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There are so many memorable times, held dear to my heart, in our journey with Syd. I remember one time in particular; Syd had come on his own to visit Ken and me. We lived on a half-acre lot, situated across the road from the picturesque Nanaimo River, in a cozy A-frame home surrounded by giant cedar trees.

Nestled on big, comfy cushions, we sat before our aged cast-iron wood stove, gazing into the glowing flames. Syd began to speak about the wonders of the spiritual world hidden inside each living soul, and of the power and majesty this realm offered to humanity, once it was found.

He spoke with a soft Scottish burr, so sometimes you had to listen carefully to hear him. But this particular evening, it seemed as if his words were coming from inside me, and I was mesmerized by the picture he painted, and the feeling I was experiencing. It seemed like my soul was blossoming, expanding to fill my whole being, and beyond. I knew this feeling must be coming from that spiritual essence that lies within us all; but wondered, “How to keep it?” I had never felt like this before and I cherished it, wanting to preserve it in my heart and soul forever.

Later, as I tried to describe what I was feeling to Syd, and how I wanted to “save” that feeling, he chuckled and shook his head. I don’t recall his exact words, but he said something like this: “Dearie, you don’t have to save that feeling. It’s your True Self coming to life. Just enjoy it and you’ll find even deeper feelings. If you try and hang on to it, you’ll lose it. Just know that you are that feeling, and trust that it’s there for you, always.”

As Syd saw that Ken and I were both changing, living in more harmony with each other and with our children, he continued to encourage us to offer what we had learned, with respect, to those who were genuinely interested. He told us how important it is; that when you do this, you learn more yourself, as well as giving hope and inspiration to others.

We were invited to come and stay with Syd and Barb at their home on Salt Spring Island, to meet some of the people who had sought him out, wanting to learn about the mystical gift he had uncovered. We were honored to receive this invitation and very curious to see what Syd would talk about, and how he would present himself.

When we arrived at the Banks’ home in the evening, I didn’t know what to expect. Barb embraced us as we came through the door, welcoming us with such warmth that I immediately felt at ease. We were pointed to the front room, and as I paused in the doorway, I felt my breath taken away. It was a modest room, but it appeared to glow with a special light; I knew this was the room where Syd had had his profound experience. I sensed a quiet, mystical resonance, even though the room was filled with people surrounding Syd, listening attentively as he talked with them.

He looked up and beckoned us over, introducing us to the group. Shortly, I found myself ensconced on the sofa, drinking in the beauty of the room. Honey colored panelling covered the walls, adding a warm, rich tone to the ambiance; the large front room window overlooking the ocean was enhanced with velvet drapes of a deep russet color. On the opposite wall, facing the window, was a rustic old stone fireplace that Syd had built himself. The fragrance of the fire added to the atmosphere.

The floor was covered with gorgeous, timeworn Oriental carpets. Comfortable, chintz covered sofas faced each other across the room, and two handsome wingback chairs, one in each corner, completed the furniture arrangement. There were exquisite lamps, with old fashioned shades, that cast a soft light. Here and there, fresh flowers were displayed on various small coffee tables. It was a beautiful room, warm and inviting.

Soon, a hush descended upon the group as Syd took his place, sitting on a cushion on the fireplace hearth, his back resting lightly against the stone. His face looked utterly at peace. The stillness prevailed; then, softly, he began to speak.

Syd’s talk carried us all to inner heights and transformed people’s faces as if by magic. Gone from their features was any hint of stress that had been visible when we first arrived. Instead, as I looked around the room, I saw people with sparkling eyes, alive with vitality, looking relaxed, healthy and happy. It mirrored what we were feeling, and the way our own earlier anxiety had vanished without a trace.

Syd’s sharing illustrated the power and depth of his understanding; an understanding that was not of this world, but of an inner dimension. You could feel the presence of pure Consciousness, of pure Mind and pure Thought, being expressed through the form of the man known as Sydney Banks. It was an incredibly inspiring evening, never to be forgotten. Clearly, the spiritual energy manifested in the room that night had the power to change people. It was the beginning of seeing countless individuals, over the years, come alive when introduced to their true nature.

After the evening ended, Ken and I were shown to the tiny cottage located on the same property, next door to their home. It was a comfortable room, finished with cedar panelling, with windows overlooking the ocean so you could hear the sound of the waves. The bed had a lovely down comforter so we snuggled in, cozy as two peas in a pod.

As we lay in bed, chatting about the people we’d met and Syd’s talk, Ken commented on how powerful the gathering had been for him. “The feeling was palpable tonight. No wonder Syd talks about how important it is for people to share what they’ve learned. I could see that as Syd talked, he was moved to greater heights himself. And that feeling, as he went deeper, permeated the room and lifted people’s spirits. It certainly lifted mine.”

The last thought that came to me, as I felt my eyes begin to close, was how grateful I was to have such a partner as Ken. Travelling this journey with Syd was somewhat of a roller coaster ride, and I was not fond of roller coasters. Yet the ride got gentler as I learned more about my inner resources. To share the learning with Ken, and to see how he was growing, filled my heart. I snuggled closer to him and we drifted off to sleep, content in our cocoon, hearing the ocean in the background, gently lapping at the shore.

The next morning, over a hearty breakfast of sausage and eggs, Ken related to Syd how he had felt about the previous evening. “You know it’s been difficult for me to hear you, Syd. All the years we worked together before your experience has been a barrier to my hearing you now. But last night, something happened to me, and I heard you differently than I ever have before.”

Syd’s faced creased into a huge smile. “I could see something was happening to you, Ken. It seems to me that you’ve stopped the search. You are seeing there is something inside yourself that can help you. I’m glad. You’re my long-time buddy and it’s nice to see you happy.”

Throughout the years of Syd’s teaching, he often spoke about the natural elimination of the need to continue searching for answers outside oneself. “Once you realize, even a little, who and what you truly are, you have no need to search for answers,” he said. “The knowledge you seek lies deep within your soul.”

As the years passed, I observed many searchers who came to meet with Syd. Some gained insight that transformed their lives, and the change continues to manifest to this day; others came and left without hearing a word. Then there were those who heard something, yet when their insight seemed to fade they embarked upon another journey, pursuing the latest approach or theory that they thought would help. They continued to look for something outside of themselves.

Everyone has a choice to seek inside or outside oneself. In the present time, I find myself moved by the capacity humans have to know. I see that when we get a glimmer of our True Identity, even when we get lost from time to time, we know the answer lies inside. It’s just a matter of patience and trust that our level of consciousness will shift to a deeper level of insight once again. This is an amazingly profound and helpful gift.

This gift frees the mind to live in more peace and harmony, not worrying about “getting it.” It, true knowledge, is already ours; just waiting to be released and lived in more of the time. Enjoy the inner journey!

February 29, 2012
Elsie Spittle
© 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc.

For those of you who know me, or who have read my previous articles or books, you know that I experienced a great deal of resistance to Sydney Banks’ message of hope and transformation. When I heard Syd say, “People create experience via Thought,” that idea evoked fear in me. I backed away from taking responsibility for my unhappiness, truly believing that my misery was caused by external circumstances; we had very little money, my family relationships were poor, and there seemed to be no opportunity for change to occur in my life.

My resistance increased as time went on. I saw Syd blossom, and this disturbed me. His relationship with his wife, Barb (who passed away in 1986), flourished after he had his profound experience. Although she too had some initial resistance, within a short period of time she had an insight that allowed her own wisdom to unfold. From then on, she steadfastly helped Syd on his path of sharing his discovery with the world.

As Syd’s relationship with his wife thrived, I watched with jealousy and longing; a dichotomy to be sure. On one hand, I longed for the same deep feeling of love and joy I saw expressed in their relationship; on the other hand, I resented that they were experiencing such beautiful feelings, and I wasn’t.

Yet the feeling of compassion and understanding emanating from Syd filled my heart and offered me comfort. The feeling moved me into peace of mind, a mental space I seldom visited. I wanted more of that deep feeling, but how to get there was a puzzle to me.

Syd always talked about the power of deep feelings. He would say things like, “Just listen; if you get a beautiful feeling, that’s it. That’s what you’re looking for. That beautiful feeling is where all the answers lie.”

