One morning, at the breakfast table of the yearly Headless Gathering in Salisbury, I was chatting and joking along with some friends. Suddenly, by a flash of enlightening awareness, I realized we were Dutch, German, English and Israeli. As a people we had been at war with each other some 70 years ago. There was no trace of this left. Not even a thankful healing, and not even the remembrance had it not come to me. I realized this is the power of Headlessness, and also the benevolent universe that naturally erases our wounds in time if we don't hold on to them.