOOTH IMPROVEMENT IN CHILDRENS’ TEETH BY AGE 13 WERE TRUE, EACH AMERICAN WOULD NOW HAVE LESS THAN ONE CAVITY. That is far from true. The teeth in America are in a sorry state,AND AT THE PRESENT TIME ARE GETTING WORSE.

23. Numerous top scientists over the past 60 years have discarded the theory that fluoride helps teeth, or is a nutrient helpful to man

references in a book Good Teeth Birth to Death by Gerard F. Judd, Ph.D.. These114 MEDICAL SIDE EFFECTS extend all the way from cancer down to headachesCAUSED BY 1 PPM FLUORIDE IN THE WATER. Thirteen of these side effects areproved by a double blind study on 60 patients by 12 physicians, 1 pharmacistand 1 attorney.

25. The mechanism for destruction of enzymes by fluoride has been proven byx-ray studies. Hydrogen bonds are broken by fluoride.

26. Fluoride is the smallest negative particle on the face of the earth. Since the FLUORIDE PARTICLES ARE SO SMALL and so intensely negative, THEY CONNECT WITH THE HYDROGEN BONDS HOLDING THE ENZYME COILS IN PLACE and ruin every enzyme molecule at very low concentration, around 1-3 ppm. These enzymes are often3,000 or more times the small size of the fluoride. The effect is ruinous.

27. To avoid fluoride is to prevent the destruction of 83 enzymes listed with references in Good Teeth, Birth to Death, by Gerard F. Judd, Ph.D.. FLUORIDE ISA SEVERE BIOLOGICAL POISON. Being intensely negative, it unlatches positive hydrogen bonds in enzymes AND proteins.

28. It is fortunate we have learned fluoride is a nerve poison. FLUORIDE CAUSES CAVITIES. There is not the slightest doubt.

29. Methyl mercury formed from amalgams in the body is deadly. It causes brain disease. Fillings made of quartzite and epoxy are a safe substitute.

30. Fluoride harms the economy by MAKING PEOPLE PURCHASE OTHER THAN CITY
WATER to avoid it. It also harms the economy by making people dependent anundependable professions that know nothing about it. Ignorance about fluorideand what it does is worldwide.

31. Keep the teeth moist. Teeth that are dry “craze” (crack). If you chew ice,teeth may crumble. Teeth do have a breaking strength.

32. LOOK IN YOUR MOUTH. Tell the dentist(s) what you want done and get several bids for examination and work. Save your fortunes.

We now know we can cancel the green light given by Harry Truman with the help of Congress TO SUBSIDIZE DENTISTRY. BILLIONS OF DOLLARS BEING WASTED in this regard (Public Law 755, June 24,1948) CAN NOW BE RETURNED TO TKE TAXPAYERS.
I hope you will put this information in the hands of your Congress persons sothey and we may alert the newspapers, radio and TV stations, magazines, and all other news media as well as their friends, families, and associates about this giant leap in dental technology.

I ask for your feedback on this letter and I would also like you to ask for feedback from the ones you contact. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!

Respectfully yours,

Gerard F. Judd, Ph.D., Professor Emeritus, Chemistry

PARTIAL CREDENTIALS OF DR JUDD – as of – 6615 West Lupine, Glendale AZ 85304 1. Ph.D. from Purdue University.
2. Researcher in industry: 18 yrs.
3. Prof of chemistry: 33 yrs; retired professor emeritus.
4. Fluoride laboratory studies: Linde, Purdue, Wright Field and PhoenixCollege, 13 yrs.
5. Author, revised: Good Teeth Birth to Death, 117 pp. July 1997.
6. Author, revised: Chemistry, Its Uses In Everyday Life, 305 pp. July 1997.
7. Author, Workbook, Self Quizzes and Laboratory Assignments for Chemistry, Its Uses In Everyday Life, July 16, 1997.
8. Author, Chemical Hygiene Plan, 89 pp., 4-23-1998.
9. Speaker, writer, radio host, bookseller, age 79, continuing as of .
10. Fighter for truth in practical uses of chemistry.
ADDRESSEE: Please mall a copy of this letter to your Congress person, asking what they are going to do about this terrible incompetence and waste in dentistry and government spending.

