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How Satipanya Buddhist Retreat came about
I have had enough curiosity asking how Satipanya finally came about
that I thought I would write the story.
I returned from an eight year stay as a solitary at Kanduboda Meditation
Centre in ’98. I wasn’t well and felt I needed to get
back home and sort out my body. Exactly what was wrong I’ll
never know.
I arranged to stay at London Buddhist Vihara where I knew the Head
Monk who has sadly passed away. Ven.Dr.Vajiragnana had allowed me
to stay there while I was visiting my mother who was in a nursing
home three years before. The arrangement was that I was to pass
the Rainy Season (the months over summer) at the Viahara and then
decide what to do.
Previously there had been a monk teaching meditation there, but
I found on arrival that he had disrobed. I then found myself being
asked to lead the Wednesday Meditation Class. I had been teaching
groups off and on even as a layman in the early eighties and throughout
my monastic life from time to time. Since I had left the teaching
profession to become a monk I wasn’t really interested in
becoming a teacher. Even so I felt I could not refuse the request
and saw it only as temporary. However, by the end of the Rainy Season,
I knew I did not want to go back to Sri Lanka. It was clear to me
that the inspiration that had driven me into a solitary life was
now fulfilled. So I decided to stay in England and see how I could
continue as a monastic.
It became very clear to me that the only way I could continue to
get the support to live the contemplative life was to teach. It
is difficult to find the sort of financial support one needs to
live without offering a service to those who wish to give. In a
mainly Buddhist country like Sri Lanka, there is a huge infrastructure
that allows men and women to spend their time in meditation and
contemplation. So it was that I began to take the task of teaching
the Dhamma seriously. And with it came a growing enthusiasm which
frankly I never had a teacher.
Two years on with a wonderful response to the idea of a city centre,
we rented a house in North London. I am especially grateful to Seetha
Siriwardene and Ramini Samarasinghe.
The Opening Ceremony that summer of 2000 saw 30 plus people, but
there was an unforeseen flaw. Had I been a Londoner I would not
have made this mistake. Virtually all came from the west of London
and I was way up in the distant north. One or two came, once! That
was it. On the first evening class the first Monday in September,
one person came, the next door neighbour. He didn’t come again.
We had of course advertised locally. ‘So let’s give
it time.’ The following Monday, no-one turned up! Matthijs
van Leeuwen, a Dutch student at Imperial College, had come to lodge
with me and be my ‘kapiya’, attendant. He had set up
the website for us and had supported me in my search for a property.
I told him that if we did not have a group by the end of September,
there wouldn’t be one. And that’s how it was. By Xmas
I had decided the venture was not going to work and I told supporters
that I would see out the rent agreement till next June.
That winter five of us spent in retreat. Perhaps it was the spiritual
energy generated by this that a few people began to come and local
group had established itself by spring. However, the real purpose
of the venture was to set up a city based meditation centre where
people might come to do long retreats, much as you have in the East.
So sadly we brought the centre to a close.
I entered one of those periods in life when the future did not
seem to offer much. I didn’t want to go back to the East and
my city centre no longer existed. What to do? I left it up to the
Dhamma. In a most wonderful way, Peter Mennim who had spent the
winter on retreat with us, got in touch with Stephen Batchelor and
told him about my situation. Stephen is on the Teacher Council of
Gaia House. It seemed that at that time they were in need of a resident
teacher. He and his wife, Martine came to see me and before I knew
it I was meeting Christina Feldman, a founder member, at Gaia House.
Gaia house became my Dhamma Teacher Training College. In helping
the personal students I had to deal with both physical and mental
‘issues’. But most importantly I could run long Mahasi
Courses. It was a strange place for me to get used to since it was
a lay establishment and all my education in Buddhism from the beginning
had been monastic. I learnt so much, but I knew that if I wanted
to carry on as a bhikkhu I would have to set up something of my
own.
So after a year or so, I got in touch Seetha and Ramini and asked
them to help me set up a Trust. I also asked Bryan Lester who had
helped me ever since my return to England. It was through his work
that we became a Charitable Business which makes a lot of legal
stuff easier. And most important at the beginning was Anne Ashton,
who was in charge of accounts at Gaia. She gave the new project
a backbone. We failed to get trust status and had to hire a Chancery
Lane lawyer. It was that one letter that did it. The £2,500
was worth it! Well, you have to pay for expertise.
Then began three years of fundraising. I left Gaia in ’05
and spent the next two year teaching here and there, while lodging
with Bryan in happy Birmingham. Many thanks indeed to Bryan for
offering one of my requisites. I have gone into the homeless life,
but monastics still need shelter! (I did enjoy living in the city!)
By the end of ‘06 we had the amount we needed to look for
a property.
I was still harbouring the thought of a city meditation centre
and thought to find a place close to a conurbation. I had lots of
contacts in Birmingham and it is so well-placed for the rest of
the country. But the prices were way beyond us. I struck out into
wildest Shropshire and mid-Wales. I viewed some wonderful properties.
By May 07, we had put an offer in for one, but we lost it. That
was it for the summer. And frankly I needed break from trawling
the websites!
Now on the very first day of my search that March I had viewed
a property, but found it too small and the atmosphere was somehow
wrong. Yet throughout the summer the prospectus for that property
came coming into view! I had consciously dismissed it, yet it came
coming back. Very strange! I phoned the owner in late August when
I started to search again. The very first day of my new search I
saw this same very place and knew immediately this was it.
It took seven months to get the ‘change of use’ into
a Spiritual Training Centre through the Planning Department and
sort out all the legal stuff for which so much gratitude is owed
to Ernie Gunesekera who had joined the Trust a little time back.
Finally, we signed contracts at the end March and moved in on 2nd
April, full moon day.
It had taken five years!
And then the work began.
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