10/01/66 Aunt [
288]'s report: "Here is a written analysis of
[
1208] by his good friend [...] who is one of the leaders of
their project:"
Now we are involved in a great problem, for one who is close
to us and whom we love dearly, is causing a destruction and
failing in us as a group, because he is so close to us and
is supposed to be working for us. And he says "How can we
reject anyone under the Law of Love", and he calls us
hypocrits. But like a lawyer he is involved in semantics
and tries to make the law work for himself for his own
purposes. At these moments he is allowed a certain
privilege of immunity and triumph because I cannot think
clearly and formulate immediate responses. So a great deal
of self analysis is involved which I commit myself to. I
know he is not right, that he is acting as a lawyer, judging
me, so I work out the answers that I have been formulating
before and during, and now. He is using the words, not
the spirit, and is trying to keep his position, assert his
importance. But the law can't be used for Self, for defense
and power. It is something to understand and live by.
Now the contradictions are in himself, for he was openly
manifesting hostile feelings toward several of us, admitted
to one that he had hated us, made a determined effort to hate
us and was successful for three days; had mocked two openly
in front of two others for his Self's aggrandizement, and so
on, all actively of the last few days. And he asserts the
semantics of the Law of Love - for what? For his own
position. He has a strong powered centered ego, and the ego
does not want to give up but use. And he seeks to get power
over us by using the semantics, not the spirit of the Law.
And maybe he is not conscious of what he is doing, and this
was asserted through honest inquiry and the desire to know.
So it must be explained to him, and so it must be explained
to him in a patient, straightforward manner, as honestly as
as I can. I have not the ability to orate with him, so how
can I? It is only to add to his confusion if I do for he
wins his points for himself - but what has been gained. He
has not permitted me time or the opportunity to explain.
So how can he win over my knowledge when he has not heard
it. He only wins the points he wishes to make, and that he
already knows because that is his strongest insistence -
To Preserve the present ego in tact in spite of all the
manifestations occurring around him that cannot function
with that ego he is asserting - for it is not him, but his
ego that I cannot love, for it serves no purpose other than
for himself, and we are trying to function out of self, as
a group, for an ideal. He is worried about the problem of
individualism - but what kind of an individual is he, bought
and sold and traded back and forth by his ego. As an
individual he is controlled - he tries to set the school
against the shop, he tries to take friend away from friend
- not for any higher purpose, but only for his own. In a
minute he is espousing high ideals, mouthing them for his
own purpose, and then when this is no satisfaction or has
not worked his ends, he goes out and lives the bases [basest]
and lowest form of principles. If he is not accepted in tact
as the leader of the ideal, then he switches sides seeks
out the enemies of and ingratiates himself with them, says
to one he is going to be on Bad Lou's side now, and for a
period tries to lead them. But how long can he do that.
He sees and knows too much, and this is only a temporary
satisfaction, an "unglad pleasure", so he comes back to
that which holds the highest he can become, but he will
not allow himself to become that, for his ego fills his
vulnerable mind with fears that he is not going to be an
individual. But look at what an individual he would be,
would have to fulfill what he knows is his purpose. So he
is not operating on faith of his own being, but on the fears
of his ego. And he can't understand why we have no fear.
So as to the Law of Love - we love him dearly for what he
is, for what is obvious to all that he can be. And we have
compassion for him for what he has let himself become and
seems so inextricably bound to by choice and desire and fear.
But we can't allow that person to work with us to become
known as us. He is not a representative of us, only of
himself. We can not carry his weigh. We cannot lift him
physically and act as puppeteers, controlling his actions and
words. He has to act from himself, as an individual, for we
are not manipulators or puppeteers. Each has his own being
to guide, to choose for, and to advance. We develop our own
individually as regard to Self and to purpose, which is to
manifest the ideal of human existence on the earth plane.
We cannot coerce or force or manipulate - each must make his
own decision all along the way, and he has his own free will
to choose, advance, follow, lead, or leave at any point along
the way.
