Retirement from Keyport in ’76

Shamcher was the oldest civil servant in the US, when he finally retired at 80 to work on OTEC, returning to the U of California Richmond Field Station as emeritus.

Below is the article written at the time of his retirement.

Not the Retiring Type: The Story of Bryn Beorse

You wouldn’t have known he was 80 by looking at him, but that was his age when he finally retired from Keyport on December 22, 1976.

The slightly white-haired man who spoke with a bit of a Norwegian accent was well-thought-of by his coworkers who would remember him as one who had the incredible ability and initiative to pursue more than a dozen different fields of study in his lifetime.

Born in Norway in 1896, Bryn earned his masters degree in civil engineering there. Before coming to the U.S. in 1938, he traveled to more than 65 different countries and worked all over the world.

Bryn was a pioneer in the field of thermal energy, with ideas thought to be ahead of his time. Preferring thermal to atomic, he believed that a system of thermal energy plants in the earth’s warm oceans could provide 200 times as much energy as needed in this country.

Before coming to Keyport in 1961, he worked at the University of California, Boeing, and North American Aviation.He was 65 when he first passed through the Station’s gates, an age at which most have already retired. Bryn believed that age had nothing to do with limitation, “when you run into a barrier one place, then you should look elsewhere,” he said.

Bryn spent 15 years as an engineer in the Quality Assurance Program. He enjoyed his work at Keyport because he held an appreciation for U.S. weapons and the role they played in World War II.

At the age of 80, Bryn was faced with a mandatory retirement regulation by which he abided with some regret, but with even more hope for a new career field to pursue.

As he left Keyport, he affirmed that keeping active would keep him young. “I don’t think long life is a sign of a man being very wise. But keeping the mind bubbling with ideas all the time helps a man to live fully.”

Bryn Beorse upon retiring from Keyport
Bryn Beorse upon retiring from Keyport

(from Maritime Park Association)

Letters: Shamcher Beorse and Carol Sill, 1974-1977

Now released!

This book of letters reveals an intimate and unique relationship between a teacher and pupil on the Sufi path.

A contemporary western mystic, Shamcher Beorse had been a pupil of the great Sufi, Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan in the 1920’s. Carol Sill was a young beginner on the spiritual path, grieving the sudden death of her only son. Fly along as Shamcher intuitively guides her through the winding routes of Love’s progress, growth and development.

With Shamcher by her side she opened to a world that had been previously closed to her. Share her discoveries as a dazzled and astonished neophyte, learning how to live without her body, and to proceed beyond eyes, ears and even beyond mind.

This process of inner development is all documented here – in real time, through the original correspondence, for Shamcher mailed all Carol’s letters back to her, with copies of his own, asking her to publish them.

Read this book as it was written: as an unfolding correspondence of the soul.

Find out more at the website for the book, or see it on Amazon. Also available on Kindle.

Full Employment

From Planet Earth Demands (unpublished ms.) regarding a proposal for full employment:

While there will always be periodic changes in business activity, it may be maintained at levels that are at all times satisfactory. While some may still dislike their jobs, it is possible, in view of our many urgent options, to offer a choice of several jobs to any applicant. The Kennedy Administration planned a supersurvey that would list resources, manpower and potentials and thus put the entire nation to work based, less on workers’ previous experience, rather on being taught and trained at work in the new procedures of coming decades.

A slam-bang meeting, a talkaton of all the groups working on various parts of this jigsaw puzzle was planned when tragedy struck. [the assassination of Kennedy] These workers, who had toiled with financial nightmares in many corners of the world, scattered. The effort collapsed.

These repeated efforts to bring sense and reason into the chaos of our economy has been followed by keen observers abroad, not the least because the whole world’s economy and happiness is so closely related to America’s. Sir William Beveridge, one of England’s clearest and most dedicated thinkers, said on various occasions, “If the United States, possibly the only nation able to achieve full employment here and now — would actually accomplish this, she would thereby do more good than by all her aid and all her wars — not only for herself but for all of us.”