Thanking you, I am Gerard F. Judd.

P.S.: My book Good Teeth, Birth to Death can be obtained by calling1-623-412-3955. The 117 page book is $15. I also have an excellent 45 minute video tape on Good Teeth,cost $25. Call and it will be sent to you postpaid.
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The time when Columbus arrived in North America has been acknowledged as the First World War from a Native American perspective. This video gives a perspective of importance for us all at this time. As Floyd Red Crow Westerman says, we need to plant something and recognize all things as spirit. Simple, isn’t it?

May we find peace.


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Campfire on Beach for Extending FriendshipWhenever uncertainty arises, stop. Be present, fully present. Watch your breath. If this isn’t enough, take a walk in nature, work in the garden or turn to a practice that cultivates stillness and inner connectedness such as yoga, qi gong or meditation.

Life is an ever-shifting balance between stillness and activity. Whenever activity dominates, and this easily happens in our busy lives, consciously cultivate stillness and the sense of peace this engenders. We can spend our lives chasing castles in the sky, when that which we seek has been with us all along. As Peace Pilgrim said, “You cannot give me anything I don’t need.”

All desire comes from a sense of lack. If there is one message I would like to make, it is that we already have enough stuff. Let’s put our focus on the real stuff of life. As Thoreau said, “Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.” I might add, “Give me friendship.” For me, this goes further than traditionally understood. Whenever I rest in the stillness, I feel immersed in a warm womb of love. I feel forgiven for all of my errors of judgement, for all of my frailties. I am loved and I Am Love. I know that we are surrounded by unseen, loving friends. They guide us and urge us to aim always for the highest.

Last night I joined our teenage daughters, Amira and Asha, and Amira’s boyfriend, Toby, on the beach for a campfire. The wind was roaring from the west. From time to time, it brought a driving rain. We huddled against a cliff somewhat protected from the elements. The night came on and the stars jousted with the clouds. We watched the fire, enchanted by the constantly changing colours of the flames. The salt in some of the driftwood burned an eerie yellow. Ultraviolet, royal blue, green and an occasional flash of turquoise created a rainbow of fire.

Potatoes, broccoli and carrots were placed in a bed of coals. The tide came in. I felt a deep sense of gratitude. I reflected on what I already had in my life and knew, in that moment, that I was fulfilled.

We dragged the aluminium-wrapped vegetables form the fire with sticks. The aluminium tore and some of the contents spilled on the sand. We laughed. As I ate my salad, the three teenagers munched on charred, sometimes crunchy vegetables. As always happens by the beach, a little sand found its way into the food. We laughed some more. Desert, prepared by Asha, was bananas with chocolate and marshmallow, also wrapped in aluminium. When removed from the fire they were a sticky, delicious mess.

The tide came in further and threatened to smother the fire. Asha, the active one, perched in the swaying branches of a nearby Pohutukawa tree, cackling with glee as successive waves flowed under her.

I relished the exquisite ecstasy of the moment. Immersed in darkness, flames dancing, wind crying, occasional drops of rain finding our sheltered alcove; an unknown bird calling from the water. Times like this remind one of our connectedness with everything. Are not the stars our sisters, the sun an elder brother, the moon a maiden meant for love? The sand crushed beneath us, yet supported our steps. The salty water of the sea and the sweet water falling from the sky cleansed and purified our thoughts. The entire orchestra of nature kept us fully present.

Cultivate a relationship with everything. One cannot feel alone with such a sense of connectedness. This is what I call extending friendship.

