Friday, October 29, 2021

Work In Progress:  Battle Creek

We travel across the USA on a rainy day
We reach Battle Creek on the third of May.
Students on a journey to learn
About race and prejudice in our city streets.
Richmond, Virginia is where we plan to meet.
(Shhh! Keep it to yourself. Just call it Urban Studies instead.)

In Battle Creek we find Uncle John’s Pancake House
On Michigan 94 and we find out that
It’s rainy in Battle Creek and we are soaked.|
A day to dream and maybe, just maybe,
To find out what Max Weber really knew.

We sit, syrup raised to battle stations,
And wage our pogrom against stacks
Of buttermilk pancakes,
Unaware that corn flakes were born here.

Bellies full and caffeinated, too,
We find out that the Road to Find Out
Is a vast and endless venture of signs,
True and tall tales, and the story of Kellogg corn flakes.

Searching deeper we find Potawatomi and Ottawa
People gathered on the Coguagiack prairie.
Mending wounds from earlier attacks in 1774
To form a village in peace around the lake. 

Here on this Road to Find Out,
the US army saw a chance to gain ground
For eastern settlers to claim the fertile soil.
Holding up food supplies from the tribes,
A theft caused a serious wound and the Potawatomi
Lost their land.  Life is cruel to some;
Trust intruders and find out who’s the fool.

Then came the sawmill and a small log cabin school.
Then a factory to make bricks. 
See how progress comes when the victor knows the tricks.

Freed from slavery Sojourner Truth made her home here
On the Road to Find Out; Battle Creek became a stop,
The underground railroad’s secret, safe spot for slaves
Fleeing to Canada in the north.

Ellen White's Adventists found here a place to convene in 1863:
William Miller had the Christ Return set for 1844,
But had the wrong country as the place to be
As Shiraz was the place he really should have longed for.

Dr. John Harvey Kellogg blended health, eugenics
And the betterment of race;
As long as it upheld a separate but equal face.
A twist to keep races apart with his social calisthenics
Roads to Find Out often took ugly turns and strange ones too.

His hapless brother, W.K., wandered on The Road to Find Out.
He sold brooms in Oklahoma boom towns,
But they were not a place for him to be.
Still a loser, W.K. returned on the Road to Find Out
To assist his brother’s sanitarium. There he chanced to spill
Liquefied cornmeal on a heating device and gave a shout.
He added milk and fed it to residents: corn flakes were born!
“Cereal City” had a destiny selling corn.

On the Road to Find Out we find out that race hate follows
Some white folks wherever they go
Like the time boxing Champ Jack Johnson
Was arrested here for marrying a white woman
And carrying her across state lines. The times didn’t seem to change
On the Road to Find Out.

Thousands of dough boys passed through
For training in WWI and WWII for army life
And prepare for their first taste of combat strife.
Later hundreds of wounded arrived in the second world war
Amputations, Neurosurgery, and plastic artificial eyes and surgeries galore.
Battle Creek was the first American city to install
Wheelchair ramps on sidewalks, ya’all
For the wounded to enjoy downtown life.
Every general knows that war has its rewards.
Train the troops and inter German Prisoners of War.

Wear black skin and the law could stop and frisk. 
That’s the risk one took to enjoy a walk to the store
Or to a park or going home from work. 
Dr. King came and spoke here, as did Muhammad Ali.
The Black Recondos made schools hire black teachers,
Officials too, or every black child would leave the school.
Black bodies filled seats that brought federal funds
And the school board would find what federal money was all about.

We’re on the Road to Find Out.We were on the Road to Find Out.
(At that time, we did not know the history around us
The stories of Battle Creek like layers of fallen leaves
In the rain-soaked ground that surrounded us.)

We sat, syrup raised to battle stations
And waged our pogrom against stacks
Of buttermilk pancakes at Uncle John’s Pancake House
On Michigan 94 still looking for the betterment of race.
Naïve about who wins and who finishes in last place.

C. S. Cholas, May 3, 1974, Battle Creek, Michigan


 


Street Preacher on Leigh Street

Inside city jails, inside city hall
Make wages at the bus line
Haul on to the Silver Coach for lunch.
Taste the honey suckle scent
  As it drifts through the humid afternoons.

MLK Jr. watches
From a large poster on the living room wall.
Packing books now; a new approach and call
For a family man of four
Whose wife is seriously a clown;
   A professional clown.

Ease the nerves, humor the tired eyes,
Give to children a joyful surprise
Make some funny sense out of Richmond
Clown face to deflect the social lies.

The street preacher studies in Virginia Union halls
His heart firm with God and his mind justly wise
In a city split by segregated walls
His voice a fiery call for the just to arise.

Street preacher’s firm face a godly fire for Truth.
Sweet teacher’s Clown face a godsend in smiles.

                                                C. S. Cholas
                                                May 13, 1974, Richmond, Virginia
                                                Remembering Rev. Linwood and Mary Corbett

 Rev. Linwood "Bishop Benjamin Israel" Corbett Sr.

 

 


 


 

 Slim’s Lake Kegonsa Campsite


With his head band and ragged beard, Slim looked the wild man,
A wild, bandit guerilla stooped
Over the Lake Kegonsa campfire, pouring coffee into a mug,
Pouring out his thoughts into the night air;
About work, race and social change. He swatted at a bug
And slumped into his folding chair.

Some would have thought him mad by his looks
As he voiced views found in skeptics’ books;
Max Weber, Baldwin, Alinsky and Studs Terkel too.
Our mentor sociologist shared thoughts new to us
As we kept the fire going, log by log; and we put-up tents.
Above all, cynic, or advocate, we laughed
As we fried food, talked, and laughed with Slim
At Lake Kegonsa.

The night, splattered with stars and sausage grease,
Promised a good night’s sleep for this college tour
On its way east and south to Richmond to explore
Why prejudice churns and burns more and more.

Slim knew something he chose not to convey to the naïve.
Those of us used to this secure, white world we enjoyed.
He preferred we learn by being there, our crested status laid bare.
Where our white-fused views would be tried with truth

Would we fight or flee, turn angry, tearful or fearful,
Or sad in our struggle with it?