So as an individual, he has his individualism. He stands
alone, representing only himself, with his own personal hill
- [hell?] inside him, a hell for his own creation. So let
him stand alone, trying to work his own hell's influence by
influencing others - but those he influences will not stand
long by him, because he moves too fast, switches too often.
He can only create hell in others and leave them. And that
is not our purpose - ours is "the heaven within." So is it
any wonder we can't work with him.
10/12/66 Aunt [
288]'s report: "With the help of the couple
he has been working with all summer [
1208] has just started
to work managing a small clothing shop in a nearby community.
He is on his own again and seems to have the desire to make
good. His friends hope that he will learn to stand alone,
to take responsibility, to stabilize himself, and that he
will again later join them in their cooperative project."
10/28/66 Aunt's letter: "[
1208] got married Sat. to [...].
He seems very happy. She is a very quiet girl, just 21...
a profile resembling his, almost as tall as he. Last summer
early when he first met her he told me he had never felt the
same way about a girl before, sort of protective like. She
is about as different from [[...], his first wife] as one
could possibly be, I reckon. He says, 'She loves me the way
I am and won't try to change me.' It is strange - she also
is Jewish - an only child, but adopted."
11/03/66 Mother [
934]'s letter: You know, I'm really thrilled
and happy for [
1208]. I know just what he means when he
says, 'Take me as I am, or let me go.' She will help him,
and he her. [
1208] has all the potentials. [
288] and I have
always known that - and we loved him as was and is...
"My heart goes out to [...] [his first wife]. You see, I
thoroughly understand her. Even when she gave me such a
rough time [when I was keeping house for them and taking
care of the baby], I knew how her mind worked. There's
a lot of good there, and she tried. It was a rough go for
them. I saw what was happening and, as is the way with
inlaws, I was powerless to do anything.
"If I had been as wise when [
391] and I were married, I might
have saved ours. That's hindsight, though - so now to make
the best of what lies ahead."
7/09/67 His wife [...] gave birth to their baby son in ...,
Ky.
8/68 He and his wife separated and were subsequently
divorced.
2/06/70 His Aunt [
288] wrote: "[
1208] phoned me today. He
is managing a successful boutique shop in the D.C. area. He
told me he has just finished reading the life of Alexander
the Great which tells details about him from the age of four,
and he, [
1208], can REMEMBER the incidents of Alexander's
childhood - in fact, some of these things have come out in
his dreams during the last year or so. [
1208] says he is
going to getting touch with Dr. Walter N. Pahnke, M.D.
(psychiatrist) in Baltimore, Md., hoping that Dr. Pahnke
can help him get straightened out. I asked him if there was
any special problem. He said, 'No, just the same old thing
- trying to get hold of myself.'" [Later he told us that he
did NOT see Dr. Pahnke.]
4/70 He wrote Dr. Harmon H. Bro, psychotherapist, who had
been counseling him:
Dear Harmon:
This letter may turn out to be more barabajagal than letter
but then being the wise man that you are I'm sure you will
be able to wade through it. In any case here I am.
First, He was in the world... And the world was made by
Him... And the world knew Him not...and we both know why...
Second, Let the dead bury the dead.
Third, I say, let us believe in tomorrow. Also, the shadow
of our lives never goes away. Do we not belong to each
other, all of us, every single twig and branch, brook and
ocean, are we not One great consciousness of the unity of
all life? I think we are... Then that makes love the most
important thing in the universe. I say let us believe in
love for it is the only way we have. The strength, then,
of being positive in the face of good is ALWAYS easy. But,
what of the strength of positive in the hungry face of sin,
failure, stubbing your toe, teasing a crippled mind. That
is the test of love, patience, the way of light, the Light!
Now, in my life, I have never been so sure of myself, so at
peace, so in love with life, so positive. I wish you were
here to see, it would make you smile. BUT... What of this?
She is, He was. They are. We were. Separate from the
whole. I am. I am what? What! And, so, according to what
- what is what according to? And yet if I know nothing -
which is what I think on occasion what can I say about
anything? Anything and something eliminates nothing?