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grapes for Personal Alcohol Blog 240509My journey with alcohol was short but tumultuous. My parents drank socially but not to excess. It was their daily ritual to enjoy a drink together when my father returned home from work. It was their way of quietly sharing the trials and tribulations of their respective days, each lubricated by a single drink of rye and water, on the rocks. I vaguely recall my father drinking beer previously but that had to stop after having surgery twice (in his late 30s and early 40s) to ease his hiatus hernia. From that time on he was unable to properly digest steak, most fruit and beer. These items tended to return forcefully to their point of entry.

I began drinking at sixteen or seventeen. My parents were aware of my explorations with alcohol and openly condoned them. They never instituted a list of dos and don’ts. I suppose they adhered to the parenting adage that counts on the behavior of adolescents being established in early childhood through the examples of the parents. Now that I was a young adult they allowed me to explore the world in ways of my choosing, not theirs. I respected this approach of my parents greatly, and still do. It must have taken a dollop of faith and a bucketful of patience for my father and mother to sit back and silently observe my faltering steps into adulthood.

If a drink served as a relaxing balm for my parents, several drinks served as a courage booster for my early forays into the world of dancing with girls. Until I took my first drink I was far too shy to attend a school dance, as much as part of me wanted to. But now I would join a few friends nestled behind a remote hummock of our local airport to sample from a range of alcoholic beverages before walking as a group to a school dance. Pleasantly fortified with the drink of choice and breath disguised with cough drops (I’m not convinced now that the teachers at the entrance were totally naïve as to what we were up to) we would descend en masse into the darkened school gymnasium for a night of dancing. Magically, I had the confidence to ask girls to dance, and they usually accepted. Unfortunately the beer or wine or liquor did little for my coordination or dancing skills.

Within two years I found that I not only had the confidence to attend a dance without the aid of alcohol, but enjoyed the dancing much more when I was sober and in complete control of my dancing appendages. Drinking had served as a crutch to bolster my broken confidence; once that confidence was restored I was ready to throw away the crutch.

At one high school party I blacked out after consuming what must have been an excessive quantity of alcohol. It was embarrassing to have friends describe my adventures of that night to me the following day, adventures that I had absolutely no memory of.

This experience of blacking out was to be twice repeated. In the winter break of my first year at university I was one of four young men and four young women who, under the auspices of the university ‘Explorer Club’, rented a van and drove virtually non-stop for forty hours to New Mexico and Arizona. In Albuquerque, three of us purchased a bottle of tequila, a powerful liquor that had originated in the desert country. That night we set up tents in a roadside high desert area. After dinner, while the others slept, the three of us passed around the tequila bottle, customarily preceding each drink with a lick of salt and following up with a squeeze of lemon. I remember drinking twice from that bottle. That is all I recall until being vigorously woken by my friend Duncan early the next morning. On the way back to his tent after a pee he decided to look in on the three drinkers that shared a tent near his. He found me dead-to-the-world on top of my sleeping bag while my tent mates slumbered cozily inside their bags. I was lying in my underwear with frost coating my bare legs. The outside temperature was 13 degrees Fahrenheit (-8 degrees Celsius). I thought I was going to become a human popsicle.

That morning we walked around the Painted Desert, a stunning crimson landscape sprinkled with an icing of snow. We then drove to our ultimate destination, the Grand Canyon. The others exclaimed in ever more glowing terms over the awesome landscape, while I lay in agony with a horrendous hangover on the floor of the van.

Back at the university in Ontario I saw photos of an actively engaged and drinking John taken on that less than memorable excursion into tequila heaven. There must be something terribly wrong when one continues to function and converse but has no later recollection of the events transpiring.

My third time unlucky occurred in Spain, during a bus camping trip around Europe I was taking with my friend Chris and thirty‑three other young people from New Zealand, Australia, Canada, and South Africa. In addition to being a cultural eye opener this trip proved to be an almost non-stop five week party. One night in Barcelona, I recall sharing a bottle of Sangria with Chris and some other friends. That is all that I remember until waking the next morning sharing a single sleeping bag with a girl from my tour group, a girl I considered to be like a sister to me. I was profoundly embarrassed. This instance proved to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

When I returned to Canada I began working for the telephone company. I would occasionally enjoy a meal after work with colleagues. On one such occasion, a few months after my return from Europe, I enjoyed a single beer with my meal. The next morning I woke with a whopping hangover. I quit drinking immediately. I was twenty two years of age.