I wanted to believe him, but found it very, very difficult. Nonetheless, in spite of myself and my resistance, I sought out Syd’s company so I could feel happy by osmosis. Little did I know that the deep feeling I was experiencing was my True Self being woken up, little by little.

At one point, while I was at my lowest ebb, Syd and Barb arrived at our home for a spontaneous visit and knocked on the door. I dreaded their company, yet it was after that brief but significant visit that I had my own watershed moment.

I realized it was my thinking that was creating my resistance. My inner struggle had nothing to do with my circumstances, or with Syd’s sharing true knowledge with me. It was me, using the power of Thought against myself, in innocence. With that realization, my world opened up in a way I had never imagined possible; leading to a life far beyond any of my early dreams of being a contented wife and mother, with an exciting career, and a chance to travel and experience the world beyond my narrow confines.

It wasn’t too long after that turning point in my life, when Syd suggested Ken and I share what we had learned in our hometown of Nanaimo, with people interested in the Three Principles. We had many amusing experiences and, frankly, some not as entertaining, as we offered what little we knew to those who came to the meetings we hosted. At first, we invited friends and colleagues to our home; as the groups got larger, we found small community centers to hold the meetings.

Sometimes Syd would come and talk to the group and of course, those sessions were outstanding. We would see people melt with the warmth and humor he brought to his talks; people we had found difficult to reach, when we were conducting the groups, were having insights in the moment while Syd talked. How he did this was unfathomable to me; I just watched with respect, and in total admiration.

Other times, we did the best we could on our own; sharing our insights and more importantly, sharing the feeling of gratitude for discovering something so essential in the human psyche.

With the Principles being so new to me, there were times when my old ego took hold if I was challenged during a meeting. I would hold firm to make a point, without really listening to the other person.

I remember one fellow saying to me, “You’re just into your ego, Elsie.”

I responded indignantly and emphatically, “No, I’m not!”

We went back and forth for a few minutes until I realized how silly this was, and that of course I was gripped by my ego when a situation like this occurred, and the feeling became negative. Funny thing; once I stopped persisting in my personal opinion, so did he. . .

We learned a great deal about the importance of keeping the feeling positive during our meetings, and how to listen with respect; especially when someone got stuck in their own thinking and couldn’t feel their inner spirit. Those times were the most critical in our early learning, because we saw the power of the deep feeling that is released from within, and how that feeling settles people down so they can hear their own wisdom, and gain insight.

During the time we were learning to share with people in Nanaimo, Syd, Barb and their family had already moved to Salt Spring Island, where he began in earnest to offer his service to humanity. People were drawn to him as if by a spiritual magnet. Individuals struggling with mental health issues came down his driveway and knocked at his door, saying, “I hear you can help people.” Syd was always so kind, and would tell the person that he was not a doctor or psychologist, but they were welcome to come in for a cup of tea. So many incredible transformations took place over a cup of tea.

Countless people came from all over the world; gurus from India, self-awareness leaders from Europe and North America, CEO’s of major companies, ordinary people looking for help, for a better way to live life. If you asked them how they had heard of Syd, they often told a mystical story of how they arrived on the island.

I remember when a group of human development specialists from Europe arrived on Salt Spring. Syd invited us over to meet with them. During a moment of casual conversation, I asked how they had heard of Syd. One fellow responded that he had spoken with a colleague in the States, who told him of a rumor about an unusual occurrence that had taken place on an island; an account about an ordinary man who had had a transcendent experience, and now knew something beyond the realm of the physical. Their organization wanted to learn more about this. He said it was a “feeling” that prompted them to investigate this extraordinary story.

Another man who came to the island told me he had seen a photo of Syd on a poster at an awareness center in Vancouver, and was struck by the look of serenity on Syd’s face. When he asked the staff about it, no one really knew how the poster had gotten there, or who Syd was, but they encouraged the man to go to Salt Spring to meet him. They said Syd looked like a very wise man who could help people.

There are thousands of stories like this. The one thing they all have in common is that the individuals were drawn to Syd by the “feeling;” a feeling that Syd knew something that offered hope and solace to humanity.

I’m often asked by people who are new to the Three Principles understanding how to share this gift with others. They’ve had an insight that has changed their lives, and now feel compelled to share what they’ve found.

When we share the gift of the Principles, it is the powerful force of love from within that acts as a catalyst to awaken the dormant self in others. Love promotes the feeling of safety and openness which leads to insight—each person’s own insight, which is pertinent to that person’s individual, unique life.

The Three Principles Syd uncovered reveal the knowledge that people have the power and the right to touch the living essence within their own soul; that essence is our birthright, our natural spiritual home. Here is where insights are born; insights that correct our lives, alleviate our suffering, and restore the harmony with our spiritual Self.

January 20, 2012
Elsie Spittle
© 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc.

One of the most beautiful places on Salt Spring is the Tsawout First Nations Reserve Land, down the road across from Beaver Point Hall. While this land is still used by the Tsawout people on various occasions, they generously grant the gift of public access to its trails and beaches most of the time.

The property overlooks the ocean passageway that gradually turns into Fulford Harbour, where the ferry to and from Victoria docks. Ken and I often hike the trails in the reserve because the scenery is so spectacular and the ambience of the place evokes peace and tranquility.

One place of particular interest, midway along the trail, is a small clearing surrounded by towering firs, cedars and the occasional rare Garry oak tree. As you enter the area, you’re compelled to stop, not knowing why. A sense of stillness pervades. As you slowly move forward, you see in the center of the clearing a short tree stump, its base circled by old fallen branches, overlapping one other. The top of the stump is covered with natural treasures: tiny seashells, unusual colored stones, fragments of driftwood, and shredded tobacco left as gifts, simply in honor of the privilege of walking through the land. It feels like a sacred place.

Further along the trail you come to a cove with a pebble beach, protected by a rocky point immersed in the ocean. If the tide is out, you may see huge starfish there, clinging to the rock outcropping; purple, red, orange, brilliant colors displayed against the granite colored stone.

This Native Land Reserve is a place I’ve taken clients when they’ve come to the island to learn more about the Principles. I know that people absorb more when they are relaxed and their minds are quiet. Such an occasion occurred for two women, business executives who had come to meet with me for personal and professional development. We had spent some productive time together on the first day, and on the second day, rather than meeting once again in the conference room I’d arranged for our sessions, I suggested we explore a bit of the island. They enthusiastically agreed, and after changing into casual clothes, off we went.

Following a twenty minute drive, we arrived and started our walk to the pebble beach. The women loved the natural setting. As we came to the small clearing with the remnant of the tree, they too were halted at the entrance, as if by an invisible band of energy, before they slowly stepped in. It was like a door opening into this mystical silence. We stood motionless for a time, absorbing this special place; not a word was spoken. Finally, with a glance at each other in acknowledgment of the quietude, we carried on down the trail toward the beach.

The women, Lucy and Fran, were absolutely delighted to see the tide out and the starfish exhibiting their beauty on the rock promontory. After numerous photos were taken, we sat on the beach, backs resting against an old log.

“This is paradise,” Lucy stated. “I’m so glad that our company was agreeable to us coming here to work with you. I feel I learned a good deal yesterday, but today I seem to be absorbing more and we’ve not even talked about anything to do with work. I just feel great.”

Fran was nodding her head in agreement, her face beaming with good humor and health. “In the past, I felt I had to practice techniques in order to change, to develop myself, personally and professionally. I found that if I did not continue to engage in the use of techniques, I would quickly revert to my old patterns of life and forget the ideas I had learned.

“For example, I used to love the affirmation technique, where you tell yourself over and over again, ‘I am a great leader;’ or ‘I can do this difficult task;’ or ‘I will be successful in my career.’

“But frankly, I began to be bored by the routine of talking to myself,” Fran chuckled. “And after a while I didn’t believe it, because nothing was really changing, at least not permanently. If I forgot to affirm how great I was, I would feel depressed. Something inside told me this process wasn’t helpful.

“Then I learned about the Three Principles. I discovered that the Principles are a natural part of who we are. I realized that I honestly didn't need to 'condition' myself to be happy or successful. Those attributes are already within me.”

Lucy had been listening quietly to her friend. I could see she was very moved by her friend’s words. We sat quietly for a few minutes watching as the ferry approached Fulford Harbour; then Lucy spoke.