I don't know. I've read stories by many brilliant men
and women. They say things which to me are still only
illusions. But, in salvation and away from nothing and
something and anything and it and that I can find the
God I know, in the green growing grass, in the wise old
oak tree, who has stood proud and mighty for many years
and is STILL MAGNIFICENT! I listen to him spread tales
of sunshine and moon mist and of the little people that
play at his feet. So where does one start when he becomes
curious of the self mystery that is ever screaming is his
head and his heart? I think he might look to nature. Study
its harmony, its perfect balance, its obvious love for its
brother. Nature in its silent humility renders ONLY the
reflection of God, and man is QUICKLY making that an illusion
as well. So, look for me among the wild flowers in a sand
castle by the sea for Love is all there is. And I want to
see and touch and smell the colours of the morning. I want
to feel the fresh air in my lungs that is the very breath
of our Creator. I want to roll in the turning, fallen leaves
of autumn and kiss the earth with my fingers. I want to run
naked through a rainbow. There are no secrets there.
Thank you all, [signed] [
1208]
4/70 His poems sent to Dr. Harmon Bro:
A ujourd 'hui C'est toi by [
1208]
There were three castles, in the beginning.
Three fairies at last.
Silence cast no shadows under rainbow skys. And I flew away
from the black cat that hides in the terror of no sky.
And, I am not afraid, for I am the sky.
the end.
A L'ombre De Nous also by [
1208]
Beware of white knuckles in the sand!
Seven were there.
and one remained.
He walked on black sand and his skin were made of stone.
His eyes clicked once and I was all alone.
Teeth clenched, knuckles white, and out of the great quiet
came the darkness that cast no shadows. And I was not
alone...
A POEM [of Progress] [
8/27/68] by [
1208]
As a young man I worshipped the black cat that lived in the
silence, in the shadows, in the memories of one's own back
yard. I played with skeletons and other creatures that once
lived and sucked the very wisdom from my mind.
I came upon a playground - a see-saw - a fountain - and a
clown-I-am. I played and played until my feet were able
to once again touch the ground. And now that I can walk and
run and even see - from within-I-am.
No longer do I linger in the shadows - no longer do I take
my meals amongst the swine. Rather I seek the way of all
great men - to return to my Father and the heaven within.
9/02/70 He visited A.R.E., saying that he had just come from
Charlottesville, where he had seen Monticello for the first
time - in this life; he could at last really KNOW that it was
all true, what the reading had said. He had the knowledge
beforehand, as he entered a room, of what he would find
there. "I love it," he said, "I want to live there NOW!"
He announced that he was going to Greece - he wanted to spend
the winter there. "I've had several experiences in dreams
which make me know I must go. For a long time I've been
complaining about conditions of the world and the so-called
'establishment.' Now I've come to realize that I personally
was responsible for starting much that has come to pass. So
I must go back over there where it all started and see if I
can find myself."
9/07/70 His mother, Mrs. [
934], wrote: "[
1208] will probably
leave for Europe this week and I trust it's right for him to
go. God will guide him, I'm sure. This excerpt I found in
one of my little books I read by Ralph Waldo Emerson. I was
pretty low one day, worried about what my boy was doing with
his life, and turned to this. It seems appropriate, doesn't
it?"
HE WILL WEAVE NO LONGER A SPOTTED LIFE OF SHREDS AND PATCHES.
BUT HE WILL LIVE WITH A DIVINE UNITY. HE WILL CEASE FROM
WHAT IS BASE AND FRIVOLOUS IN HIS LIFE, AND BE CONTENT WITH
ALL PLACES, AND WITH ANY SERVICE HE CAN RENDER. HE WILL
CALMLY FRONT THE MORROW, IN THE NEGLIGENCY OF THAT TRUST
WHICH CARRIES GOD WITH IT, AND SO HATH ALREADY THE WHOLE
FUTURE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE HEART. R. W. Emerson
9/13/70 He wrote: "I'm in a small fishing village on the
Aegean Sea [postmarked Mykonos]. It's here, I'm told, that
Alexander used to play as a child, the most beautiful place
on earth. No wonder it's produced so many men of genius.