People sometimes ask me why I don’t drink alcohol.

I have no regrets that I did drink for a few years. I enjoyed that time and, as I explained, the alcohol temporarily helped me to overcome shyness. But I have so much fun now, and feel uninhibited without so much as a sniff of alcohol. And I never have a hangover. People speak of using a substance such as alcohol in moderation. This may be fine for some, but I proved through direct experience that alcohol was a poison in my body. A little bit of a poison is still a poison. So why have it?

Have you ever seen a young child reach for a drink in order to relax or to be happy and playful? What unseen boundary do we pass when we begin to justify the use of toxic substances?

It was a great pleasure growing up in Niagara Falls, Ontario and stopping at roadside stalls in the country to purchase delicious local fruits such as cherries, plums and peaches in season. In the last couple of decades much of the highly fertile land of the Niagara Peninsula has been converted to the growing of grapes for wine production. A way of life I remember so fondly is in danger of disappearing. Canada’s other great fruit growing locale, the picturesque Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, has undergone a similar transformation. Many of its productive orchards have been converted to wine or expensive residential development, a playground for the nouveau riche of the west.

Here is New Zealand there has been a huge conversion of productive orchard land to wine grapes. In Marlborough, at the top of the South Island, there is evidence that this recent change to huge plantings of grapes is causing the water table to drop, putting pressure on stretched water resources.

Once again our consumption habits impact the world in which we live. The lowly grape. Is it the elixir of the gods or an environmental nemesis?

Radio host, inspirational speaker and health educator John Haines is the author of In Search of Simplicity: A True Story that Changes Lives and the recently released Beyond the Search, books to lift the spirit and touch the heart. See

In Search of Simplicity is a unique and awe-inspiring way to re-visit and even answer some of the gnawing questions we all intrinsically have about the meaning of life and our true, individual purpose on the planet. I love this book.”

Barbara Cronin, Circles of Light. For the complete review visit:

In Search of Simplicity is one of those rare literary jewels with the ability to completely and simultaneously ingratiate itself into the mind, heart and soul of the reader.”

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I’ve come to realise that any action without love is meaningless, empty and ultimately unfulfilling.


Love greases the wheels. It’s the lubricant that makes our actions flow. Ultimately we come to realise that it’s the power and presence behind (or within) what we call reality, but which isn’t real. Only love, and I’m not talking about romantic love here, is real.


Only love is real.


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I am currently engaged daily with writing and editing the sequel to In Search of Simplicity. I present below a little piece about the birth of our first child, Amira in September, 1990:

The pregnancy progressed smoothly. Roughly five weeks before the expected due date, Lucia and I joined several other couples for our first of five weekly birthing classes at Ginny’s house. We had the earliest expectancy date of any of the couples so Lenya and Ginny had delayed the classes a little so as to best suit the majority of the couples.

“You should be able to attend most, if not all of the classes, prior to delivery,” said Lenya at the clinic not long before the first class.

We enjoyed that class, as much for the camaraderie of the other young couples as for the value of the information imparted. Half way through the class we took a break and Lucia hustled, to the extent that her condition allowed, to the toilet. If I recall correctly, the break lasted just long enough for each of the pregnant ladies to relieve their pressured bladders.

Lucia sat in front of me on the floor as Ginny resumed her talk. She was talking about some of the signs that indicate when a birth is imminent. “Not long before the birth, the mucous plug is released.”

Lucia turned to look at me and whispered, “I just passed a plug of mucous in the toilet.”

I thought, Here we go.

After the class, as the couples were making their way out we stopped to talk with Ginny.

“I just passed some mucous, Ginny,” said Lucia, “How long would it be until the birth?”

“That’s hard to say,” replied Ginny, looking a little concerned. “You had better come in for an appointment tomorrow.”