“It seems to me that we ARE the Principles in action. If we trust that, relax, and just live, it appears to me that our lives will unfold as they are meant to. I know, since I’ve been learning about the Principles, my life and work has improved in ways I could never have imagined. I’m so grateful to have just a glimmer of our true nature. Somehow that glimmer has transformed my life.

“I used to think I needed to intellectually understand how one changes one’s habits of thought and belief systems. Now I am seeing that relaxing into your True Self is how the Principles become more visible. Then the understanding comes from an insight, from inner wisdom. This mystical process is so much gentler and easier than studying techniques, trying so hard to improve yourself. Frankly, I found trying to better myself hard work and exhausting. I was always judging myself and others. When you’re always trying, there’s no room for ‘being,’” Lucy declared emphatically.

Rising suddenly, Lucy reached out a hand to her friend, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s walk back and go for lunch now. I’m starving!”

My heart was full as I watched these two women walk ahead of me, up the pathway to the top of the hill where our car was parked. They were so spirited in their love of learning and, clearly, they had learned a lot that would continue to guide them on their journey in life. My job had been to point them to their true nature which they had joyfully embraced. Now they were well equipped to handle whatever came their way.

September 26th, 2011
Elsie Spittle
© 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc.

One of the first things Syd shared with Ken and me, after he told us of his experience uncovering the Principles of Mind, Consciousness and Thought, was about going “inside.” The phrase baffled us. What could going “inside” possibly mean? I, personally, had enough trouble trying to live in the world around me, and I know Ken felt the same. How could one go “inside”? What was the benefit? Was it even possible? Ken wondered, “Where’s the door?”

Of course we peppered Syd with these questions. To our chagrin, he would respond with a twinkle in his eye, saying, “Just listen; listen for a feeling; quieten your mind, and you will See.”

His response was rather disappointing to us. We wanted concrete answers, but we felt he refused to give them to us. In hindsight, months later, I Saw that he had given us the answer. We just hadn’t Heard him. It is only when you slip into the experience of “inside” that you know the benefits, and realize that it is, indeed, reality. Furthermore, it is our birthright, our heritage, to live there as much as possible.

Part of our journey is learning about the naturalness of going inside, finding solace in the essence of True Self; then re-joining the outer world, filled with more True Knowledge. This True Knowledge is our guide, always by our side, through stormy weather or blue skies.

Of course, there are countless times we lose sight of this spiritual fact. Over time, as we miss the feeling and the comfort that wisdom offers, we realize that going “inside” is what prompts more learning and continued inner evolution.

An experience I’ll never forget regarding going “inside” is the time Syd was invited to talk at a retreat, already in progress, hosted by a group of psychologists who were just beginning to show an interest in the Three Principles. Evidently, the event was not going as well as they had hoped, and they felt this might be an opportune time to solicit Syd’s help. They showed great courage in having Syd come to this mountain retreat to introduce the new paradigm, as they had many other professionals and colleagues in attendance, as well as clients. Syd invited me along, to further my training, and I was humbled as well as excited at the opportunity to learn.

After leaving Salt Spring on a tiny four-seater plane that felt like a Volkswagen with wings, we transferred, in a nearby city, to a larger plane that delivered us closer to our destination. Then we rented a car to travel another couple of hours further into the mountains, where the retreat was held.

Syd was eager to get there and see what awaited us, so we didn’t linger on the road but drove straight through. Nonetheless, it felt like an adventure, travelling with Syd, through a rather desolate, uninhabited region until we arrived at our journey's end.

The scene that greeted us impressed itself upon my memory forever more. It was early spring, a cold and cloudy day, with a light mist in the air. In the center of a clearing, surrounded by pine, cedar and other evergreen trees, a few people were gathered around a smoking bonfire, barely burning because of the dampness. Benches made of old logs were scattered here and there, with folks resting upon them. Small cabins were nestled in amongst the forest with a larger community room and kitchen off to the side.

The leader of the group, who had invited Syd to join the retreat, welcomed us both and began to make introductions. Soon we branched off on our own, Syd talking with a few, and I finding others to chat with. There was a rustle to the side of the clearing and about a dozen more people emerged from the bush. They were shivering with cold, wet to the bone, and looking quite miserable.

They told us they had been white water rafting. None looked like they had enjoyed themselves and when we asked them, they indicated that the weather had not been particularly helpful to their water escapade. Some had fallen into the rapids, been pulled out with great difficulty, and all in all, their adventure had been rather disastrous. For some of the group, their goal had been trying to prove to themselves that they could face their fear of the rapids. Now they were berating themselves for failing to conquer their fear.

Syd took one look at their bedraggled faces, heard their comments about conquering fear and didn’t respond. Instead, he busied himself perking up the bonfire. With a few pieces of dry wood and a magic touch, the fire was soon blazing. People gathered around, warming hands and feet; wet clothes were steaming from the heat, and shortly, mugs of hot chocolate and other drinks were making the rounds.

A peace descended upon the group as we sat quietly, entranced by the flames and sparks shooting from the fire. Syd spoke a few words about the upcoming gathering that evening. He mentioned how pleased he was to be there and how much he respected the strength of character of the psychologists who had invited him to attend and to share the Principles he had uncovered. Then he suggested everyone retire to their cabins to get into warm clothes and rest after all their hard work on the river.

“I’ll see you later this evening,” he said, “and we’ll see how to go ‘inside’ to where your wisdom resides and where fear is recognized for what it really is -- thought. There’s no need to prove yourself; all you require is some understanding of the true nature of the Principles.”

The head psychologist asked if he could meet with both of us for a few minutes before we headed for our respective cabins. Syd acquiesced and we found a quiet spot in the corner of the community center, where the psychologist let us know there were more professionals due to arrive late that afternoon; Gestalt leaders from Europe, we were told.

Syd said, “That’s very interesting.”

The psychologist went on to say, “Some of these Gestalt leaders can be confrontational and very analytical. I just want you to know this before you start your talk, Syd.”

Syd looked absolutely calm and unruffled at this news. I could see that our host appeared rather nervous and uneasy. I, myself, was definitely feeling insecure, but I thought, “Syd can handle anything.”

Syd looked at me, then at our host, and said, “I think it would be good if you two started off the talk, share what you’ve learned, and then you can introduce me.”

The psychologist and I both looked at each other as we agreed, and then quickly looked away. I was there to learn, but I hadn’t anticipated speaking before possibly hostile Gestalt trainers. I hurriedly made my excuses and left to find respite in my cabin. My mind was filled with anxiety. Would the trainers attack me verbally? Would they confront my limited knowledge of the Principles? At that moment, I felt I knew nothing of value to offer the group. I was going through my own mental white rapids.

Once in my cabin, my mind calmed down somewhat, and I fell into a restless sleep. Too soon, it was time to head for the community center to have a bite to eat before the talk; but when I got there I couldn’t eat a thing.

I saw Syd was surrounded by people, listening attentively to every word. He motioned me over and asked how I was doing. I told him I was terribly nervous about talking. He gazed at me with compassion. “You’re thinking too much. Go ‘inside’, share your story, and you’ll be fine.”

The moment came when my co-presenter and I took the stage. I’d like to say that all at once, I felt calm. Unfortunately, I didn’t. Still mired in my little mind, caught up in my fear of the Gestalt people and trying to think of what to say, I could barely talk. My partner clearly felt the same; we quickly introduced Syd and sat down with the rest of the audience.

I waited with bated breath for Syd to begin his talk. I was filled with anxiety for him that he might be confronted by these trainers. Certainly, I had witnessed Syd being attacked verbally before, particularly during the early talks he gave, when what he was talking about was so beyond the understanding of humanity that some would lash out in confusion and fear.

Still, this occasion presented something totally beyond my experience, and I had no idea what would happen. To this day, when I think about that evening, I get chills up my spine and my heart fills to bursting. The moment Syd began to speak, a stillness swept over the room; a presence of such spiritual power was felt that it defies description. In that peace, I found my way inside; I found my way home, and I wept.

A timeless time passed and then Syd was finished. Not a peep was heard. There was a hush as the silence continued. Then people gradually started to leave the hall without a word; couples holding hands, faces utterly at peace, some in tears, as I was.