All the men sound just like Anthony Quinn in Zorba, the
Greek. I've learned to speak quite well, apparently, for
they seem quite impressed with my Greek vocabulary. Wow!
We go to the moon, shoot Indians, let the poor die, cheat the
old and stupid, and these people - so poor yet hearts of gold
- they wear their rags like kings. The poorest Greek has as
much dignity and strength of mind and soul as the king and
queen. They're incredible. I swear, they're too much. They
ride around in their little donkey driven carts like nobody's
business, and they don't hurry unless its absolutely
necessary. I love it. We should all be Greeks again.
It would do us good. Do you know the whole darn country
closes down between 1:00-5:00! No sir! They don't hurry -
they are in complete control, and they are one people...
Everyone loves everyone - no communications gap, no put-ons.
Oh, there's quite a quality here that America needs so badly.
I'm going to stay 'til I find out what it is. I'm sure it's
a simple and obvious one, so it may take a while...
"Well, I can't begin to explain the beauty of this new world
where I am now living. First let me tell you the cities are
almost the same, but! the countryside is unreal; no, real.
Real beauty. Not a piece of litter anywhere. It is
unmistakably clean. These little farms and big ones, too,
look scrubbed clean - windows so clean you don't know they
are even there. Floors - not a speck of dirt to be found!
"Yesterday I went through the Black Forest. Remember Hansel
and Gretel? Today through the Alps. They stand like white
soldiers - tall and strong, guarding this green, green,
fertile countryside. If America is afraid of this - wow!
Each one at home should see it and remember this is the old,
backward country that we left to build a new America on.
There is not one thing at home that I can compare it with
except Jefferson's home. Boy!
"Flowers everywhere. The people are simple, beautiful people
who seem so happy and content. I could live here for a
thousand lifetimes."
10/08/70 He wrote: "Well, you're not going to find this easy
to believe, but this is what's happening to me. I ran into
a friend of mine and [...]'s from Norfolk, Va. He came to
Mykonos for a few days and we ran into each other there.
Isn't that far out? Anyway, he's going to school here in
Italy. It's the University of Italy. It's a school for
linguists and international law. He convinced me to take
the entrance examination and I was stone sure I couldn't
pass it. Well, that night I had a dream and 'Eddie Cakie'
was my prof. In my dream he [Edgar Cayce] was the head of
the school and Gladys was his secretary. Mrs. Cayce worked
in the cafeteria. Anyway, I took a test given by Harmon Bro.
'Wow! What a bunch of smart people to have in a dream.'
I passed. So, the next day I decided to try the real exam.
at the University. Anyway, I did really super. Imagine
that! So, I enrolled, and applied for the G.I. Bill."
11/25/70 He wrote Hugh Lynn from Perugia, Italy: "Things
have taken a delightful turn for the best, via school, etc.
I have made some interesting discoveries, in the Italian vein
of E.S.P., Edgar and so on. It seems I'm in the midst of
Perugia's underground, as it were (much the same as when you
and I were boys), followers of the Edgar Cayce advice. So,
as per many meetings with a group of about 20 persons I've
begun a translation of 'A SEARCH FOR GOD, Book I.' Also,
when I arrived on the scene they were Ouija Boarding it up -
medium trances, etc. Well, I straightened that out right
away with a quick experiment that I conjured up via some
hasty praying. The experiment was, if they insisted on
seances, my idea was, don't settle for any run of the mill
spirit when you can go to the head man. Always ask the top
man, right! So, I said to the medium, 'Ask to speak to
Christ and ask Him for the Way.' Well! That was surely an
experience most will not forget for some time to come. I
don't know if we had a confrontation with Him or not, but it
looks like we did. In fact it makes no difference, 'cause
the information was this: This was the first time the medium
did not talk as if possessed momentarily by some vagabond
entity. Instead the experience was more like a dream. The
medium said he and Christ walked in a garden and that - well,
to make a long one short - the Way is, SEARCH FOR GOD and
your discourse on Meditation. How about that? By the way,
could you send me a copy or two of that paper on meditation,
the one you used for the Free University lectures?