At the clinic in Santa Fe the next day Lenya checked Lucia.

“The baby has dropped,” she said, “You’ll have to get off your feet for the next week. This is too early for us to help with a home birth. By law, if the baby is born outside the window that extends from three weeks before the due date to two weeks after, the delivery has to take place in a hospital. There is a greater chance of complications if the baby is born too early or too late. We will be in attendance even if the baby is born in hospital, but then we would have to work with a doctor.”

The following week Lucia followed instructions and stayed off her feet as much as possible. There was no more garden work for her now. There was much discussion and deliberation between us that week. We were in complete agreement about the idea of a hospital birth. We didn’t want one. We had embarked on this journey in order to give our expectant child the most natural start possible. In our eyes that didn’t include the antiseptic atmosphere of a hospital, where statistics showed that something like one third of all births employed caesareans and even more births used drugs of some kind. Billions of pregnancies had come to successful, natural completion in the millennia of human existence. It was only over a few decades that doctors had insisted on hospital deliveries.

Lenya and Ginny were part of a growing group of excellently trained midwives who were returning to the time-honoured methods of the past, infused with the skills and technology of the present. Between them these ladies had delivered over five hundred babies. They had never lost a baby or a mother. We wanted them on our side.

Lucia and I felt a growing sense that this baby was coming soon. I called up the midwives.

“We are really clear that we don’t want this birth to occur in a hospital. We experienced the water birth of friends of ours a few weeks back. I feel confident that we can do this on our own if need be,” I said with what must have sounded like false bravado.

“Birthing is an entirely natural process,” said Ginny. “But complications can arise, and that’s why there are trained professionals.”

“I understand that, but we just don’t want to have a hospital birth,” I continued. “At the birth we attended recently I watched the midwife pin off the cord, and later cut it. Can you tell me at what distance from the baby’s belly would I have to pinch the umbilicus and could I use a clothes pin? And how do I know when it is safe and timely to cut the chord?”

Ginny reluctantly answered my questions and made an appointment for another check-up the following week.

We drove into Santa Fe for our appointment and we were met by Lenya. She gave Lucia a comprehensive check-up in her usual gentle manner.

“Do you mind if I have a word with Ginny for a moment?” she asked.

“No. Go ahead.”

Lenya left to locate Ginny who was engaged in another examination elsewhere in the building. They returned together a few minutes later.

Ginny spoke, “Lenya outlined for me how your examination went. You are healthy and strong, Lucia. So is the baby. It is still three and a half weeks until the due date. We have agreed that we are here to assist with a home birth from now on. We know we are slightly outside the prescribed window, but due dates are almost always difficult to pin down perfectly accurately.” She winked, “This one may have to be adjusted to a few days earlier.”

Lucia and I each gave the ladies big hugs of gratitude and relief. Deep down I don’t think either one of us relished the prospect of delivering a baby without any help. Amira must have been listening. She was born the next day.


If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then many that I see have the curtains drawn. In a few sad cases the windows are boarded up.

The soul’s innate joy shines through the eyes of every child. Often, a newborn’s eyes are closed. Not so with Amira. The instant she was born she spoke volumes with her eyes. I was totally unprepared for the magnificence, for the depth of Being radiating out from those eyes. I felt as if I was staring into the soul of God.

That baby’s eyes communicated with each of us in the room, individually. To me those heavenly beacons said, “I KNOW YOU. I AM YOUR TEACHER. LOOK AFTER ME.”

I was thrilled. I was devastated. I felt as though I was the recipient of an immense gift and a daunting responsibility. In that briefest of instants my life was turned upside down. No longer was I able to remain a self-centred young man. I was a father now, and I suddenly needed to contend with the needs and wishes of another. And that Other had spoken with immense power and with the eloquence of silence. Never, before or since, have I looked into eyes like that.

I was shattered for weeks.


John Haines is the author of In Search of Simplicity: A True Story that Changes Lives, a startlingly poignant and inspiring real-life endorsement of the power of thought, belief and synchronicity in one’s life.



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