My co-presenter and I went to Syd as he came down from the stage. His face was glowing with an unutterable light. “I think everyone seemed to enjoy the talk, didn’t they?” he said. “What a nice group they were. I loved seeing the couples leave the hall holding hands. Well, see you tomorrow for breakfast.” And off he went to his cottage.

My friend and I were rendered speechless with that deep mystical feeling and left for our rooms, to cherish the peace within. All the anxiety I had filled my mind with was vanquished by going “inside.”

The next morning, the breakfast room was buzzing with energy; cheerful faces greeted one another. I couldn’t distinguish the dreaded Gestalt people from any other friendly face. Many whom I spoke with before we left later that day, told me how deeply Syd’s talk had touched them. I honestly don’t remember what Syd spoke about. I only know he spoke about the spiritual realm right from the moment he started.

One Gestalt trainer said, “Syd’s given me something I’ve spent my whole life looking for - Peace. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way. I was trained to confront and examine every aspect of one’s thinking. I would probe into my clients’ psyches until they were in pain. I thought this was the way to release their pain. I didn’t know that I was innocently creating more suffering. Now I see the answer is right inside us, just waiting to be released, and that people can be healed from the inside-out. There is a simplicity and power to these Principles that I’ve never experienced before.”

I could See that Syd had taken us all to a new world; a world within that is filled with peace, True Knowledge, and joy.

Some of my fondest memories of the early years with Sydney Banks occurred at Vesuvius Beach. In the warm days of summer, my family and I would head to the beach to enjoy the simple pleasures of a swim and picnic. Located in the picturesque seaside village of Vesuvius, about ten or fifteen minutes to the northwest of Ganges, there is beach access with stairs leading down from the street above.

The beach is a beautiful cove, with gentle waves lapping at the shore, and a gradual incline to the ocean. We spent many happy hours there, watching our children play in the sea. Our son loved to skim flat stones across the water and often his Dad would join him, seeing who could get the most skips. Our daughter, three years younger, would try her hand at this event, flinging handfuls of pebbles as far as she could, content to be included in the play.

The ferry from Vesuvius to Crofton offered additional entertainment, as we observed vehicles and passengers land and depart. As bigger waves rolled in with the ferry, the children would sit atop large pieces of driftwood that floated close to shore, picturing them to be surf boards. They would leap up, arms waving wildly, as they precariously balanced on their logs, hoping for a ride. The wood was so water logged it barely floated, but in the children’s vivid imaginings, you never knew. You might catch a wave.

Our friends would arrive with their families. All of us had brought picnic baskets, laden with fried chicken, ham, potato salad, and cole slaw, with tasty desserts to finish the meal. Pot luck style was typical, and relished, as everyone got to taste someone else’s speciality.

Sometimes, Syd and Barb, and now and again, their children, would join us on the beach. This was always a special occasion – although it was an ordinary beach outing, Syd had a way of making the ordinary, extraordinary.

Toward sunset, as the children nestled close to their parents, replete with food and sun, they would sleepily drift off, or quietly listen to their parents conversations. There were memorable moments when Syd might say a few words about how lucky we all were, to have found this happiness within; a few words that meant the world to all of us, attentive to every nuance of his presence.

I remember him telling us all that time spent with family was one of the most important things you could do in nourishing the innate health of our children. He spoke about the world’s children as our future leaders and that if we lived in Truth, our children would pick it up by osmosis. Syd told us that in this way, loving our families and putting them before anything else, including work or career, we were offering hope and sanity to society.

“Don’t try and teach your children about the Principles;” he said, “Just live them yourselves and they will grow into the most beautiful, mentally healthy people you could hope to find, safe for the rest of their lives.” He went on to say how that would break the cycle of family dysfunction many of us had experienced in our backgrounds, prior to learning about the Principles.

Syd told Ken and me in the very beginning, shortly after he had his epiphany, that psychologists, psychiatrists, and therapists would seek him out, to find out about the secret to life he had uncovered. How he knew this, I don’t know. I just know he was certain it would occur.

Somehow, word began to spread in the psychological community about Syd and the remarkable results he, a non-professional, with grade nine education, was having with troubled souls. Professionals in the field heard that he was successfully helping people who had been struggling with depression and a host of other mental health issues. I imagine that stimulated a lot of conversation. How could an ordinary person, with limited education and knowing nothing about psychology, help persons who had been suffering for years from various traumas?

Soon, a multitude of people began to arrive on the island. Gurus of self-awareness groups, mental health professionals, business people, ordinary people who were troubled, all came to Salt Spring Island, eager to find Syd.

Amongst the first to arrive were two psychologists who came to investigate this phenomenon. Syd felt they heard something that stirred them deeply, although they didn’t have a clue what it was. They began to visit him more often. They were very intrigued, but mystified, by the discussions they had with him. At times, they became frustrated trying to understand the new paradigm Syd was describing to them. They couldn’t pin him down with their traditional logic of looking to change clients’ behavior, rather than seeing the source of behavior as being created via the Principles.

The other point the professionals found hard to understand was that people are innately mentally healthy. Their training was focused on dysfunction--what was wrong with people-- not what was healthy and whole.

During Syd’s profound experience that uncovered the Three Principles, he realized, in that timeless moment, that there is no insecurity; insecurity is just a thought. He knew in that instant that people are born with inner wisdom, which, when tapped into, will provide all the answers to life’s dilemmas. Furthermore, the inner wisdom continues to guide throughout one’s life. This new way of seeing humanity was totally opposite to the beliefs traditional psychology held then and, for the most part, continues to hold to this day.

The proof started with the fact that Syd himself underwent a radical behavior change after his spiritual enlightment. His behavior, his whole being, was transformed through the insight he’d had into the Three Principles. From that moment on, he knew he was taken care of for the rest of his life. He didn’t know how, but he knew he would be okay, no matter what.

He also knew his work was cut out for him, that it wouldn’t be easy, but that he really had no choice. Given an extraordinary gift of such historic significance, he willingly devoted his life to sharing the gift of True Knowledge with others.

Drawing upon the innate wisdom of people, which resulted in positive change, proved it was not only unnecessary to go back to the past to explore the “why’s” and “how’s” of problems; it was essentially dangerous to do so. Raking up past problems merely reinforced the problems.

Adding to the body of proof were the people learning from Syd, who had begun to uncover their own wisdom and experienced amazing life changes, without going into the past. This was, without a doubt, a new paradigm in the mental health field.

I remember Syd, with tongue in cheek, solemnly asking one psychologist why he took his clients back into their past problems to find happiness. As best as I can remember, Syd said, with a twinkle in his eye, “Isn’t that like asking them to get in a leaky boat in order to get to shore?” The man was rather nonplused by this statement, but to his credit, he continued to listen to Syd, albeit with a little more attention.

Syd had such a genius for helping people relax and experience the joy of ordinary, day to day life. The two psychologists mentioned earlier, who were most impressed by the new paradigm Syd had discovered, brought their families to Salt Spring for the summer. They were touched by the relaxed, convivial atmosphere they observed amongst the families and friends close to Syd. They, too, longed for a better quality family life, and wanted to be part of the island community surrounding Syd.

The newcomers, with their children, were invited by Syd to join us all at the beach. Coming down the stairs toward the seaside, I could see by their faces they were a little nervous at meeting us all in such a casual setting. Most of us had met them before at various talks Syd had given on the island, but this was the first informal gathering with all our families together.

Before long, the psychologists started to ask us some questions about how our lives had changed since we’d been learning about the Principles. When we shared our “before” and “after” stories, describing the stress in our family lives before we discovered how our thoughts created our stress, they found it difficult to believe. The “after” picture they saw was considerably different from the “before” picture we had painted. They told us they saw calm, confident, mentally healthy people; happy people. That happiness is what they wanted to investigate, not only for their clients, but for themselves and their families.

Recalling some of the early stories of how serious we had been in the past, diligently trying to find happiness, brought great hilarity to the group. We all had a wonderful time, full of warmth and camaraderie, and the enjoyment of getting to know one another; seeing beyond the image of who we each thought the other was, just seeing each other as people, parents and families.

I think it was an eye-opening event for all of us. I know it certainly was for me, as I’d always had some insecurity about being a non-professional meeting a professional. In my mind, that day at the beach brought the understanding that underneath our various disguises, we are all the same spiritual energy; it levelled the playing field from that time forward.