Teachers, Successors

From various correspondence:

You opened your eyes and let me look into your mind and beyond to your heart and soul.  A “thank you” is too feeble to express my feeling.  Didn’t you give me glimpse of The ONLY BEING?

And “manners” – are signs of the heart.

Please forgive me when, like that sufi in one of Idries Shah’s stories, I tell some people what they want to hear, because, as this sufi explained, “I am not his teacher, so I just support his belief in his own way, which is all he can take.”

In the West, discipleship are not and cannot be exactly as in the East.  Pir-O-Murshid learned this gradually, painfully, but at last perfectly.   There will always be different degrees of discipleship, not merely “mureeds and true mureeds” but a million finely distinguishable degrees.

No “successor” is a copy of the predecessor.

You have no slightest obligation to admire or approve what one pir thinks or does, not, for that matter do you need to criticise him, but, like me, you see the flame from within your own heart and so you can storm ahead and work and suffer all kinds of people, the devoted pir–worshippers , the equally devoted God–worshippers who see no “pir”.

(Click here for a random post from somewhere else in this blog.)

Edmonton Declaration 1978

Concerning the Edmonton Sufis’ Declaration
By Carol Sill

During the split between the Order and SIRS, Shamcher sent me this Declaration, telling me it was from me, and that we were to send it out to all Sufis. He gave me the names and addresses of many I did not know, and then pushed this Declaration whenever and wherever possible. No one knew that he had written it, and even with me he insisted that I had done it. This is what it said:

We the undersigned Sufis of Edmonton, in the province of Alberta in Canada, reached the Sufi world through the message of Hazrat Inayat Khan.
We are a nucleus of the Brotherhood of all beings united in the ONLY BEING – humans, animals, plants, bacteria; all other beings, including the events appearing as bodies or objects on the earth, in the solar system, the galaxies – the entire universe.
We are members of the Sufi Order headed by Pir Vilayat Khan, and accept as equal members all of this order and respect the tenets of that order at all times. Pir Vilayat was the initiator of some of us. We equally are members of the Federation of Sufi Groups formed under the friendship-guidance of Hidayat Khan and all members of these groups are members with equal rights accepted by us. We equally are members of SIRS based in San Francisco and established by Murshid Samuel Lewis, now headed by Moineddin Jablonski, and all members of this organization are accepted equally with us.
We are members of and accept the members of each and every Sufi group in the world, every religious group, every group of any other character; every individual, of any type, human, animal, plant, mineral, or, in terms of modern physics – events. All these form the brotherhood in the fatherhood of God.
All titles, all ideas, all structures of any mind are respected and honored by us, though not held sacred. Only ONE is sacred: THE ONLY BEING.

( then it is signed by 17 of us – some who are still very much involved in the sufi effort.)

Comments on this decaration poured in to us, and to him. Here he comments on two responses:
“Thanks for mailing me the Declaration. Once you become a really sensitive Receiver of Vibrations, though, how do you filter out the “bad” and allow only the “good” to pass through?”
Shamcher: You accept all as they are, then let your own influence play. How long does that take? No matter.
“Your message put into declaration the feelings of “One single Brotherhood in the fatherhood of God” that we also feel.”
Shamcher: This is the answer for the individual sufi. Whatever or however this can be embodied in an organisation such as the Sufi Order depends of course on circumstances which only the official of that organisation can know.

I wish that I were finding the sense of more unity which you mentioned in your letter to friends, but I am still coming across many people who are either totally confused by the present situation or are vehemently taking sides. The confusion one can understand, but antagonistic side-taking is more difficult to deal with. Found a quote from “the Message” papers by Hazrat Inayat Khan that I felt worth sending to you. This particular section is entitled “Private Lecture for Mureeds and Friends” given in Brussels, December 17, 1923, notes taken by Madame Graeffe. “It is a great pity that religions, whether in the East or West, have their own creeds and Church. When it comes to brotherhood they say: ‘We have our brotherhood, you have yours’. Each thinks: they have their own brotherhood, But the way to look at it is as one brotherhood. Therefore the work of the Sufi Movement is not to create a Sufi Brotherhood. It is not a brotherhood, but a means to create a brotherhood, it is working for human brotherhood.”

