About Christopher Foster
I’ve been looking for wisdom and freedom all my life, certainly since the time I got in a fierce argument about such things at lunch one day with my Dad. “I want to find the truth of life,” I declared in ringing tones, my little heart filled with passion (I was 14 or 15). “I believe anyone can find the truth if they want to.”
Unfortunately, the more we talked, and the more I tried to share my passion, the angrier Dad got. He was a man of great integrity, but subject to sudden rages. He got so angry in the end he reached across the table and slapped me on the head. It ended the conversation, but didn’t extinguish the strange yearning burning within me.
I longed to find the meaning of life
Perhaps the German bombs that rained on London when I was 7 years old — nearly obliterating the apartment complex where my Mum and I lived one night — had something to do with my longing to find a deeper meaning and purpose in life. In any event, I left school at age 16 to follow in my Dad’s footsteps. He was a veteran Fleet St. reporter known as Fireman Foster because of the many major London fires he covered when he was young.
After working as a junior reporter on a suburban newspaper called the South London Press, I got an opportunity to expand my horizons. A cousin was editing a trade magazine in Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, as it was then called, and he wrote to my parents to suggest I come out and join him as an editorial assistant. My parents said it would be okay and that was what I did.
After two years, however, I got restless. I lived as a hobo and construction worker in Australia and New Zealand, and then, at age 21, got homesick, and returned home to London.
Lost in an alien world
I did my best to settle down as a junior reporter on the London Daily Express, but it was not to be. I felt lost in an alien world that seemed to me cold and meaningless. At the age of 23, a strange urge arose in my heart. “Go to British Columbia and you will find the freedom and truth you seek,” it said.
The voice was all-powerful. I was an only child, and it was an agonising decision. But I said goodbye to my Mum and Dad and family and went to Canada, where I did not know a soul.
I got a job as a reporter on the Victoria Daily Colonist. After a year or two, while I was wondering what on earth my next step in life should be, synchronicity stepped in.
I met a British lord named Martin Cecil
My landlady had arranged for a talk to be given in her living room and as I had nothing better to do, and it was a talk about learning how to live, I thought I’d go along. Richard, an old guy from Vancouver, impressed me even though I didn’t understand what he was saying too well.
One thing led to another, and after a 3-month cruise in my small sailboat Richard introduced me to a British lord named Martin Cecil, a descendent of Lord Burghley, chief advisor to Queen Elizabeth 1. Martin had a ranch in the interior of BC, and was the founder of a spiritual community.
I felt I would know in my heart when I met Martin whether I could trust him or not. And that’s how it worked out. I knew I could trust him the moment he got up from his chair to greet me at a charming old house overlooking the harbor in Vancouver.
I thought the community would be my home forever
I lived for 35 years in the spiritual community Martin founded on his cattle ranch. I thought it would be my home forever. Then the unthinkable happened. At 78, Martin died. A year or two later, my wife suffered a fatal stroke on the plane as we were returning from a holiday in the Caribbean to celebrate our 25th anniversary.
I discovered, very painfully, that freedom is not in any external circumstance, no matter how secure or wonderful it may seem to be. Nor is it in the truth revealed by another. The community fell apart a few years after Martin’s death, and at age 63, with virtually no material resources, I had no choice but to return to the world I had abandoned in the idealism of youth.
A new life in the US
Talk about despair. Talk about feeling lost and alone. I sometimes wondered if I would survive. But I did survive, and I learned that while our lives may fall apart quite suddenly without warning, there is a hand of grace on us all.
The mist of despair cleared one day as I sensed the presence of what is unchanged by any adversity. My own true nature. The love at the core of my being and your being that is with us every moment, untouched by any of the drama and excitement of our lives.
I’m passionate about sharing the wisdom I have learned and playing my part in the re-shaping of this world. Above all I want to help you realize your unique potential and give the gift you came into this world to give.
I live in Denver, Colorado now with my wife, JoAnn. I have one son, Durwin, who lives with his wife and family in Vancouver BC. Three gorgeous grandchildren. Thank you for reading and peace be with you.