"Please excuse my rotten grammar and sentence structure -
it's just a handicap that I must live with for now."
Sincerely, [
1208]
[
1208]'s note to HLC:
ASSISI
Chicsa di S. Francesco - Tomba del Santo
La Basilique de Saint Francois - Le lembee du Saint
The Church of St. Francis - The Saint's Tomb
Basilika St. Franziskus - Grab des Heiliglum
Hugh Lynn -
This is where I attend Church - It's mentioned in Elsie's
Book - the one on dreams: "[?]"
She might like to see it. By. [
1208]
11/25/70 He wrote: "Soon school will be out for two months
and I'll be leaving Italy because it's much too expensive for
me. I suppose I'll go to Africa where I can live for about
80 cents a day."
12/02/70 He wrote: "I've decided to leave for Spain and
stretch out my dollars there... I hope I can earn some money
so I can stay on in the spring to finish my school."
12/28/70 "Here I am in Africa... I never in my whole life
expected to be in Africa. It is so HEAVY." [Marrakesh,
Morocco.]
1/10/71 He ret'd to U.S.A., but said he expected to return
to Italy by Apr. 1st.
2/10/71 GD's note: I came across this extract from a book
which I copied some years ago and thought it would be well
to add to the Reports on 1208-1:
Copied by GD
9/16/54
Apparent parallel between Thomas Jefferson and Alexander the
Great, according to the following extract from E. Schure's
book, JESUS, THE LAST GREAT INITIATE (Wm. Rider & Son, London
1917), pp.
3-4:
If there was one who understood what the world needed, and
who endeavored to restore this need by an effort of heroic
genius, that one was Alexander the Great. The legendary
conqueror, initiated, as was also his father, Philip, into
the mysteries of Samothrace, proved himself even more of an
intellectual son of Orpheus than a disciple of Aristotle.
Doubtless, the Achilles of Macedonia, who, accompanied by
a mere handful of Greeks, crossed Asia as far as India,
dreamed of universal empire, but not after the fashion of
the Caesars, by oppression of the people, and the destruction
of religion and unfettered science. His grand idea was to
reconcile Asia and Europe by a synthesis of religions,
supported by scientific authority. Impelled by this thought,
he paid homage to the science of Aristotle, as he did to the
Minerva of Athens, the Jehovah of Jerusalem, the Egyptian
Osiris, and the Hindu Brahma, recognizing, as would a
veritable initiate, an identical divinity and wisdom beneath
these differing symbols. This new Dionysus possessed a broad
sympathy and mighty prophetic insight. Alexander's sword
typified the last flash of the Greece of Orpheus,
illuminating both East and West. The son of Philip died
in the intoxication of victory and the glorious
accomplishment of his dream, leaving the shreds of the
empire to selfish and rapacious generals. But his thought
did not die with him; he had founded Alexandria, where
Oriental Philosophy, Judaism, and Hellenism were to be fused
in the crucible of Egyptian esoterism, until the time might
be ripe for the resurrection word of the Christ.
See Source File Key #1208 for astrological chart submitted
on 2/74 by Dorothy Moore, 6842 Merrille Lane, Dallas, TX
75214 re 1208-1.
7/13/77 GD's note:
He [
1208] gave me this poem today, based on a dream he had.
I think it was composed for him by a friend.
[
1208]
A child of light
conceived by impact
of such force of purpose and desire
to change the world and
bring a new world into being.
A child of love
conceived in space by union of
two worlds held separate,
apart to make a union
together more by separateness
except for peaks of oneness in their being
that puts the sunlight in the sky.
A cosmic child
conceived by oneness of such magnitude
to slip the bonds of earthly form
and testify the union of "I AM"
a man to heal the world.
A child of splendor
conceived in shimmering water
in promise of a final universal union
through which the One, the All
declares this early Wednesday dawn
"This is MY son!"
Rejoice!