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The Passion of the Types

The Wisdom of the Dalai Lama Jan 11, 2021…when the World has been shocked…

Wisdom of the Dalai… At the end of his talk someone from the audience asked the Dalai Lama, “Why didn’t you fight back against the Chinese?” The Dalai Lama looked down, swung his feet just a bit, then looked back up at us and said with a gentle smile, “Well, war is obsolete, you know.” […]

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To my Beloved Brother, Peter…He who loved me first.

PUMPKIN by Michael Naylor I am thinking of my brother Peter flung…catapulted through a windshield like a cannonball his lifeblood spilled smeared, scattered like shattered glass by the crazy thunder of metal, windshield, flesh mixed in a blender of pavement and night and veins hurled into eternity, and headlights flying at him like blazing saucers

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The Spiritual Journey: “On the Road to Find Out” by Cat Stevens (a new rendition!), a Beloved Four

This song was one that inspired me through many journeys of darkness, confusion, heartbreak and suffering, telling me to keep coming forward, keep coming forward, you will find your way home. This has a darker, more serious tone to it than the original, a gutsy, jazz feel to it.

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Essence, Personality and the Nature of Transformation by Maurice Nicoll

Maurice Nicoll is perhaps one of the most profound writers that is nearly completely unknown, and provided thorugh his work, a huge collection of inner practices and perspectives. Once you have your Enneagram type in hand, your are all dressed up with often no place to go, except into your imagination and thinking center, wherein

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Honoring Ruth Bader Ginsburg–a beautiful Type One

This gorgeous invocation by Maya Angelou “When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety. When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear. When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on

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