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	Ending the Search The Connection between Deep Feelings and Insight Beyond Techniques Living “Inside” Memories of Vesuvius Beach There are so many memorable times, held dear to my heart, in our journey with Syd. I remember one time in particular; Syd had come on his own to visit Ken and me. We lived on a half-acre lot, situated across the road from the picturesque Nanaimo River, in a cozy A-frame home surrounded by giant cedar trees. Nestled on big, comfy cushions, we sat before our aged cast-iron wood stove, gazing into the glowing flames. Syd began to speak about the wonders of the spiritual world hidden inside each living soul, and of the power and majesty this realm offered to humanity, once it was found. He spoke with a soft Scottish burr, so sometimes you had to listen carefully to hear him. But this particular evening, it seemed as if his words were coming from inside me, and I was mesmerized by the picture he painted, and the feeling I was experiencing. It seemed like my soul was blossoming, expanding to fill my whole being, and beyond. I knew this feeling must be coming from that spiritual essence that lies within us all; but wondered, “How to keep it?” I had never felt like this before and I cherished it, wanting to preserve it in my heart and soul forever. Later, as I tried to describe what I was feeling to Syd, and how I wanted to “save” that feeling, he chuckled and shook his head. I don’t recall his exact words, but he said something like this: “Dearie, you don’t have to save that feeling. It’s your True Self coming to life. Just enjoy it and you’ll find even deeper feelings. If you try and hang on to it, you’ll lose it. Just know that you are that feeling, and trust that it’s there for you, always.” As Syd saw that Ken and I were both changing, living in more harmony with each other and with our children, he continued to encourage us to offer what we had learned, with respect, to those who were genuinely interested. He told us how important it is; that when you do this, you learn more yourself, as well as giving hope and inspiration to others. We were invited to come and stay with Syd and Barb at their home on Salt Spring Island, to meet some of the people who had sought him out, wanting to learn about the mystical gift he had uncovered. We were honored to receive this invitation and very curious to see what Syd would talk about, and how he would present himself. When we arrived at the Banks’ home in the evening, I didn’t know what to expect. Barb embraced us as we came through the door, welcoming us with such warmth that I immediately felt at ease. We were pointed to the front room, and as I paused in the doorway, I felt my breath taken away. It was a modest room, but it appeared to glow with a special light; I knew this was the room where Syd had had his profound experience. I sensed a quiet, mystical resonance, even though the room was filled with people surrounding Syd, listening attentively as he talked with them. He looked up and beckoned us over, introducing us to the group. Shortly, I found myself ensconced on the sofa, drinking in the beauty of the room. Honey colored panelling covered the walls, adding a warm, rich tone to the ambiance; the large front room window overlooking the ocean was enhanced with velvet drapes of a deep russet color. On the opposite wall, facing the window, was a rustic old stone fireplace that Syd had built himself. The fragrance of the fire added to the atmosphere. The floor was covered with gorgeous, timeworn Oriental carpets. Comfortable, chintz covered sofas faced each other across the room, and two handsome wingback chairs, one in each corner, completed the furniture arrangement. There were exquisite lamps, with old fashioned shades, that cast a soft light. Here and there, fresh flowers were displayed on various small coffee tables. It was a beautiful room, warm and inviting. Soon, a hush descended upon the group as Syd took his place, sitting on a cushion on the fireplace hearth, his back resting lightly against the stone. His face looked utterly at peace. The stillness prevailed; then, softly, he began to speak. Syd’s talk carried us all to inner heights and transformed people’s faces as if by magic. Gone from their features was any hint of stress that had been visible when we first arrived. Instead, as I looked around the room, I saw people with sparkling eyes, alive with vitality, looking relaxed, healthy and happy. It mirrored what we were feeling, and the way our own earlier anxiety had vanished without a trace. Syd’s sharing illustrated the power and depth of his understanding; an understanding that was not of this world, but of an inner dimension. You could feel the presence of pure Consciousness, of pure Mind and pure Thought, being expressed through the form of the man known as Sydney Banks. It was an incredibly inspiring evening, never to be forgotten. Clearly, the spiritual energy manifested in the room that night had the power to change people. It was the beginning of seeing countless individuals, over the years, come alive when introduced to their true nature. After the evening ended, Ken and I were shown to the tiny cottage located on the same property, next door to their home. It was a comfortable room, finished with cedar panelling, with windows overlooking the ocean so you could hear the sound of the waves. The bed had a lovely down comforter so we snuggled in, cozy as two peas in a pod. As we lay in bed, chatting about the people we’d met and Syd’s talk, Ken commented on how powerful the gathering had been for him. “The feeling was palpable tonight. No wonder Syd talks about how important it is for people to share what they’ve learned. I could see that as Syd talked, he was moved to greater heights himself. And that feeling, as he went deeper, permeated the room and lifted people’s spirits. It certainly lifted mine.” The last thought that came to me, as I felt my eyes begin to close, was how grateful I was to have such a partner as Ken. Travelling this journey with Syd was somewhat of a roller coaster ride, and I was not fond of roller coasters. Yet the ride got gentler as I learned more about my inner resources. To share the learning with Ken, and to see how he was growing, filled my heart. I snuggled closer to him and we drifted off to sleep, content in our cocoon, hearing the ocean in the background, gently lapping at the shore. The next morning, over a hearty breakfast of sausage and eggs, Ken related to Syd how he had felt about the previous evening. “You know it’s been difficult for me to hear you, Syd. All the years we worked together before your experience has been a barrier to my hearing you now. But last night, something happened to me, and I heard you differently than I ever have before.” Syd’s faced creased into a huge smile. “I could see something was happening to you, Ken. It seems to me that you’ve stopped the search. You are seeing there is something inside yourself that can help you. I’m glad. You’re my long-time buddy and it’s nice to see you happy.” Throughout the years of Syd’s teaching, he often spoke about the natural elimination of the need to continue searching for answers outside oneself. “Once you realize, even a little, who and what you truly are, you have no need to search for answers,” he said. “The knowledge you seek lies deep within your soul.” As the years passed, I observed many searchers who came to meet with Syd. Some gained insight that transformed their lives, and the change continues to manifest to this day; others came and left without hearing a word. Then there were those who heard something, yet when their insight seemed to fade they embarked upon another journey, pursuing the latest approach or theory that they thought would help. They continued to look for something outside of themselves. Everyone has a choice to seek inside or outside oneself. In the present time, I find myself moved by the capacity humans have to know. I see that when we get a glimmer of our True Identity, even when we get lost from time to time, we know the answer lies inside. It’s just a matter of patience and trust that our level of consciousness will shift to a deeper level of insight once again. This is an amazingly profound and helpful gift. This gift frees the mind to live in more peace and harmony, not worrying about “getting it.” It, true knowledge, is already ours; just waiting to be released and lived in more of the time. Enjoy the inner journey! February 29, 2012 Elsie Spittle © 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc. For those of you who know me, or who have read my previous articles or books, you know that I experienced a great deal of resistance to Sydney Banks’ message of hope and transformation. When I heard Syd say, “People create experience via Thought,” that idea evoked fear in me. I backed away from taking responsibility for my unhappiness, truly believing that my misery was caused by external circumstances; we had very little money, my family relationships were poor, and there seemed to be no opportunity for change to occur in my life. My resistance increased as time went on. I saw Syd blossom, and this disturbed me. His relationship with his wife, Barb (who passed away in 1986), flourished after he had his profound experience. Although she too had some initial resistance, within a short period of time she had an insight that allowed her own wisdom to unfold. From then on, she steadfastly helped Syd on his path of sharing his discovery with the world. As Syd’s relationship with his wife thrived, I watched with jealousy and longing; a dichotomy to be sure. On one hand, I longed for the same deep feeling of love and joy I saw expressed in their relationship; on the other hand, I resented that they were experiencing such beautiful feelings, and I wasn’t. Yet the feeling of compassion and understanding emanating from Syd filled my heart and offered me comfort. The feeling moved me into peace of mind, a mental space I seldom visited. I wanted more of that deep feeling, but how to get there was a puzzle to me. Syd always talked about the power of deep feelings. He would say things like, “Just listen; if you get a beautiful feeling, that’s it. That’s what you’re looking for. That beautiful feeling is where all the answers lie.” I wanted to believe him, but found it very, very difficult. Nonetheless, in spite of myself and my resistance, I sought out Syd’s company so I could feel happy by osmosis. Little did I know that the deep feeling I was experiencing was my True Self being woken up, little