Spiritual teacher and psychiatrist, Dr Thomas Hora, spoke about the galloping evils of the Four Horsemen as being envy, jealousy, rivalry, and malice. They are quick, escalating, powerful, and a real danger for the unaware. The driving force of hatred will, most likely, be one of these horsemen. We do not have to invite them. They are an inevitable part of human interaction, and all the more so if we are successful in some area. Although we cannot stop them, we can wisely sidestep them. Knowledge is safety.Continue reading “The Four Horsemen”
Here is one of my poems from Strange Words: A Little Book of Poems and Prayers.
Who can stand it –
this uncertain bond?
Shall it be
the great blue mouth of sea?
Here is the next part of Book of Esther (Book 6 of Waldmeer).
Chapter 9: Mixed Drinks
“Weak latte (no sugar). Hot chocolate,” yelled the Waldmeer barista.
Merlyn grabbed her coffee and headed for the door. They put sugar in my coffee, she thought as she sipped it. Hang on, that’s not sweet coffee. It’s hot chocolate. The orders have been muddled. Oh, well, it tastes delicious. She then turned her thoughts to the recipient of her latte who would be missing their own order of hot chocolate. Looking around for a likely suspect, she easily spotted a woman, about her age, staring at her drink. Merlyn wondered what her reaction would be. The woman seemed to be weighing up the benefits of caffeine versus sugar and, like Merlyn, decided to go with the flow. Merlyn then realised that the mixed-drink-recipient was Esther, the psychologist.Continue reading “Book of Esther: Prana Community”
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Chapter 6: Good Things
“You don’t have to come,” said Ben.
“I’ll come,” said Merlyn. “I’m pleased that you are seeing someone. I just didn’t know.”
“She’s a shrink,” said Ben. “Not a date.”
Merlyn ignored that comment.Continue reading “Book of Esther: Yin and Yang”
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Understanding ourselves takes work and courage. Whether or not we choose to do it is up to us. Although, really, we don’t have a choice because, eventually, the pain will make it intolerable. It’s more a matter of how much pain we are willing to endure before we undergo the ‘pain’ of transformation. At least, the latter pain gets us somewhere.
Chapter 3: Introduction
It was Monday morning. As Ben walked through the glass doors of the State Ballet building, he came across one of the older professionals of the company, a friend of many years.
“Morning, Ben,” said the man. “How’s Store Creek going?”
“Morning,” said Ben. “Fine. I suppose.”
Truth be told, two weekends had passed since Ben had seen Merlyn. More, he hadn’t even spoken to her. Nor had he messaged. Every day, if not many times a day, he checked his messages to see if she had messaged him. She hadn’t.
Seeing the look on Ben’s face, his friend said tentatively, “Look, buddy, I thought you were back together but if things aren’t going quite to plan, I have a suggestion.” He waited to see Ben’s reaction. As there was no obvious displeasure from Ben about a suggestion, he continued, “The missus and I have had our ups and downs over the years. I think most people think that we have been very fortunate with our marriage and we have been but, the thing is, everyone has their problems. God knows, we’ve had many.”Continue reading “Book of Esther: Esther”
This previously unpublished article is from The Love of Devotion.
When I was in my early twenties, before my time with spiritual teacher, Dr Thomas Hora, I happily belonged to a Catholic Charismatic group. I lived in two of its communal houses and embraced community life with great enthusiasm. Such Pentecostal groups view the miraculous as common and healing as the reachable result of sincere and dedicated prayer. Faith was alive. Prayer was common. Dedication was the norm. All expected their lives to improve and whole-heartedly dedicated their days to God, in much the same way as many religious orders do. As there were so many young people drawn to the lively community, it was also fun and full of laughter. It was, indeed, a wonderful time. I felt very fortunate to find a religious group that was alive, vibrant, and flourishing. I was able to live like a member of a religious order while being a lay person. I would say that the short-coming of such groups is the vulnerability to fundamentalist thinking and its associated problems.Continue reading “Healing – A Sacred Path”
Here is the beginning of Book of Esther (Book 6 of Waldmeer)!
Chapter 1: Better or Worse
After six months of living in Store Creek with the cold weather, it was good to finally arrive at spring’s doorstep. Merlyn wondered if that was why Ben had decided to visit today. He said it was a rental inspection. But that was just a joke. At least, Merlyn hoped it was a joke. Although it was two years since their separation, they had been married for three years. Nothing needed inspecting. Continue reading “Book of Esther: Inspection”
Here is my meditation for healing and creating. Meditation is not some new-age mumbo-jumbo for ungrounded people. True meditation is intelligent, humble, and powerful. It means to become consciously alive and well – to heal our body, to clear our mind, and to free our spirit. In this way, we reduce (and often eliminate) our problems and we have the deep satisfaction of living in an ever-evolving, connected, and creative way.
He who bends to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.
Some years ago, I studied the lives of three well-known dancers/couples who danced in the early to mid-twentieth century and were all students of Christian Science which, at that time, was a thriving and innovative worldwide phenomenon. Here are the resulting articles.
Ruth St. Denis
We should realize in a vivid and revolutionary sense that we are not in our bodies but our bodies are in us. Ruth St. Denis
When Ted Shawn first saw Ruth St. Denis perform in 1911, he was enthralled. He was nineteen; a student fresh from religious studies and a ballroom dancer. He looked at the famous, thirty-two-year-old dancer with adoration. She combined his two great loves; dance and spirituality. Little did he realize that three years later, he would see her again, she would employ him to perform ballroom dancing routines in her shows, and, within the year, they would be married. Continue reading “The Winged Life”
Here is a section from the original The Love of Devotion which has returned in my latest re-edit. It includes some family history.
My grandfather, Michael John Pope, was a pioneer farmer in outback New South Wales, Australia. He built his small, four-room home, Little Oakey, from the creek-stones of the area. Behind the house was a wattle and daub (clay) kitchen and cellar. In that little home, with his wife Mary Jane, he raised five children in, what would be considered by today’s standards, primitive isolation. Continue reading “Simple Pleasures – Home”