As ashes rose from the fire, silence settled over its roar.
Slim grinned a grin as one in combat might let slip,
Acting brave while staring upon an open grave

C. S. Cholas, May 6, 1974.
Lake Kegonsa Campground, Wisconsin

Monday, September 20, 2021

 

Trip to Turnabe: September, 17 2003

  A wonderful highlight of our time in Tela, Honduras was going to Turnabe to visit Armando Guzman and his family.  This family is very distinctive and left a deep impact on us. They are in charge of the village phone office, so have an easy means to stay in touch with everyone in the village.  Armando told us that he felt having the phone office in his home was a blessing from Bahá’u’lláh to help him teach the Faith.  During our short afternoon visit with them we learned that the family had been Bahá’ís since the 1980’s.  Armando knew Counsellor Dr. Ahmadiyyeh and named many other early believers who worked in Central America.  Armando has been active in recruiting villagers to attend Ruhi institutes in the nearby Institute facility in El Peru.  He has organized youth and junior youth groups who meet regularly.  Armando, his mother, Norma, his sister, Anna are very proud of the CD that they have produced along with other active Garifuna musicians of the Hidden Words sung with Garifuna melody and translation.  He was kind to share a copy with us.  Armando also expressed much emotion about his experience visiting the World Centre during the dedication of the terraces. We were impressed by their dedication to the Faith and their single-minded focus on the elements of the Five Year Plan.  Theirs seems to be a stronghold for the Faith in that area thanks to their efforts.

          A wonderful highlight of our time in Tela, Honduras was going to Turnabe to visit Armando Guzman and his family.  This family is very distinctive and left a deep impact on us. They are in charge of the village phone office, so have an easy means to stay in touch with everyone in the village.  Armando told us that he felt having the phone office in his home was a blessing from Bahá’u’lláh to help him teach the Faith.  During our short afternoon visit with them we learned that the family had been Bahá’ís since the 1980’s.  Armando knew Counsellor Dr. Ahmadiyyeh and named many other early believers who worked in Central America.  Armando has been active in recruiting villagers to attend Ruhi institutes in the nearby Institute facility in El Peru.  He has organized youth and junior youth groups who meet regularly.  Armando, his mother, Norma, his sister, Anna are very proud of the CD that they have produced along with other active Garifuna musicians of the Hidden Words sung with Garifuna melody and translation.  He was kind to share a copy with us.  Armando also expressed much emotion about his experience visiting the World Centre during the dedication of the terraces. We were impressed by their dedication to the Faith and their single-minded focus on the elements of the Five Year Plan.  Theirs seems to be a stronghold for the Faith in that area thanks to their efforts.




 

Visit with Quentin Farrand during travel teaching in El Salvador, June 1995

June 12, 1995 Lago de Coatepeque… visit with Quentin Farrand, long time pioneer with his wife to El Salvador from Detroit, Michigan.

Quentin (Tim) Farrand worked in a military hospital in Denver in 1955.  President Dwight Eisenhauer was a patient the hospital following a heart attack.  Tim had the job of staying with the President for hours every day talking, doing crossword puzzles, and keeping the President from talking about politics.

Tim contacted the National Spiritual Assembly to see if it would be appropriate for him to mention Bahá’i to the President, especially to thank him for his cable to the Shah in 1955 in defense of the Baha’is.  The National Spiritual Assembly okayed it.

Tim told President Eisenhauer he was a Bahá’i and wanted to thank the President for intervening on behalf of the Baha’is in Iran.  The President asked about the Faith.  Tim told him the history of Bahá’u’lláh; mentioned prominent people who had expressed respect for the Faith, such as Tolstoy; and shared the principles.  Eisenhauer especially like the principles.  He told Tim that if the Baha’is in Iran were ever attacked again that he would do anything in his power to defend them. 

Thirty years later while in the states, Tim had an opportunity to visit with Hand of the Cause of God Zikrullah Khadem.  Mr. Khadem told Tim that later in 1955 the Mullahs in Iran had decided to incite mobs to burn the homes of prominent Baha’is and to kill the Baha’is if they tried to escape.  Somehow the US Embassy found out about the devious plan and contacted President Eisenhauer who contacted the Shah with the warning the if anything happened to the Bahá’ís, US aid to Iran would be cut off!  The Shah ordered soldiers to protect the Bahá’i homes.  Tim said that he found this out thirty years later.  The President had kept his promise. 

 

Tim also shared about how his mother hosted Louis Gregory for three months when Tim was twelve years old.  Louis Gregory made a big impression on Tim’s life.  Also, David and Joy Earl, an interracial couple in Detroit who suffered through much racial hatred directed toward them.  Joy had a miscarriage due largely to the stress of prejudice she received from her white neighbors who “didn’t want a n____ baby in their neighborhood.  Joy was a mentor to Tim. 

 

11 June 1995: Visit with Counsellor Artemus Lamb during the International Youth Conference for Central America held at Lago de Coatepeque, El Salvador.

Bienshirni and I traveled to the conference by bus from Texas with stops to visit Baha’is in Veracruz and in Guatemala.

Last night we visited with Artemus Lamb, now ninety years old and almost deaf.  He said that when he looked back on his life as a Bahá’i he could see how the Guardian was guiding him through letters and telegrams.  At the time, he said, he did not realize it, but looking back he could see that as long as he followed whatever the Guardian suggested he do, everything worked out. 

The Guardian told Artemus that his services in Latin America were more valuable than anywhere else in the world.  Artemus said that before he became a Bahá’i in 1939 at the age of thirty-four he was an atheist.  Thinking that having science, he did not need God. His sister (Valerie Nichols) and mother became Baha’is and as he faced more and more difficulties in his life, he began to look into the Faith.

In 1944 he went to Chile to the southernmost point in the Americas in response to Shoghi Effendi. Another Bahá’i had gone to the northernmost point in Alaska, who Artemus had never met.  When they met at the first World Congress in London for the first time, they were asked to shake hands as a symbolic gesture of the north and south points meeting.  Artemus said that an electric current ran through their hands.  Artemus told me his strange journey to Punta Arenas in response to the Guardian’s call for a pioneer to go there.  In route the ship had a port call in Acapulco.  He went a shore only to witness his ship burning out in the bay taking all of his possessions and money with it.  He only had a few traveler’s cheques left.  Being at all man, when he went into a local shop to buy another set of clothes, he could only find pants that came up to his knees like knickerbockers.  See more in the account below.

Artemus met the Guardian in Haifa in 1953. He witnessed how the immense workload of Shoghi Effendi was “wearing him out.”  “He was worn out.”

