Almost every evening I pray as I watch the sun go down into the ocean.



The ocean, just 30 feet from our house, is often so calm one can identify the distant star constellations at night from their reflections in the ocean.

When I am in the United States, many people ask me what my life is like on a small tropical island where there are no stores, roads or automobiles. When I bought the land in 1971, there were only six people living on the island full time. We built our home there, and spend from three to six months on the island each year. We have no radio, no TV, and no phone. We are the third island out from the main island.

Almost every morning, just at dawn, Betty and I swim out into the ocean for an hour on the east side of the island. Then, we walk home through the jungle and pick fresh papaya, banana, mango and citrus. There are no snakes or dangerous animals on the island.

There must be thousands of coconut trees, so each day we drink the clear juice, eat the coconut "meat" and use the coconut milk as a cooking oil. All types of fish and sea life are plentiful. For drinking water, we collect the rainwater off our roof into a 400-gallon tank. We also have a well to supply our washing water. Laundry is done in a bucket with a 100-year-old scrub board. By being conservative about our water, we are able to always have some, even though there may be no rain for 3 or 4 months at a time.

Each day, at 10 AM, we swim for another hour in the ocean on the south side of the island, and at 3 PM we swim for half an hour on the west side of the island. This is the island where the National Geographic did a TV documentary about the tame giant cod fish of Nananu-I-Ra Island.

Twice a month, on Saturday morning, at 7AM, we travel by a small open outboard motor boat to the main island where there is an open-air market. There, the ladies bring fruit and vegetables from their villages, and sit on the ground with their produce neatly stacked in small heaps. There we purchase the food we need for the next two weeks. We are back home in time for lunch.

Over the years, a few more people have moved to the island. Now there must be 50 or 60 people living there full time. However, it is not unusual for Betty and me to go several days without seeing anyone but each other. We have hundreds of books, and we exchange books with others on the island. Betty reads every day, but I enjoy meditating under a gigantic Banyan tree, or while standing on an unusual monolith of black rock near the tip of our peninsula, which is called "Sunset Point." That rock formation seems to emit a force similar to that found in Stonehenge, England or in a vortex in Sedona, Arizona. I don't think the Garden of Eden was more peaceful. It is on this island, so close to nature and to God that I am inspired to write my books about spiritual matters.

We built our house here in 1972. On this tiny tropical island, with its stress free life, is where I feel so close to God, and write about those feelings.



I am often asked to describe the setting in which I am able to "access the ancient messages of the Divine Creator." Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I submit four photos to show how close I am to the Pacific Ocean. The above photo, taken at dawn, shows the calm ocean at about medium tide.
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