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Federico’s Collected Quotes – 2

This is a collection of quotes, created by Federico Balsa from conversations that took place in The Seeker's Café... SEEKERS´ QUOTES INSTALLMENT # 6 TAKEN FROM MEETING HELD ON DECEMBER 14, 2019 EDITOR´S NOTE: THERE MAY BE A DEGREE OF PARAPHRASING IN THE QUOTES. QUOTEES ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO PUBLISH ANY CORRECTIONS THEY FEEL ARE NECESSARY QUOTED FROM: STEFFAN SOULE ON THE TOPIC:   “What is CONVICTION?”   Conviction is an interesting part of...

Federico’s Collected Quotes – 1

Federico Balsa, one of the Seeker's Café regulars, has chosen to record what he regards as wise or significant statements made by various memebrs of the Café during their regular Saturday morning meetings. What follows is a collection of those quotations. From Records of Gurdjieff's Paris Meetings, 1943 quoted by Robin Bloor ON THE TOPIC:   “Ashiata Shiemash”   “In the beginning, the sexual act was only meant to be used for the...

A Strange Brew from the Seekers Cafe – Part 1

Rob Schmidt and I have recently become involved in a fascinating experiment in conversation called The Seekers Café. Conversation participants are senior spiritual practitioners primarily, though not exclusively, drawn from The Fourth Way tradition. Currently, members of this group meet on a weekly basis for a Zoom video conference to explore matters of interest in the Work as well as planning for the introduction of a public...

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.   Dead man naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon;   When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot;   Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;   Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion.   Under the windings of the...

Hurricane Carter

About 6 years ago, in Austin, I ran into one of the lawyers who dealt with the case of Rubin Carter, the legal team who finally got him released. He was seeking me out because of a book I wrote (To Fathom The Gist Vol 1). He was very old but still coherent. I already knew the main details of Rubin Carter's story, but he added some depth. Rubin "Hurricane" Carter, the former champion boxer spent almost 20 years in prison and came close to being...

The King of the Wood

This remarkable essay comes from  “The Golden Bough,” by Sir James George Frazer. The King of The Wood Who does not know Turner’s picture of the Golden Bough? The scene, suffused with the golden glow of imagination in which the divine mind of Turner steeped and transfigured even the fairest natural landscape, is a dream-like vision of the little woodland lake of Nemi—“Diana’s Mirror,” as it was called by the ancients. No one who has seen that...

Sonnet 146 – On Death

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,  Why feed’st these rebel powers that thee array? Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,  Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease,  Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,  Eat up thy charge? is this thy body’s end? Then soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,  And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms...

The Sermon on the Mount

The Sermon on the Mount -  And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying,     Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.     Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.     Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.     Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness:...

Cactus Land

This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man’s hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. ~ T S Eliot

Nepenthe

Give me Nepenthe     With the lulling eyes To shut away the world!     To sleep, to dream, And in this clover-scented air    Slip through imprisoning Time And find my Spirit free! Alas, not thus     Shalt thou escape from Time. Thou wilt return again     And yet again Till thou hast paid     The uttermost farthing. Didst thou not know     Time is a debtors prison? Whom dost thou owe?     Owe not Nepenthe. ~From Maurice Nicoll