12 June 1995: Lago de Coatepeque, El Salvador

Visiting with Artemus Lamb—When I was a Counsellor, I used to advise pioneers to buy property and a house where they settled.  Then, even if they had to leave, they have an investment.  But I never followed my own advice and since Doña Dee’s death (Artemus’s wife) I have moved from place to place.  I had no money.  Someone told me to apply for Social Security for Doña Dee after she died, because she qualified for it.  I filled out all the papers and sent them in, but they turned me down and gave no reason.  I accepted the decision figuring it wasn’t meant to be.  Then, months later I received a letter from Social Security telling me that they had changed their decision and had approved my application.  They gave me a check for $8,000! Suddenly I had eight thousand dollars, which had helped me a lot.  Bahá’u’lláh must have helped out!

A brief  and amazing introduction to his life by Quentin Farrand can be found at https://bahai-library.com/farrand_artemus_lamb

The brief bio shares the strange story of Artemus’s boat journey to Punta Arenas, Chile:  While preparing to leave, another letter from the NSA explained that there were urgent problems in Ecuador and they wished him to go there first, and then, perhaps, to Punta Arenas. Artemus was overcome. He had promised to go to Punta Arenas to fulfill a special request of the Guardian and felt that he was destined to go there. For several days he prayed for guidance and finally decided that for confirmation he should obey the National Assembly and leave everything in the hands of God. The war was still on and air travel from the U.S. was impossible. By chance (1) he saw in the Salt Lake City newspaper the announcement of the last trip' of the Argentinian steamship "Mar de Plata" up the Pacific coast, to Los Angeles and then back to Buenos Aires. He rushed to Los Angeles, got passage and in a few weeks embarked - ostensibly for Ecuador.

On the second or third day the boat stopped in Acapulco, Mexico~ and all the passengers went ashore. Some time later walking back along the beach toward the ship. he noticed that the shore was lined with people and there was lots of smoke. He then saw the steamship was immersed in flames and had to be towed out and sunk. Everything he had was on that boat: passport, money, clothes, everything but what he had on and in his pocket.

He found himself in a strange land, with no possessions but a few travelers cheques. His first reaction was that Bahá’u’lláh did not consider him worthy of the mission and that he should return home. He then realized that this was a test of his determination and that by whatever means he should continue the journey. The steamship company finally got them to Mexico City, returned the passage money and left them on their own. The U.S. Embassy replaced his passport and offered him travel to any point in South America. He cabled the Interamerican Committee in Wilmette recommending that he take advantage of the offer and fly to Santiago. Chile. by-passing Ecuador. They approved and air· flights lasting five days and four nights he arrived in Santiago, and later went to Punta Arenas.

 

 


Serenity

My mind swirls in scenes of the past--:
Serene motion, Diné horsemen on pinto ponies
Garifuna drums and Punta dancing, Hawaiian papaya,
And the smell of jasmine near Hilo.

Hotel room in Ixmiquilpan, land of the Otomi, 1982
Sipping atole in the chilly air of the morning sun on the street
Walk by fields of cilantro under the crisp blue December sky
The sense of souls all around 

Haifa clouds, during pilgrimage, close to God;
We walk on stone paths to the Shrine in Bahji
Praying to be cleansed from stained deeds,
Like soiled laundry, renewed peace free of blame
Of others and me.  The need to live in “we” not in “me,
And better yet from “we” to “He””

Wonder and Contentment: other mystic valleys too.
To be on top of the world, not under it (a mental attitude)
Sharing love without expectation of reward.

Minestrone soup with toast before bed and evening prayer.

 CS Cholas, 11 pm. October 23, 1994

Sunday, August 22, 2021

 




Black Banner in Route to Tabarsi

How lovely our long suffering;
Our slow and painful deaths.

-         C. S. Cholas
                  Journal entry
                             Vieques, Puerto Rico
                 April 2, 1983

Monday, August 16, 2021

 

Wyoming – South Dakota State Line, May 1974
 

Desolate flats, some said, a vast grassland cleared of buffalo
To make room for a giant rabbit reserve.
(Maybe barrenness is what we deserve.)
Here Wyoming and South Dakota intertwine;
Where wind commands the seasons, pollen, and snow.
Still sacred to many as a godsend divine;
If an endless prairie is a windfall for all,
Then we are in heaven and wind is our brother,
Where, if the welcome signs did not greet us
We would not have known one state from another.

                                 -- C. S. Cholas, May 4, 1974

Sunday, August 15, 2021

 


A Day in the Life of America in the Time of the Pandemic

The afternoon deployments of Coca-Cola semis
Depart from the truck yard in the time of pandemic.
I watch from the empty hotel parking lot as they pass:
The long, red trucks; reinforcements headed
For the front lines of the battlefields of a thirsty America
Now relegated to third class by a virus embedded in its soul.

A rare jet passes overhead, with few seats filled,
As the news says few are flying during this global ill
We, too, sit and wait for our chance to escape.
We expected to head north by the first day of Spring.
A late snow and the virus killed our plans to run away.

Life abruptly stopped.  Time lingers on
In its time-honored way,
Though much slower than yesterday
Which moved slower than the day before
And so on into the hurried past.
Why did we move so fast?
How cluttered our lives used to be.
Now we stretch with wonder.
Was all the rush just a blunder?

To pass time, I take a daily stroll outside our Days Inn door
For an intake of Vitamin D.
How barren and lonely a vacant parking lot can be.
It conjures up a ghostly air,
As the eerie hum of a gentle breeze
Whispers in my ears, the reckoning’s near.

Today’s sunlight sprays a sense of strange hope about to begin:
Something great and powerful in the quiet dawn hovers here.
       Perhaps Christ coming down in the clouds,
       yet there are no clouds today.
Should Christ appear now, it would only be in the minds of men.
The trees celebrate the cleaner air.
Birds replace the drone of planes with confident melodies.
The sky is bright, the earth is fair.

Yet in this rare dream there is also fear.
That hails the Promised Day is near.

-         C. S. Cholas
January 1, 2020 Tempe, Arizona

Thursday, August 12, 2021

 

 

 

 

Minnesota Sunday

Church steeples rise above the rich brown of wealthy ground
      All the corn is gone on the Milwaukee Hopper
Raise the golden ears to listen to Sunday praises
     And send it to the produce pews of the world.

Sing Preston, Minnesota hymns to the Sunday
    Twilight drive through green and spring gold bar
Melodies and dairy songs as we ride
    To Harmony in glory near silos and steeples.

Minarets call protestant believers, silhouetted in evening prayer,
    To share their share, as ushers pass baskets,
Pew to pew, hand to hand
    Against the cloud-streaked skyline.