by little. At one point, while I was at my lowest ebb, Syd and Barb arrived at our home for a spontaneous visit and knocked on the door. I dreaded their company, yet it was after that brief but significant visit that I had my own watershed moment. I realized it was my thinking that was creating my resistance. My inner struggle had nothing to do with my circumstances, or with Syd’s sharing true knowledge with me. It was me, using the power of Thought against myself, in innocence. With that realization, my world opened up in a way I had never imagined possible; leading to a life far beyond any of my early dreams of being a contented wife and mother, with an exciting career, and a chance to travel and experience the world beyond my narrow confines. It wasn’t too long after that turning point in my life, when Syd suggested Ken and I share what we had learned in our hometown of Nanaimo, with people interested in the Three Principles. We had many amusing experiences and, frankly, some not as entertaining, as we offered what little we knew to those who came to the meetings we hosted. At first, we invited friends and colleagues to our home; as the groups got larger, we found small community centers to hold the meetings. Sometimes Syd would come and talk to the group and of course, those sessions were outstanding. We would see people melt with the warmth and humor he brought to his talks; people we had found difficult to reach, when we were conducting the groups, were having insights in the moment while Syd talked. How he did this was unfathomable to me; I just watched with respect, and in total admiration. Other times, we did the best we could on our own; sharing our insights and more importantly, sharing the feeling of gratitude for discovering something so essential in the human psyche. With the Principles being so new to me, there were times when my old ego took hold if I was challenged during a meeting. I would hold firm to make a point, without really listening to the other person. I remember one fellow saying to me, “You’re just into your ego, Elsie.” I responded indignantly and emphatically, “No, I’m not!” We went back and forth for a few minutes until I realized how silly this was, and that of course I was gripped by my ego when a situation like this occurred, and the feeling became negative. Funny thing; once I stopped persisting in my personal opinion, so did he. . . We learned a great deal about the importance of keeping the feeling positive during our meetings, and how to listen with respect; especially when someone got stuck in their own thinking and couldn’t feel their inner spirit. Those times were the most critical in our early learning, because we saw the power of the deep feeling that is released from within, and how that feeling settles people down so they can hear their own wisdom, and gain insight. During the time we were learning to share with people in Nanaimo, Syd, Barb and their family had already moved to Salt Spring Island, where he began in earnest to offer his service to humanity. People were drawn to him as if by a spiritual magnet. Individuals struggling with mental health issues came down his driveway and knocked at his door, saying, “I hear you can help people.” Syd was always so kind, and would tell the person that he was not a doctor or psychologist, but they were welcome to come in for a cup of tea. So many incredible transformations took place over a cup of tea. Countless people came from all over the world; gurus from India, self-awareness leaders from Europe and North America, CEO’s of major companies, ordinary people looking for help, for a better way to live life. If you asked them how they had heard of Syd, they often told a mystical story of how they arrived on the island. I remember when a group of human development specialists from Europe arrived on Salt Spring. Syd invited us over to meet with them. During a moment of casual conversation, I asked how they had heard of Syd. One fellow responded that he had spoken with a colleague in the States, who told him of a rumor about an unusual occurrence that had taken place on an island; an account about an ordinary man who had had a transcendent experience, and now knew something beyond the realm of the physical. Their organization wanted to learn more about this. He said it was a “feeling” that prompted them to investigate this extraordinary story. Another man who came to the island told me he had seen a photo of Syd on a poster at an awareness center in Vancouver, and was struck by the look of serenity on Syd’s face. When he asked the staff about it, no one really knew how the poster had gotten there, or who Syd was, but they encouraged the man to go to Salt Spring to meet him. They said Syd looked like a very wise man who could help people. There are thousands of stories like this. The one thing they all have in common is that the individuals were drawn to Syd by the “feeling;” a feeling that Syd knew something that offered hope and solace to humanity. I’m often asked by people who are new to the Three Principles understanding how to share this gift with others. They’ve had an insight that has changed their lives, and now feel compelled to share what they’ve found. When we share the gift of the Principles, it is the powerful force of love from within that acts as a catalyst to awaken the dormant self in others. Love promotes the feeling of safety and openness which leads to insight—each person’s own insight, which is pertinent to that person’s individual, unique life. The Three Principles Syd uncovered reveal the knowledge that people have the power and the right to touch the living essence within their own soul; that essence is our birthright, our natural spiritual home. Here is where insights are born; insights that correct our lives, alleviate our suffering, and restore the harmony with our spiritual Self. January 20, 2012 Elsie Spittle © 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc. One of the most beautiful places on Salt Spring is the Tsawout First Nations Reserve Land, down the road across from Beaver Point Hall. While this land is still used by the Tsawout people on various occasions, they generously grant the gift of public access to its trails and beaches most of the time. The property overlooks the ocean passageway that gradually turns into Fulford Harbour, where the ferry to and from Victoria docks. Ken and I often hike the trails in the reserve because the scenery is so spectacular and the ambience of the place evokes peace and tranquility. One place of particular interest, midway along the trail, is a small clearing surrounded by towering firs, cedars and the occasional rare Garry oak tree. As you enter the area, you’re compelled to stop, not knowing why. A sense of stillness pervades. As you slowly move forward, you see in the center of the clearing a short tree stump, its base circled by old fallen branches, overlapping one other. The top of the stump is covered with natural treasures: tiny seashells, unusual colored stones, fragments of driftwood, and shredded tobacco left as gifts, simply in honor of the privilege of walking through the land. It feels like a sacred place. Further along the trail you come to a cove with a pebble beach, protected by a rocky point immersed in the ocean. If the tide is out, you may see huge starfish there, clinging to the rock outcropping; purple, red, orange, brilliant colors displayed against the granite colored stone. This Native Land Reserve is a place I’ve taken clients when they’ve come to the island to learn more about the Principles. I know that people absorb more when they are relaxed and their minds are quiet. Such an occasion occurred for two women, business executives who had come to meet with me for personal and professional development. We had spent some productive time together on the first day, and on the second day, rather than meeting once again in the conference room I’d arranged for our sessions, I suggested we explore a bit of the island. They enthusiastically agreed, and after changing into casual clothes, off we went. Following a twenty minute drive, we arrived and started our walk to the pebble beach. The women loved the natural setting. As we came to the small clearing with the remnant of the tree, they too were halted at the entrance, as if by an invisible band of energy, before they slowly stepped in. It was like a door opening into this mystical silence. We stood motionless for a time, absorbing this special place; not a word was spoken. Finally, with a glance at each other in acknowledgment of the quietude, we carried on down the trail toward the beach. The women, Lucy and Fran, were absolutely delighted to see the tide out and the starfish exhibiting their beauty on the rock promontory. After numerous photos were taken, we sat on the beach, backs resting against an old log. “This is paradise,” Lucy stated. “I’m so glad that our company was agreeable to us coming here to work with you. I feel I learned a good deal yesterday, but today I seem to be absorbing more and we’ve not even talked about anything to do with work. I just feel great.” Fran was nodding her head in agreement, her face beaming with good humor and health. “In the past, I felt I had to practice techniques in order to change, to develop myself, personally and professionally. I found that if I did not continue to engage in the use of techniques, I would quickly revert to my old patterns of life and forget the ideas I had learned. “For example, I used to love the affirmation technique, where you tell yourself over and over again, ‘I am a great leader;’ or ‘I can do this difficult task;’ or ‘I will be successful in my career.’ “But frankly, I began to be bored by the routine of talking to myself,” Fran chuckled. “And after a while I didn’t believe it, because nothing was really changing, at least not permanently. If I forgot to affirm how great I was, I would feel depressed. Something inside told me this process wasn’t helpful. “Then I learned about the Three Principles. I discovered that the Principles are a natural part of who we are. I realized that I honestly didn't need to 'condition' myself to be happy or successful. Those attributes are already within me.” Lucy had been listening quietly to her friend. I could see she was very moved by her friend’s words. We sat quietly for a few minutes watching as the ferry approached Fulford Harbour; then Lucy spoke. “It seems to me that we ARE the Principles in action. If we trust that, relax, and just live, it appears to me that our lives will unfold as they are meant to. I know, since I’ve been learning about the Principles, my life and work has improved in ways I could never have imagined. I’m so grateful to have just a glimmer of our true nature. Somehow that glimmer has transformed my life. “I used to think I needed to intellectually understand how one changes one’s habits of thought and belief systems. Now I am seeing that relaxing into your True Self is how the Principles become more visible. Then the understanding comes from an insight, from inner wisdom. This mystical process is so much gentler and easier than studying techniques, trying so hard to improve yourself. Frankly, I found trying to better myself hard work and exhausting. I was always judging myself and others. When you’re always trying, there’s no room for ‘being,’” Lucy declared emphatically. Rising suddenly, Lucy reached out a hand to her friend, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s walk back and go for lunch now. I’m starving!” My heart was full as I watched these two women walk ahead of me, up the pathway to the top of the hill where our car was parked. They were so spirited in their love of learning and, clearly, they had learned a lot that would continue to guide them on their journey in life. My job had been to point them to their true nature which they had joyfully embraced. Now they were well equipped to handle whatever came their way. September 26th, 2011 Elsie Spittle © 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc. One of the first things Syd shared with Ken and me, after he told us of his experience uncovering the Principles of Mind, Consciousness and Thought, was about going “inside.” The phrase baffled us. What could going “inside” possibly mean? I, personally, had enough trouble trying to live in the world around me, and I know Ken felt the same. How could one go “inside”? What was the benefit? Was it even possible? Ken wondered, “Where’s the door?” Of course we peppered Syd with these questions. To our chagrin, he would respond with a twinkle in his eye, saying, “Just listen; listen for a feeling; quieten your mind, and you will See.” His response was rather disappointing to us. We wanted concrete answers, but we felt he refused to give them to us. In hindsight, months later, I Saw that he had given us the answer. We just hadn’t Heard him. It is only when you slip into the experience of “inside” that you know the benefits, and realize that it is, indeed, reality. Furthermore, it is our birthright, our heritage, to live there as much as possible. Part of our journey is learning about the naturalness of going inside, finding solace in the essence of True Self; then re-joining the outer world, filled with more True Knowledge. This True Knowledge is our guide, always by our side, through stormy weather or blue skies. Of course, there are countless times we lose sight of this spiritual fact. Over time, as we miss the feeling and the comfort that wisdom offers, we realize that going “inside” is what prompts more learning and continued inner evolution. An experience I’ll never forget regarding going “inside” is the time Syd was invited to talk at a retreat, already in progress, hosted by a group of psychologists who were just beginning to show an interest in the Three Principles. Evidently, the event was not going as well as they had hoped, and they felt this might be an opportune time to solicit Syd’s help. They showed great courage in having Syd come to this mountain retreat to introduce the new paradigm, as they had many other professionals and colleagues in attendance, as well as clients. Syd invited me along, to further my training, and I was humbled as well as excited at the opportunity to learn. After leaving Salt Spring on a tiny four-seater plane that felt like a Volkswagen with wings, we transferred, in a nearby city, to a larger plane that delivered us closer to our destination. Then we rented a car to travel another couple of hours further into the mountains, where the retreat was held. Syd was eager to get there and see what awaited us, so we didn’t linger on the road but drove straight through. Nonetheless, it felt like an adventure, travelling with Syd, through a rather desolate, uninhabited region until we arrived at our journey's end. The scene that greeted us impressed itself upon my memory forever more. It was early spring, a cold and cloudy day, with a light mist in the air. In the center of a clearing, surrounded by pine, cedar and other evergreen trees, a few people were gathered around a smoking bonfire, barely burning because of the dampness. Benches made of old logs were scattered here and there, with folks resting upon them. Small cabins were nestled in amongst the forest with a larger community room and kitchen off to the side. The leader of the group, who had invited Syd to join the retreat, welcomed us both and began to make introductions. Soon we branched off on our own, Syd talking with a few, and I finding others to chat with. There was a rustle to the side of the clearing and about a dozen more people emerged from the bush. They were shivering with cold, wet to the bone, and looking quite miserable. They told us they had been white water rafting. None looked like they had enjoyed themselves and when we asked them, they indicated that the weather had not been particularly helpful to their water escapade. Some had fallen into the rapids, been pulled out with great difficulty, and all in all, their adventure had been rather disastrous. For some of the group, their goal had been trying to prove to themselves that they could face their fear of the rapids. Now they were berating themselves for failing to conquer their fear. Syd took one look at their bedraggled faces, heard their comments about conquering fear and didn’t respond. Instead, he busied himself perking up the bonfire. With a few pieces of dry wood and a magic touch, the fire was soon blazing. People gathered around, warming hands and feet; wet clothes were steaming from the heat, and shortly, mugs of hot chocolate and other drinks were making the rounds. A peace descended upon the group as we sat quietly, entranced by the flames and sparks shooting from the fire. Syd spoke a few words about the upcoming gathering that evening. He mentioned how pleased he was to be there and how much he respected the strength of character of the psychologists who had invited him to attend and to share the Principles he had uncovered. Then he suggested everyone retire to their cabins to get into warm clothes and rest after all their hard work on the river. “I’ll see you later this evening,” he said, “and we’ll see how to go ‘inside’ to where your wisdom resides and where fear is recognized for what it really is -- thought. There’s no need to prove yourself; all you require is some understanding of the true nature of the Principles.” The head psychologist asked if he could meet with both of us for a few minutes before we headed for our respective cabins. Syd acquiesced and we found a quiet spot in the corner of the community center, where the psychologist let us know there were more professionals due to arrive late that afternoon; Gestalt leaders from Europe, we were told. Syd said, “That’s very interesting.” The psychologist went on to say, “Some of these Gestalt leaders can be confrontational and very analytical. I just want you to know this before you start your talk, Syd.” Syd looked absolutely calm and unruffled at this news. I could see that our host appeared rather nervous and uneasy. I, myself, was definitely feeling insecure, but I thought, “Syd can handle anything.” Syd looked at me, then at our host, and said, “I think it would be good if you two started off the talk, share what you’ve learned, and then you can introduce me.” The psychologist and I both looked at each other as we agreed, and then quickly looked away. I was there to learn, but I hadn’t anticipated speaking before possibly hostile Gestalt trainers. I hurriedly made my excuses and left to find respite in my cabin. My mind was filled with anxiety. Would the trainers attack me verbally? Would they confront my limited knowledge of the Principles? At that moment, I felt I knew nothing of value to offer the group. I was going through my own mental white rapids. Once in my cabin, my mind calmed down somewhat, and I fell into a restless sleep. Too soon, it was time to head for the community center to have a bite to eat before the talk; but when I got there I couldn’t eat a thing. I saw Syd was surrounded by people, listening attentively to every word. He motioned me over and asked how I was doing. I told him I was terribly nervous about talking. He gazed at me with compassion. “You’re thinking too much. Go ‘inside’, share your story, and you’ll be fine.” The moment came when my co-presenter and I took the stage. I’d like to say that all at once, I felt calm. Unfortunately, I didn’t. Still mired in my little mind, caught up in my fear of the Gestalt people and trying to think of what to say, I could barely talk. My partner clearly felt the same; we quickly introduced Syd and sat down with the rest of the audience. I waited with bated breath for Syd to begin his talk. I was filled with anxiety for him that he might be confronted by these trainers. Certainly, I had witnessed Syd being attacked verbally before, particularly during the early talks he gave, when what he was talking about was so beyond the understanding of humanity that some would lash out in confusion and fear. Still, this occasion presented something totally beyond my experience, and I had no idea what would happen. To this day, when I think about that evening, I get chills up my spine and my heart fills to bursting. The moment Syd began to speak, a stillness swept over the room; a presence of such spiritual power was felt that it defies description. In that peace, I found my way inside; I found my way home, and I wept. A timeless time passed and then Syd was finished. Not a peep was heard. There was a hush as the silence continued. Then people gradually started to leave the hall without a word; couples holding hands, faces utterly at peace, some in tears, as I was. My co-presenter and I went to Syd as he came down from the stage. His face was glowing with an unutterable light. “I think everyone seemed to enjoy the talk, didn’t they?” he said. “What a nice group they were. I loved seeing the couples leave the hall holding hands. Well, see you tomorrow for breakfast.” And off he went to his cottage. My friend and I were rendered speechless with that deep mystical feeling and left for our rooms, to cherish the peace within. All the anxiety I had filled my mind with was vanquished by going “inside.” The next morning, the breakfast room was buzzing with energy; cheerful faces greeted one another. I couldn’t distinguish the dreaded Gestalt people from any other friendly face. Many whom I spoke with before we left later that day, told me how deeply Syd’s talk had touched them. I honestly don’t remember what Syd spoke about. I only know he spoke about the spiritual realm right from the moment he started. One Gestalt trainer said, “Syd’s given me something I’ve spent my whole life looking for - Peace. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way. I was trained to confront and examine every aspect of one’s thinking. I would probe into my clients’ psyches until they were in pain. I thought this was the way to release their pain. I didn’t know that I was innocently creating more suffering. Now I see the answer is right inside us, just waiting to be released, and that people can be healed from the inside-out. There is a simplicity and power to these Principles that I’ve never experienced before.” I could See that Syd had taken us all to a new world; a world within that is filled with peace, True Knowledge, and joy. July 26, 2011 Elsie Spittle © 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc. Some of my fondest memories of the early years with Sydney Banks occurred at Vesuvius Beach. In the warm days of summer, my family and I would head to the beach to enjoy the simple pleasures of a swim and picnic. Located in the picturesque seaside village of Vesuvius, about ten or fifteen minutes to the northwest of Ganges, there is beach access with stairs leading down from the street above. The beach is a beautiful cove, with gentle waves lapping at the shore, and a gradual incline to the ocean. We spent many happy hours there, watching our children play in the sea. Our son loved to skim flat stones across the water and often his Dad would join him, seeing who could get the most skips. Our daughter, three years younger, would try her hand at this event, flinging handfuls of pebbles as far as she could, content to be included in the play. The ferry from Vesuvius to Crofton offered additional entertainment, as we observed vehicles and passengers land and depart. As bigger waves rolled in with the ferry, the children would sit atop large pieces of driftwood that floated close to shore, picturing them to be surf boards. They would leap up, arms waving wildly, as they precariously balanced on their logs, hoping for a ride. The wood was so water logged it barely floated, but in the children’s vivid imaginings, you never knew. You might catch a wave. Our friends would arrive with their families. All of us had brought picnic baskets, laden with fried chicken, ham, potato salad, and cole slaw, with tasty desserts to finish the meal. Pot luck style was typical, and relished, as everyone got to taste someone else’s speciality. Sometimes, Syd and Barb, and now and again, their children, would join us on the beach. This was always a special occasion – although it was an ordinary beach outing, Syd had a way of making the ordinary, extraordinary. Toward sunset, as the children nestled close to their parents, replete with food and sun, they would sleepily drift off, or quietly listen to their parents conversations. There were memorable moments when Syd might say a few words about how lucky we all were, to have found this happiness within; a few words that meant the world to all of us, attentive to every nuance of his presence. I remember him telling us all that time spent with family was one of the most important things you could do in nourishing the innate health of our children. He spoke about the world’s children as our future leaders and that if we lived in Truth, our children would pick it up by osmosis. Syd told us that in this way, loving our families and putting them before anything else, including work or career, we were offering hope and sanity to society. “Don’t try and teach your children about the Principles;” he said, “Just live them yourselves and they will grow into the most beautiful, mentally healthy people you could hope to find, safe for the rest of their lives.” He went on to say how that would break the cycle of family dysfunction many of us had experienced in our backgrounds, prior to learning about the Principles. Syd told Ken and me in the very beginning, shortly after he had his epiphany, that psychologists, psychiatrists, and therapists would seek him out, to find out about the secret to life he had uncovered. How he knew this, I don’t know. I just know he was certain it would occur. Somehow, word began to spread in the psychological community about Syd and the remarkable results he, a non-professional, with grade nine education, was having with troubled souls. Professionals in the field heard that he was successfully helping people who had been struggling with depression and a host of other mental health issues. I imagine that stimulated a lot of conversation. How could an ordinary person, with limited education and knowing nothing about psychology, help persons who had been suffering for years from various traumas? Soon, a multitude of people began to arrive on the island. Gurus of self-awareness groups, mental health professionals, business people, ordinary people who were troubled, all came to Salt Spring Island, eager to find Syd. Amongst the first to arrive were two psychologists who came to investigate this phenomenon. Syd felt they heard something that stirred them deeply, although they didn’t have a clue what it was. They began to visit him more often. They were very intrigued, but mystified, by the discussions they had with him. At times, they became frustrated trying to understand the new paradigm Syd was describing to them. They couldn’t pin him down with their traditional logic of looking to change clients’ behavior, rather than *seeing* the source of behavior as being created via the Principles. The other point the professionals found hard to understand was that people are innately mentally healthy. Their training was focused on dysfunction--what was wrong with people-- not what was healthy and whole. During Syd’s profound experience that uncovered the Three Principles, he realized, in that timeless moment, that there is no insecurity; insecurity is just a thought. He knew in that instant that people are born with inner wisdom, which, when tapped into, will provide all the answers to life’s dilemmas. Furthermore, the inner wisdom continues to guide throughout one’s life. This new way of *seeing* humanity was totally opposite to the beliefs traditional psychology held then and, for the most part, continues to hold to this day. The proof started with the fact that Syd himself underwent a radical behavior change after his spiritual enlightment. His behavior, his whole being, was transformed through the insight he’d had into the Three Principles. From that moment on, he *knew* he was taken care of for the rest of his life. He didn’t know how, but he knew he would be okay, no matter what. He also knew his work was cut out for him, that it wouldn’t be easy, but that he really had no choice. Given an extraordinary gift of such historic significance, he willingly devoted his life to sharing the gift of True Knowledge with others. Drawing upon the innate wisdom of people, which resulted in positive change, proved it was not only unnecessary to go back to the past to explore the “why’s” and “how’s” of problems; it was essentially dangerous to do so. Raking up past problems merely reinforced the problems. Adding to the body of proof were the people learning from Syd, who had begun to uncover their own wisdom and experienced amazing life changes, without going into the past. This was, without a doubt, a new paradigm in the mental health field. I remember Syd, with tongue in cheek, solemnly asking one psychologist why he took his clients back into their past problems to find happiness. As best as I can remember, Syd said, with a twinkle in his eye, “Isn’t that like asking them to get in a leaky boat in order to get to shore?” The man was rather nonplused by this statement, but to his credit, he continued to listen to Syd, albeit with a little more attention. Syd had such a genius for helping people relax and experience the joy of ordinary, day to day life. The two psychologists mentioned earlier, who were most impressed by the new paradigm Syd had discovered, brought their families to Salt Spring for the summer. They were touched by the relaxed, convivial atmosphere they observed amongst the families and friends close to Syd. They, too, longed for a better quality family life, and wanted to be part of the island community surrounding Syd. The newcomers, with their children, were invited by Syd to join us all at the beach. Coming down the stairs toward the seaside, I could see by their faces they were a little nervous at meeting us all in such a casual setting. Most of us had met them before at various talks Syd had given on the island, but this was the first informal gathering with all our families together. Before long, the psychologists started to ask us some questions about how our lives had changed since we’d been learning about the Principles. When we shared our “before” and “after” stories, describing the stress in our family lives before we discovered how our thoughts created our stress, they found it difficult to believe. The “after” picture they saw was considerably different from the “before” picture we had painted. They told us they saw calm, confident, mentally healthy people; happy people. That happiness is what they wanted to investigate, not only for their clients, but for themselves and their families. Recalling some of the early stories of how serious we had been in the past, diligently trying to find happiness, brought great hilarity to the group. We all had a wonderful time, full of warmth and camaraderie, and the enjoyment of getting to know one another; seeing beyond the image of who we each thought the other was, just seeing each other as people, parents and families. I think it was an eye-opening event for all of us. I know it certainly was for me, as I’d always had some insecurity about being a non-professional meeting a professional. In my mind, that day at the beach brought the understanding that underneath our various disguises, we are all the same spiritual energy; it levelled the playing field from that time forward. May 23, 2011 Elsie Spittle © 3 Principles for Human Development, Inc.
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