I have known Serge Benhayon personally for nearly 8 years. In that time I have known him as a student of Universal Medicine. I have done work for him as a builder, and am blessed to say that I have also known him as my friend. My wife and I have shared dinner at his table with his family, and on the odd occasion I have had the opportunity to share a surfing session with him and his two sons.
One could say that I am well placed to be able to vouch for the quality of the man that is Serge Benhayon.
However, to call him my friend is not a claim that I can make in isolation, for in truth there are many hundreds of people I know would say the same, and indeed to make such a claim would actually do a disservice to all that Serge Benhayon is and represents. Indeed I am sure that there are many who have not had the opportunity nor circumstance to know him for as long as I, who none-the-less, most likely know him just as well.
That is the most beauty-full thing I can say about Serge as a friend. Whether you have met him only once, or have known him your whole life, he treats you with the same reverence he would his own family. In short, he lets you in. There is no guard, no pretence, no waiting period before he trusts you enough to let you into his “inner circle” of friends, like many of us do. What you see is what you get. From the moment you look him in the eye, he opens his heart to you, without even asking you to do the same.
That is why so many people will claim to know Serge Benhayon as their friend, for that he undoubtedly is. He is the type of friend who loves you so dearly that he is not afraid to tread on your toes in order to re-awaken you to your own grandeur. He is the type of friend who worries not what you may think of him in return. He is the type of friend who lays not one ounce of judgment for the choices you may make in life, whatever choices they may be or may have been.
Yet neither does he pander, sympathise, nor empathise; strange as that may seem. What he does bring is understanding about whatever situation you may find yourself in, and that is a gift like no other. For we all crave more than anything to be met; to be seen, to be acknowledged for who we truly are. In a world that defines us purely by what we do and who we need to become, that is a rare thing indeed, and such a friendship, no matter how transient, is worth treasuring for all of time.
The fact is when Serge sees you, he sees you as his total equal. In that equal-ness, he recognises that you have the strength and inner wisdom also to deal with what life is showing you. He recognises that his wisdom is your wisdom, that his love is your love, that his glory is your glory also, should you so wish to claim it so.
The loveliest thing I have to say about Serge is that the friendship he offers is not done in isolation. For what he offers is the opportunity to experience the same way of being in all of one’s relationships – to experience the same love, the same open-ness, the same trust, and the same intimacy that you experience with him – with all.
Not so long ago I was going through a difficult situation in my life, and I rang Serge one morning. He answered the call, and listened to me attentively with all the care and time in the world – offering little in the way of advice, or comment, but at the same time communicating complete understanding. It was what I needed in that moment, to know that I was still OK.
Later that morning, I found out that Serge had only just come out of hospital having had a septoplasty (surgery to correct a deviated septum). I was deeply touched. Here was a man who had the divine right to take time to rest and recover in solitude, and here he was offering me his ear and complete undivided attention. The next day I was passing by his house for work, and I stopped over to drop off a dozen red roses to show my appreciation. His wife Miranda answered the door. I said I did not want to interrupt, but she insisted I come in to hand them to him personally.
The most exquisite thing was that there was no discomfort in that moment that we shared. He accepted the flowers as though it was the most natural thing in the world for another man to do. We hugged tenderly and shared a few words. That was it.
Now there is something deeply empowering – especially as a man – about being able to be open and tender with another man that has nothing to do with sexuality, but rather is about a pure connection that transcends gender, that transcends our physicality as we know it. As a man, it is wonderfully freeing to be met with such intimacy, for it gives us permission to drop our guard, to stop protecting ourselves, and to open ourselves once again to be able to feel the world in all its ugliness, in all its splendour, and know that we will be OK.
It was not the first time I have been met with such grace by Serge Benhayon. In truth it is the only way I have ever known him to be. Like many thousands of others, I am blessed to have known him personally, and the greatest appreciation that I can show is to ensure that in turn I show the same love in all of my other relationships – for that in essence is the message that Serge Benhayon, above all others, has taught me – that we are all in essence born of the one and same true love.
Thank you dear friend.
With love, Adam Warburton