Passing a low place by a stream, Max Weber’s
     Shadowy figure can faintly be seen
     Walking among the trees.

                                          -         C. S. Cholas, May 5, 1974.



Maximilian Karl Emil Weber (21 April 1864 – 14 June 1920) was a German sociologist, historian, jurist, and political economist, who is regarded as among the most important theorists of the development of modern Western society.
Understanding the genesis of capitalism (in contrast to Marx's historical materialism).[i] Weber would first elaborate his theory in his seminal work, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism (1905), where he attributed ascetic Protestantism as one of the major "elective affinities" involved in the rise of market-driven capitalism and the rational-legal nation-state in the Western world.[20] Arguing the boosting of capitalism as a basic tenet of Protestantism, Weber suggested that the spirit of capitalism is inherent in Protestant religious values.[20] Protestant Ethic would form the earliest part in Weber's broader investigations into world religion, as he later examined the religions of China and India, as well as ancient Judaism, with particular regard to their differing economic consequences and conditions of social stratification. In another major work, "Politics as a Vocation", Weber defined "the state" as an entity that successfully claims a "monopoly of the legitimate use of physical force within a given territory".[21] He would also be the first to categorise social authority into distinct forms: charismatic, traditional, and rational-legal. Among these categories, Weber's analysis of bureaucracy emphasized that modern state institutions are increasingly based on the latter (rational-legal authority).

After contracting Spanish flu, he died of pneumonia in 1920, aged 56. Wikipedia

 



 

Evening Pearl over Iowa

Two, thin, finger-like white clouds approach the full moon
        As if to grasp a crystal pearl.

A slight westward swirl of evening air,
        Keeps their fingertips from touching that lunar sphere.

As the sure moon gradually climbs
       The empty sky over Iowa nightfall.

                                        -         C. S. Cholas, May 5, 1974


 

Del Norte

Crossing the Rio Grande, a narrow thread of water here,
There was little time to dwell on its enduring life,
Or think of its crystalline source at Creede,
Or its long path to through Tewa and Tiwa-touched red earth
South to touch the shores of Mexico and the mighty gulf.

No, there was no time to ponder the meaning of life,
Its often-brutal course and vibrant rebirths over and over again.
We take in a slim glimpse at Del Norte, and head on
To the business of things we think we need.


Chris S. Cholas -- May 2, 1974 

 

 

A Few Tourist Moments in the Black Hills

Winding roads around this ponderosa playground played up
To obscure scars of horse-days battles, bloodbaths
Over stolen lands still traumatized by miners sucking veins
Of Mother Earth for her gold jewelry.

The tragic stain of intruders’ quest for furs and gold
In the deception of uniforms and guns blurs
Any respectable outcome to hold on to. 

We wander along placard-bombarded streets and highway
Of magic traps that beg to show us caves and strange wonders.
We pass signs of battle sites that document the wounds
The crushed endured in the blunders of the swindlers.

We glimpse an injured biker and later view the carvings
On Mount Rushmore blatantly showing the stone busts
Of four victors of the land they swore to conquer.
We ignore the signboard eyesores and head eastward
With sunset cooking at our backs. 


-         C. S. Cholas, May 4, 1974

 

Wednesday, May 5, 2021

 

Belize 1990: The dream of the white guayabera

 Martin Lorenzo is 2nd from left.


Dr, Ahmadiyeh is on left

In 1990 during Dr. Ahmadiyeh's last fateful trip to Merida to help start a Mayan teaching team, after one consultation, one of the friends accompanied him to shop for a guayabera shirt. Dr. Ahmadiyeh wanted to buy one to take to a Counsellors’ conference that he would be attending.

In one shop, he found a beautiful, silk white one, but the price was very high. After bartering with the shop owner, he was able to buy the shirt at a reasonable (very reasonable) price. The shop owner actually said he was selling the shirt at below cost, which might have been true.

Unfortunately, Dr. Ahmadiyeh never had a chance to wear the shirt, as he died at the Friendship Bridge between Mexico and Belize the following evening. Several weeks later I made a trip to Dangriga and spent time with Martin Lorenzo, who had been very sick, but was much better. He told me that he had been sick and unable to do much, and one night he had a powerful dream of Dr. Ahmadiyeh. In the dream Dr. Ahmadiyeh was wearing a beautiful white guayabera and calling out to Martin saying, "Martin! Teach! Teach!" That was before Martin had heard of Dr. Ahmadiyeh's death.



Permanent Teaching Team
                                                                                            A recollection by Chris Cholas

After returning from the 1988 International Bahá’í Convention and meeting of the Counsellors in Haifa, Dr. Ahmadiyeh wished to establish “permanent teaching teams” in Central America and in the Yucatán Peninsula. There was an upsurge in teaching in many parts of the world and he did not want his region of service to be deprived of the increased benefits of teaching.  With approval of our National Spiritual Assembly a permanent teaching team was started in Belize with three and sometimes more members.  Along with Emma Hutchcraft (Our Auxiliary Board member), Jean Ferrell, James Elijio, Betty Peel-Prior (Canadian), Therese Elijio and others,  I was one of the early members serving on the team.  The initial team was Emma, Jean and me and we were based in Corozal Town, where Emma and I lived. Dr. Ahmadiyeh approved the idea, but preferred us to be based in Belize City, and after a short time in the north, we moved to Belize City.  Jean and Emma had hospitality with Crystal Straughn and the Ahmadiyehs provided me a bedroom by having one of their sons share a room with his brothers.  I felt bad about that, but the family insisted. Emma and Jean would come each morning. Rezvan did most of the meals and went out with the team whenever possible. And, at times, even Dr. Ahmadiyeh would prepare a wonderful Persian dish. After breakfast, we would begin each day with prayers and study followed by consultation on the day’s plan. Then we would set out, usually returning in the late afternoon and debrief together before dinner.  

Each week we would reflect on the team’s efforts, dividing our attention on expansion efforts, consolidation efforts and team dynamics.  This way we could adjust what we were doing to try to be more effective in our efforts. If special challenges or matters concerning our team came up, we could handle them before major complications would arise.  We generally had one free day a week, but adjusted our schedules depending on the personal needs of team members—for example: Emma needed to return to Corozal Town periodically, as I did, to be with family.   We had the love of the Ahmadiyeh family always around us, and occasionally could move to another place, such at the Bahá’í Center in Belmopan to allow that dear family some space and family time without caring for us.  Dr. Ahmadiyeh would regularly meet with us and most evenings we would debrief to reflect on the day’s efforts. Some evenings we would participate in deepenings or firesides. A special treat was when a small group of friends would gather and Jean, who had a heavenly voice, would sing melodies that incorporated the Bahá’í Writings.  

