Haven Grandiflora!
Book One: The Seeds of Life
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I felt totally secure and completely enclosed in this warm, dark place.
I had no sense of time, and therefore, I could not possible judge how long I had been there. For some time though, I had been aware of distant sounds, some very soothing, others quite alarming.
The only visual memories I had seemed to be locked away deep within the recesses of my innermost consciousness.
In one such dream-like memory, I was a little boy dressed in a sailor’s suit. I was playing with a wooden hoop and stick. My companion was a pretty little blonde girl who wore her hair in ringlets.
We were playing on the sidewalk outside what appeared to be a park, enclosed by iron railings.
The street itself was an avenue lined with trees. It must have been autumn time, as the leaves, of varied hue, were falling to the ground.
I remember hitting the hoop with my stick. It rolled out on to the street.
As I chased after it, I noticed, all too late, that a coach and four was speeding towards me.
One of the horses’ hooves hit my head, and the memory came to an end.
Then there was another fragment of memory in my head.
I was lying upon plush, silky purple-coloured cushions. Three kindly faces were watching over me.
These people were all dressed in white robes, which reflected the purple colouring of the cushions upon which I was laying. Similar-coloured drapes furnished the entire room.
Here, I had felt confidently secure, yet it seemed to bear no relation whatsoever to the little boy who had been playing with the hoop.
Each of these persons spoke in turn, though I had very little recollection of what they said, nor indeed, whether they were male or female. Their voices, however, seemed to have a soothing effect upon me, and I gathered that I was to be sent upon some kind of important mission.
After this, I remembered drifting blissfully through the infinity of space.
Now here I was in this dark comforting chamber, floating in what appeared to be soft bubbles.
The chamber was large enough for me to move arou
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About the Book
Foreword by Neville Randall, Ex ‘Daily Mail’ journalist and author the best-selling book ‘Life After Death’
This book is quite different. It held my attention, and I felt involved all the way through.
Pete Perry has a terrific story to tell, and he does so as a professional writer.
As a human story of an attractive hero who has overcome all that fate could throw at him, it makes compulsive reading.
It is an inspiring lesson in how to survive tragedy which would make frailer mortals like me collapse in despair.
But Pete’s triumph springs partly from his immortal experiences.
I longed for a happy ending, and was delighted when it came.
It is terrific stuff, - moving and compulsive.
Neville Randall
About the Author
Pete Perry was born on 30th June 1937, against all odds, - his mother almost died, and so did he, but for an administering angel in the form of an aunt.
It was at the time of great upheavel in the UK: King Edward Vlll had just abdicated, and two years later, World war ll broke out. Pete went from an idyllic life in the Scottish Highlands to the terror of The London Blitz. He saw the miracle of wild flowers colonising the destruction caused by Mankind in the bomb sites, and it was this that made him perhaps the world's very first environmentalist at the tender age of 8 years!
His first wife Dorothy died of a brain haemmorrhage in 1967 at the tender aga of 31, leaving his with his two daughters, Vivien, aged 5 years, and Debbie, only 15 months, on his own. Despite the hardship, and against all odds, he, together with UK MP Mrs Shirley Williams (later Baroness Williams) to introduce a One Parent Family Allowance for all lone parents, regardless of gender. It was introduced in 1971, soon after Pete harried his second wife, Shirley. So, ironically, he never actually recieved it!
In 1968, he formed The Magic Oak Tree Family (MOTF), a worldwide fraternity dedicated to world peace, international understanding, and respect for all living things, including the planet upon which we live.
Pete has written for, and produced illustrations for several UK horticultural journals, and has produced environmental books and childrens books.
At the age of 69, there is no sign of him retiring, - and he says he will live on this planet for as long as it takes to convince mankind that he must bring about World peace, and to respect the planet and all its myriad forms of life,