Letter to Peter HaleThe UWP crew lived in Denver, Colorado, for a year in the early 1990's. The freezing winter was quite a shock after our time in Palm Springs. We also missed Peter Hale who with another friend would come down from the High Desert and visit us at weekends. Peter Hale was a clever, cultured and wide traveled man, who once told us that his ancestors came over to America from England on the Mayflower. The following letter to Peter Hale captures the spirit of our early days in Denver.
27th June 1991
"Greetings from the "Mile High City" to our brother in the desert." We were thinking about you and missing our meetings in Palm Springs, so we are writing with all our latest news.
A few months ago "something" or "somebody" dropped into our little house by the university. This friendly "spiritual" presence stayed for several days–all three of us felt it. It was as if we were on holiday from the normal pressures of life–the house literally "glowed." After this experience we felt compelled to do up the house, repairing, painting the rooms and hunting for furnishings in Denver's abundant Thrift stores. Incredibly, it was as if furniture was just waiting for us. The house is really beginning to look good. What a blessing after camping out in Palm Springs!
Although the house is a "rustic cottage" it does have a peaceful charm. Oddly enough, Stephanie spotted some foundation stones in the garden, so at one time it looks as if a larger mansion or estate was on the site of the present house. Apparently, Denver rests on the edge of something very older or ancient–very difficult to put this into words. Interestingly, excavations for the new runways at Stapleton Airport contained fossil imprints of ferns no longer found on earth. Archeologists working on the site now tell us that Denver was at one time a vast sultry rain forest.
Even after we had finished furnishing the house, we felt compelled to search Denver's antique and thrift shops. Even when we found it quite exhausting, we just could not stop. It was as if we were looking for something. But what? Well, of course, we are an imaginative lot here, if anything turns up in our endless searching, we'll let you know.
Recently I have begun to wonder–is it possible that
there are areas in the world which are "sacred" or are
open to influences from a higher level? In Spain,
(can't remember the name now, but James Michener
mentions it in his book Iberia) a farmer working in
his field dug up a stone object which turned out to be
a sculpture of the Virgin Mary. He took the small
figure home only to find that it had disappeared in
the morning. Puzzled, he went back to the spot where
he had originally found it and discovered the small
figure there in the earth. To cut a long story short,
the farmer eventually realized that the figure wanted
to be in a particular "place." In time, the farmer
built a chapel on this spot, which was later on to
become a place of pilgrimage. If I remember correctly,
many people witnessed a light shining over this
My only experience of something like this was at
Bucelas in Portugal. The entire area of the little
Subud community was permeated by a very strong healing
vibration. Many people remarked on this "quality" so
maybe this was a kind of "proof" of its reality. I
hope, anyway, that such places exist. This theme has
kind of haunted us here. Our dream is to find such a
place with a "sacred vibration." For us, Denver is a
"way station" and we sense our true destination is
further down the road. As I sit writing to you now, I
am convinced that such places exist in the U.S. And
that when they are opened up or "revealed," it will be
of use to many people in the days ahead.
Another element for our centre, apart from the
publishing work, we see it as a place where we could
produce at least some of our own food. I can see that
such a centre could provide the elements for a very
fulfilling and creative life. We are not, of course,
talking about reverting to a "primitive" return to the
simple life. This is not possible for us today nor
really desirable. We are working on a new newsletter.
As you can see we are still trying to articulate our
vision of a centre. If we can articulate the vision of
a centre that genuinely relates to peoples needs, I am
sure in time we will get support. We hope that we will
find "our" place where the true brotherhood can
I am indebted to the Denver Museum of Nature & Science for use of the following–I used only small portions, see the originals, they are enchanting and breathtaking–in the order of appearance in this letter.
1. Mammoths and camels wander among pine trees and prairie grass on a warm summer day during the Ice Age. Mastodon, horses, bison, lions, cheetahs, and giant ground sloths share this Front Range habitat. Painting by Jan Vriesen
2. Leaf Fossil, Kirk Johnson
3. Warm air and plentiful rainfall promote a bounty of plant life. Huge plant-eaters such as Triceratops browse in a forest of palm tree thickets and patches of paddle-leaved plants. Climbing ferns, herbaceous plants, and a variety of broad-leaved trees also grew here. Home to hundreds of turtles, birds, lizards, tiny mammals, frogs, and snakes, this landscape is also the turf of Tyrannosaurus rex...Painting by Gary Staab
4...Along the shoreline is a dank coastal forest containing herbaceous ferns (Astralopteris and Matonidium), broad-leaved trees (Sapindopsis, Liriophyllym, and Protophyllum) and strange conifers. A few Iguanodon dinosaurs wander down the beach, leaving their footprints on the rippled surface. Painting by Jan Vriesen
5. Large leaves and leaves with drip tips are indicative of high rainfall and warm temperatures. In the foreground, an obscure animal known only as stylinodontine taeniodont makes its way through the undergrowth composed of round-leaved herbs and cycad seedlings. Painting by Jan Vriesen
Stories concerning Denver, Colorado
The Undiscovered Worlds crew catch the eternal questing spirit while living in Denver, Colorado, in the early 1990's.
While the three partners of the Undiscovered Worlds Press were living in Denver, a day trip to Kansas took us unexpectedly into the path of a tornado.