 Early on we focused on direct teaching in a neighborhood known as “Trench Town,” supposedly a rougher part of the city.  Most days we set out on foot (I was using crutches and braces in those years) and would visit home after home until we felt the need to stop for the day and walk back to the Ahmadiyeh home, often with the declaration card of a new believer. Return visits to new believers were included in our weekly schedule, sometimes resulting in an evening meeting in the new member’s home.

I often remember the sacrifices that the Ahmadiyeh family made for us, centering their time and energy on serving the team, and how patient their wonderful children-- Naysan, Nasim, Navid and Nabil—were to have the team, especially me, being the center of their home.  Challenges would come up, too, like the day an electrical “brown out” ruined their refrigerator.  Dealing with the Belize Electric company to replace the fridge while hoping to save as much of the food in the fridge took up hours to resolve.

 

Poetry Lesson

 

            One day we had returned early and had some down time for rest. To enjoy the moment I selected a book from the Ahmadiyeh’s wonderful Bahá’í library and sat down in their living room to read awhile from a book by Ustád Muhammad-`Alíy-i Salmání, the Barber, My Memories of Bahá’u’lláh, translated from the original Persian  by Marzieh Gail.  The volume included a selection of poems by Ustád Muhammad, poems which he apparently composed while cutting Bahá’u’lláh’s hair. 

            As I perused one of the beautiful poems in the back of the book, Dr. Ahmadiyeh entered the home returning from his office. He immediately asked me what I was reading and I told him the book by Bahá’u’lláh’s barber, and that I was enjoying his poetry.  To that Dr. Ahmadiyeh smiled with pleasure and asked me to read a few lines from one of the poems.  I read several lines and Dr. Ahmadiyeh began reciting it out loud simultaneously in the original Persian.  Then he asked me to read the English translation again.  Then he said that the translation was good, but actually the English should be more like this and he thoughtfully recited the same lines I had just read, modifying some of the English words as a more accurate translation of the original.  He asked me to read a few more lines.  Again he recited them in the original, which sounded far more melodic than the English version, making a few changes to the English.  His love for history and poetry and his scholarly understanding of it always amazed me.  Not only was he a wonderfully humble being, but he was also an extremely erudite soul.  Here is the poem from the Blessed Beauty’s barber that we looked at together:

 

And if unto Thy robe I cannot cling, 
then I must sate myself with tears and sighs. 
Cut off by fowler's net on every side, 
Or in Thine ambience I'd spread my wings. 
I weep alone here in my prison cage, 
O nightingale that with the rose dost dwell! 
O caravan that to my Love intend, 
My ears are longing for the starting-bell. 

In blood unwritten lies, from start to end, 
This loneliness of mine on my heart's page. 
If only this, my final breath, 
The mournful tale had penned. 
My love is like that fabled bird 
That doth a crown presage. 
And for the rest, or so I gauge, 
This whole round world 
Is but a midge, 
Or say, a bagatelle. 
Each man has someone for his haven--I 
Have but Bahá. 
And truth to tell, 
To me, none but Bahá 
In either world doth dwell.

 

Through the Downpour

 

            One afternoon Jean Ferrell and I decided to visit someone who lived a short stroll from the Ahmadiyeh’s home.  Clouds had been rolling in overhead for a while and as we left our friend’s home, it started to rain.  Without warning the rain turned into an unrelenting downpour.  With no umbrella with us all we could do is move as quickly as possible to get home.  Our stroll turned into an urgent charge.  Except when swimming, I cannot remember ever being so drenched.  I think the rain even soaked into my leg braces’ joints.  I do remember dripping on the landing for a while before entering the house, our wet clothes stuck to us. 

 

 

Teaching with Miss Emma

 

            Emma Hutchcraft (known in Belize as Miss Emma) served as an Auxiliary Board member to Belize during those vibrant days of teaching fervor.  She and her family had pioneered to Corozal Town from Oklahoma.  She had several fairly serious health issues as I recall.  I think high blood pressure was one, but her energy for teaching and being with people never sagged.  Very perceptive and firmly grounded in the Covenant, it was an honor to be able to serve with her, and see how her trust in God often opened the door to teaching opportunities, sometimes in the most unexpected ways. 

            One day our team went out on the streets of Belize City making home visits together.  As usual, it was a warm, humid day.  We had left the home of one family and were headed to another home.  As we strolled along the street, we saw a man coming towards us.  As he came closer, we recognized him as George Price, who was the Prime Minister of the Country.  (George Price served as “First Minister and Premier under British rule until independence in 1981 and was the nation's first prime minister after independence that year.  He is considered to have been one of the principal architects of Belizean independence. He is referred to by many as the ‘Father of the Nation.’" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Cadle_Price.)

            We met in the middle of an intersection and greeted each other.  He cordially asked us how we were doing and wanted to know what we were doing.  Miss Emma said that we were Bahá’ís and we were out visiting some of our members.  Mr. Price nodded and said he knew about the Bahá’í Faith and appreciated the efforts Bahá’í religion has made to the progress of Belize (I don’t remember his exact words, but his sentiments were very positive.)  He told us that he was also visiting his constituents.  We shared a few thoughts about how Belize was an example of peace in a region marked by civil war (Guatemala and El Salvador had civil wars raging at the time.).

            As we said our farewells to the Prime Minister and walked along, we looked at one other reflecting on the pleasant encounter we had just had with a Head of State.  Where in the world would meeting the Head of State on a street be such a natural occurrence?

Transformation

 

            One of the great joys of the teaching work was to witness the process of transformation on those who accepted Baha’u’llah.  Not everyone kept their “spark of faith” enkindled, and some, sooner or later, strayed from their new Faith and returned to whatever path they were on before.  However, for those who continued on the path of recognition, to confirmation and then to consecration, the transformations could be stunning.  In the early days of the permanent teaching team, this definitely was the case with Caterino James Elijio and later with his dear sister, Therese.  James had connected with the Faith in Belmopan when he came to a Bahá’í public meeting with one of his cousins, who already was a Bahá’í.  Though the meeting had been arranged with hopes to attract new people to the Faith, only Bahá’ís had come.  Outside the hall rain came pouring down.  The meeting had already started when James and one of his cousins, who was already a Bahá’í, entered the room soaking wet from the rain outside.  It never was clear to me if they actually had intended to come to the talk, or if they happened to be passing by and entered the room to get out of the rain.  Whatever, the outcome became significant, as James took in every word being shared and before the end of the gathering Athena Cholas took James aside and went through the teaching book with him.  After the meeting James accompanied the teaching team to the Belmopan Bahá’í Center, where the team members were staying.  The sharing went into the night and James wanted to know what the plans were for the next day.  We told him about our efforts to go out in teams to share the Faith.  He expressed interest to joining us, and we, of course, invited him to go out with one of the teams. 

 

            James was living in Belize City at the time and, as fate would deem it, he lived only a short distance from the Ahmadiyeh’s home.  We immediately arranged for evening firesides at the Ahmadiyeh home and James would come, sometimes with other members of his family, including his sister, almost every evening.  After prayers, Dr. Ahmadiyeh, or one of the team members, would share something about the Faith.  James loved the discussions and would share his own understanding of the topic.  Each time he came we could see how his understanding was moving closer to what was expressed in the Writings of the Faith. We noticed the same process with other souls seeking truth from the Faith, but with James, the transformation was remarkable. 

            One evening after James had gone home, Dr. Ahmadiyeh referred to a prayer of Bahá’u’lláh:  “I testify that no sooner had the First Word proceeded, through the potency of Thy will and purpose, out of His mouth, and the First Call gone forth from His lips than the whole creation was revolutionized, and all that are in the heavens and all that are on earth were stirred to the depths. Through that Word the realities of all created things were shaken, were divided, separated, scattered, combined and reunited, disclosing, in both the contingent world and the heavenly kingdom, entities of a new creation, and revealing, in the unseen realms, the signs and tokens of Thy unity and oneness. Through that Call Thou didst announce unto all Thy servants the advent of   Thy most great Revelation and the appearance of Thy most perfect Cause.” From Prayers and Meditations by Bahá’u’lláh, p. 295)

            Dr. Ahmadiyeh shared a thought that each soul goes through a transformation process after hearing of the Faith. Just as the whole creation is being revolutionized by the Call of Baha’u’llah, each soul is recreated by the Word.  Sometimes the first reaction to the Word causes the soul to be shaken and scattered, but if the Word takes effect on the soul, that person is reunited with God and transforms into a new creation. For some, the process may be slow and take months or even years.  With James the process moved rapidly, like a torrent as he discarded old beliefs and replaced them the new Teachings with clarity and certainty. 

            At the time of James’s enrollment into the Faith, one of the early Belizean believers, Nathanial Neal, was still alive.  When James met Nathanial Neal, a magic bond immediately formed.  On day I watched the two souls together, in their own spiritual world connected by a spiritual cord.

            I remember that travel teachers were coming from outside Belize, such as Ted Glabush and Doug Gray from Canada, and they would bring youth to the firesides, too. 

 This added new energy to our efforts, reinvigorating both us as team members and quickening the work itself. 

            In James’s case, he felt moved to arrange his affairs so he could be a full time team member for the coming months.  What a joy to be serving with him. No sooner than we would set out to teach then we would meet someone James already knew.  James with expression of delight would introduce the person to us with “This is my good friend, ____!” or “This is my cousin, _____!” There were days when we never reached the neighborhood we had planned to visit, because of all the teaching opportunities along the way. 

 

Teaching in Trench Town

 

            One of our primary target neighborhoods at the time was a large area known as “Trench Town,” which was considered a “rough” zone with tough youth and infected with serious problems 0f crime and drugs.  Our experience as a team discerned that though there were rough elements among the residents there, the receptivity to the Faith was one of openness.  I, for one, never felt any fear about being in Trench Town, even going alone at times to follow up on a new family or individual.   Ted and Doug dedicated most of their energy to connecting with young people in the neighborhood.  While they were in Belize they had success in teaching and nurturing a number of youth.  However, we didn’t have an Institute Process in those days and we all had to rely on our individual consolidation efforts, which often became piecemeal and not very systematic. 

We found it difficult to give enough individual time to nurture those new to the Faith in a way they could stand more independently in the Faith.

            Ted and Doug stayed for a while to support our teaching work and then were asked to go to Guyana, where another intensive teaching campaign was in process.  On their heels, almost as their replacements, came Ted’s son, Sky, and a new believer, also from Canada, name JB Eckl. 

 

We all sensed that we needed something to strengthen the new believers, but we didn’t have something readily available to use.  Dr. Ahmadiyeh realized the need with the growing number of new believers and began developing what he hoped could be a “home-based deepening program” that could help with the consolidation.  Other parts of the world were also seeing the need to systematize consolidation and working on materials. The Ruhi Institute in Colombia had been concentrating for many years on a way to have “expansion and consolidation” go together “hand-in-hand” and, eventually, around the year 2000, Ruhi became the standard institute model adopted world-wide.

Toward the end of his life, Dr. Ahmadiyeh was working on two writing projects: The first one, he told us, was a compilation of Bahá’u’lláh’s Writings on His own sufferings and that in a short time he had already compiled over forty pages; and the second was creating the “home based” study program for systematic consolidation of new believers. 

 

 

Suffering for the Faith (sort of)

 

The Ahmadiyeh home was a pier and post style home with a long staircase leading up to the entrance.  Under the house was a parking space for the family car.  I remember coming back very tired one day with James on a particularly hot and humid afternoon.   Seeing Dr. Ahmadiyeh’s car, we knew he was home.  As I looked up the stairs, probably with a drained expression on my face, Dr. Ahmadiyeh was standing at the landing looking down the steps at us. As I pushed myself up each stair slowly using my crutches, I could hear Dr. Ahmadiyeh remarking aloud in words such as these, “Look at them! How they willingly suffer for Bahá’u’lláh, giving their all for His Faith!  Look at his arms!“  He was pointing down at us and must have been calling to Rezvan in the house.  At that point I don’t remember thinking of myself as suffering for the Faith. I was just exhausted from the long walk back to the house from Trench Town. 

 

Always Going Forward

 

          One amazing observation I had of being around our Counsellor was his conviction that the Faith always moves forward, never in retreat.  The history of the Faith has proven this since the Heroic Age of the Cause in the times of The Báb and Bahá’u’lláh. No matter how fierce the opposition or calamitous crises facing the Divine Souls who manifested it and the thousands of heroes who followed Them, the Faith has been assured of victories and forward movement. 

            Dr. Ahmadiyeh certainly exemplified this realization, that going forward we must.  To think of backing up did not seem to be a part of his thinking, maybe even physically.

For example, one day the Counsellor said he wanted to go out with me on his lunch break to visit one of the families in Belize City we were teaching the Faith to.  I may have been the only one free that day, as I don’t remember any other team member being with us.  I navigated us to the neighborhood where a family lived who had expressed interest in joining the Faith. They lived on the corner of a dead end street.  We parked on that street and had what I remember to be a very uplifting visit with the family.  After our farewells, Dr. Ahmadiyeh and I got back into his car, and he suddenly realized that he would need to back up in order to get out of the dead end street.  This was a struggle as there was not enough room on the street to simply turn around. He tried that and then put the car into reverse and ended up in the very place we had parked.  It took a while, but eventually, after several failed attempts of turning around, I was able to encourage him to pull into a driveway and back out into the street facing the other way.  Any type of going backwards, even on a dead end street, was a frustration. 

            On the way back to his home he candidly shared that it was not easy, even for a pediatrician, to make a livable income in Belize.  He could have set up his practice somewhere else where his family could have lived with greater comfort and means, but he preferred putting service to the Faith first.

 

Maxims from the Counsellor

 

          The permanent teaching team consulted regularly with Counsellor Ahmadiyeh and learned from the wisdom he freely shared.  Here are a few “maxims” from his wealth of wisdom that I remember (some of it phrased in my own words):

1)      Intensity.  Success in teaching requires intensity.  If you are trying to read a book under low light, it becomes tiresome to read, but under a bright lamp reading is easier on the eyes.  It is also that way with teaching; if one teaches with little enthusiasm or without deep devotion to Bahá’u’lláh, the result will be meager. The hearer’s heart will not feel the power that the Words are meant to convey.

2)     A soul is a stranger in this world until it finds Bahá’u’lláh.  When the soul accepts the Manifestation of God, the soul comes home. A prayer from Bahá’u’lláh expresses the idea of the stranger seeking to attain his Home: “Behold Thou this stranger, O my Lord, who hath hastened to attain his most exalted Home in the shelter of Thy shadowing mercy, and this ailing soul who hath set his face towards the ocean of Thy healing.”  - Prayers and Meditations by Bahá’u’lláh, p. 269

3)     If a plan is not working, it’s usually due to one of two reasons: either we lack intensity and perseverance in carrying out the plan, or we need to modify the plan to some degree.

4)     When we convey the Message to souls, we want to connect heart to heart using the senses of both eyes and of ears to ascertain their receptivity to the Message.  When using the teaching book, we engage them in a heart to heart conversation, and we also want to draw their attention to a photo or words in the book in a natural way.  We can also use the nature around us to help them grasp an idea… We say ‘we are the leaves of one tree’, and point to the tree by their house, or we are ‘the flowers of one garden’, using the flowers by their home to teach them the concept of unity in diversity.  The photos of diverse groups of Bahá’ís shown in the teaching book confirm this unity in diversity.

 

Respecting the Cultural Mores

 

            A lesson travel teachers to Belize needed to be aware of was that although we recognize the oneness of humankind, we also needed to appreciate differences.  Orientation for teachers, especially those coming from North America, when they first arrived became an essential part of incorporating teachers onto teams.  What might be considered acceptable in one part of the world can be viewed as inappropriate in another place.  A couple stories from teaching in Trench Town illustrate the value of orientation:

 A visiting teacher and I were in Trench Town sharing the Faith with a man in his front yard, when another travel teacher, newly arrived from North America, came by looking for us.  The two Bahá’ís, both men, were best friends and upon seeing one another ran together and embraced in a welcoming hug.  This display of affection in public didn’t sit well with the man we were trying to teach as he looked on in disgust and then, turning to me, exclaimed in shock, “What are they doing?  A man should not be hugging a man like that.  That is not what we do here!”  I tried to explain that they were best friends in their country and very happy to see one another again.  The explanation didn’t placate the man and our teaching encounter abruptly came to an end.  Of course, when we debriefed later in the day, we reviewed what had happened and agreed that public displays of affection between team members, men or women, could easily be misunderstood in Belize and we should avoid them. 

In another case, a newly arrived teacher from North America was assigned to be my team partner.  He was eager to try “street teaching.”  He had long, blondish hair halfway down his back, and his light skin and features made him look younger than he was.  He told me that Rezvan had advised him to cut his hair before going out, but he wasn’t ready to part with something he felt was very important to his image as a musician.  Apprehensively, we went together to Trench Town and soon were invited to share the Faith in the home of a humble, Creole family.  His light features and long hair drew all the attention as the family in the home looked puzzled.  The father asked me if my friend was a girl, and I tried to explain that in my friend’s country, long hair on men was acceptable.  In conservative Belize long hair on men was often associated with drug use and immoral behavior.  As we left the home, my team partner looked downtrodden, and was whispering under his breath, “They thought I was a girl.”  We soon had another opportunity to share the Faith and the same reaction to his long hair occurred.  It was decision time for the travel teacher—cut his hair or consider returning home.  We walked along and he suddenly said, “I need to have Rezvan cut my hair!”  He had decided to stay and conform to the local attitude, whether it was right or wrong.  The wisdom of the seventh Glad-Tidings from the Tablet called Bisharat (Glad-Tidings)

Became clear to us:

  The choice of clothing and the cut of the beard and its dressing are left to the discretion of men. But beware, O people, lest ye make yourselves the playthings of the ignorant.’ (Tablets of Bahá’u’lláh)

            We returned to the Ahmadiyeh home and Rezvan soon was cutting his hair to neck length.  He turned out to be a very effective teacher, readily accepted by the local people all over Belize.  

 

Respite from Team Stress

 

After many weeks, the core members of the permanent teaching team—Jean, James, Betty (Prior) and I—decided we badly needed a rest from the day-to-day team work. Our stress levels were mounting up and our zeal to continue at such an intense pace waned. We made arrangements to take a weekend excursion to Caye Caulker.  When Dr. Ahmadiyeh found out about our plan, he did not seem pleased, but he didn’t try to stop us.  We did have a name or two of Bahá’ís on the Caye Caulker membership list, and, of course, we would try to visit them while there. 

As it turned out, none of us could resist not sharing the Message with people we met there.  We got some rest and also the declaration cards of four new believers (I seem to recall it was four).  When we returned to Belize City and back to the Ahmadiyeh home, the Counsellor greeted us (somewhat reluctantly as I recall).  We told him how great the time had been on Caye Caulker, the fresh air, the water and food, and how much the rest meant to us.  He seemed okay with us, but he definitely didn’t look overexcited to hear of about “vacation”.  Then we showed him the membership enrolment cards we brought back and an expression of almost outright glee burst from his face. 

 

Turning to Guidance

 

            Counsellor Dr. Ahmadiyeh always carried the latest Message from the Universal of Justice with him ready to share it with the team members and all the friends.  Whether the Message related to the progress of the teaching work around the world, or related to the Fund, or reported a recent development of the properties at the World Centre, whatever, we would receive the most current letter and often reflect on it together.  In this way we realized that every Message from the Universal House of Justice was important and an essential part of the growth of the Faith.  It was a special treat when Dr. Ahmadiyeh shared something from the International Teaching Centre, or from the Counsellors in our region or elsewhere, describing teaching victories or the success of a special project to reach a certain receptive population.

 

Teaching Trip to Cristo Rey Village, Corozal District

 

            The Bahá’ís for Cristo Rey Village in Corozal District were delighted to receive a visit from Counsellor Ahmadiyeh one day.  The Counsellor wished to make home visits to as many of the Bahá’í families’ homes as possible.  The families visited included the Bencomos, Veras, Uhs, and Anita Che.  In each home after asking about the family members and sharing love from the Counsellors, Dr. Ahmadiyeh shared a verse taken from the Qur’an (of all places) that basically said: “God is content with those who are content with God.”  He would then relate it to the love in a family, and how, when a child shows love to his or her parents, the parents’ love flows to the children.  The parents always love the child, but if the child doesn’t show love to them, then the child may not feel the love coming from the parents.  So it is, he would explain, with our love to God.  When we show our love for God, we can feel His love coming for us.  His love is always with us, but how can we know it and feel it, if we do not show our love for Him?  This simple illustration prompted many loving thoughts from the families we visited that day.  (After the passing of Dr. Ahmadiyeh, the Cristo Rey Bahá’ís finished building their local center. They wished to name it in his honor, but guidance from the Universal House of Justice through the National Spiritual Assembly of Belize indicated that a local Haziratu'l-Quds [or Hazira] should not be named after individuals.  However, a Bahá’í Teaching Institute could carry the name of a revered one. )

 

 

Dedication to the Martyrs and Their Families

 

I believe it was Counsellor Ahmadiyeh who suggested we dedicate our teaching to the martyrs in Iran.  We felt it would be spiritually meaningful to do that and we chose to devote each month to one of the members of the two National Spiritual Assemblies of Iran who had disappeared and been killed under the oppressive regime of Iran in the 1980’s.  Dr. Ahmadiyeh knew some of them personally and had their names, plus was able to let their families know of our intentions.  Amazingly, members of the martyrs’ families wished to support our efforts and soon were contributing funds to the effort.  Their deputization help allowed us to enlarge our efforts and be able to encourage travel teachers and local believers to participate for weeks or months at a time.  We soon had more than one team sent for periods of time to other districts of Belize.  Teachers included, Ted Glabush and Doug Gray from Canada; Soo-Jin Yoon (USA); Veronica Calderon (Mexico); JB Eck and Sky Glabush (son of Ted from Canada) Raymond Waight (Cayo); Bettina Grassmann (Canada); Rainee Paull (Canada); Martin Lorenzo (Dangriga); Muhajir (USA) and numerous youth from local and pioneer families around Belize .  Later, others came and went to the team, including Aaron Emmel, Miriam Codd and Athena Cholas.

 

 

Spoon Feeding the Friends

 

What pleased Dr. Ahmadiyeh the most, I think, was to see the friends engaged in study of the Faith on their own and in groups, and to have an eagerness to share the Faith with others.  Several times he shared with me that too many of the friends expect to be “spoon fed” with the Teachings, even those who had been in the Faith for many years.  “Some of the friends want to be spoon-fed,” he told me,  “and then they even want someone else to chew it for them first.”  If the friends (generally speaking) showed little desire to study the Writings or lacked eagerness in supporting the teaching work, Dr. Ahmadiyeh would look a bit drained.  But when there was enthusiasm among the friends, whether in discussing the Faith or in reporting the teaching experiences of the day, his face brightened and his whole being became energized.  That spiritual energy was contagious. 

Still, he was extremely patient with everyone, never assuming to be better, or more intelligent.  He was as Bahá’u’lláh told us to be, “a shining light in the firmament of thy generation,” and “a fruit upon the tree of humility.”  (Gleanings from the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh)  In this “humble posture of learning” that he modeled to us, we were more likely to grow independently stronger in our faith. 

 

 

Experiences from Abroad

 

Counsellor Dr. Ahmadiyeh’s responsibilities to the Continental Board of Counsellors (which comprised all of the Americas at the time) included extensive travelling for the Board.  He would bring back stories from what was happening in other places, especially in Central America and North American, including Honduras, Guatemala, El Salvador, Mexico, the USA and Canada.  The response to direct teaching was different, place to place.  Some places used a more intellectual approach, others places relied more on the simple message of love to the heart.  He observed after a trip to North America that there were wonderful believers with PhD’s, but sometimes their knowledge of things outside of their sphere of expertise was limited.  And sometimes, in places where people had less academic education their understanding of spiritual truths was deeper than that of the highly educated believers.   He was most impressed when academic and spiritual knowledge were combined, such as a medical doctor he met in North America, who had the short healing prayer printed on the backside of his business card, and who, in this way, had many opportunities to share the Faith with many colleagues very naturally that physical and spiritual healing go together harmoniously. 

 

 

Last Thoughts

 

            This is but a brief recollection of my memories of Dr. Ahmadiyeh and his love for teaching.  I tried to include those memories that have stayed the clearest in my mind.  Hopefully, they reflect an accurate reporting of the spirit of teaching in Belize from 1988 to 1990.  For those of us serving on the teaching teams in those times, our lives were changed forever.  With the Institute process now in place world-wide, the learning about teaching and community building is moving populations to a higher realization of their true purpose in the transformation of souls and the unfoldment of a world civilization.  However, I believe that the spiritual fire those years of vigorous and prayerful teaching throughout the world enkindled and quickened the process entry by troops.