30 January 1978

Dear ___,
Your quote from Inayat Khan in your letter of January 4 (which I received today) shows that your have found the sense of unity. Another and more exuberant expression of the same is the Edmonton Sufis’ declaration, which should be enough for any one to see and find the sense of unity.
Inayat Khan publicly dissociated himself from a “murshida” appointed, by himself, who had disturbed the sense of unity. Inayat Khan repeatedly told stories of how even Prophets had failed, as for example in his story about Kidr and Moses. So why do people look transfixed at “leaders” and forget to look at plain people like the ones from Edmonton?
Sam Lewis wrote me letters containing the most ridiculous accusations of sufis he had never seen. Yet, his heart was mostly good. Only when you look sternly at “leaders” do you see division, and you see division among others who also look sternly and expectantly at “leaders”. But “leaders” are not leaders in that sense. Before you have learned dependence on yourself alone and on whoever you find who represents unity, whether they are “leaders” or floor-sweepers, you can find no “unity”.

Love and devotion,

(Shamcher adds this comment: How lucky for all of us that the Edmonton group chose to talk rather than keep “silence” which is the advice of so many “mystics”. Or should Inayat Khan, Sam Lewis, and Jesus have kept silent rather than talking? Or, can you see gold where it appears? Hierarchies are games, which, rightly understood and used, have a purpose, but which most often are not rightly understood or used.)

Many of his letters dealt with this issue, using the Declaration of the Edmonton Sufis as a point of dialogue.

1 February 1978
Dear G.,
Thank you very much for your letter of 26 January. You are perfectly right in your characterization of the non-hierarchial attitude of the International Federation. In a sense I am the initiator of this organization. I realised these things from my 25 years. Today, at 81, I have seen how, not only philosophical-religious organizations but also whole nations, their “civil service”, their hierarchical working places, businesses, departments are destroyed by the hierarchial systems. You are right and you and I are ahead of most of the other members of this organizations.
It is essential, furthermore, that a close contact is maintained with those who have not yet discovered or realized this. This is where the Edmonton Sufis declaration beautifully and timely comes in. It does not break with anybody. It certainly does not accept any hierarchy but manages to keep their mouths shut on that particular issue in order to serve its very special purpose. Its message has cheered and enlightened people all across the sufi community. Their particular declaration was not issued by you or your federation. And perhaps could not be, at this time. It was issued by the Edmonton Sufis, for a purpose completely in accord with you spiritually, yet fulfilling another and as important function in its own way and manner. If you don’t see this yet, please do not answer yet, until you have meditated upon it in the light of Inayat Khan or, as he would say, in the light of God, for he was the most humble of prophets, who even wrote about Kidr, whom the prophet Moses tried to follow but Moses was not wise enough. So Inayat Khan even admitted that a prophet may be wrong. And he repeatedly corrected his own “murshidas” in front of all of us, one time Murshida Green, when she said something wrong to me, (I did not tell him, he knew.)
Of course, I would like to see a copy of your rules, as also the Edmonton group will, and since your organization now requires me to get that from the D. I shall ask them, even though I knew you before I knew the D., I know you better than I know the D., but they have humbly asked my forgiveness for throwing me out of their “Movement” after having had me conduct all their universal services every Sunday — by now, as you know, they have themselves left the “movement”.
Hidayat Khan and I are in deep communication with each other. If in the future you should again doubt my understanding of or loyalty to yours and his federation, please ask Hidayat.

(Click here for a random post from somewhere else in this blog.)

Shamcher Memories by Sabira Scott

Sabira had been very close to Shamcher in the later years, when he lived in Berkeley. She was his assistant, secretary and close friend who took him to the beach every week for a run along the sand. One of these memories was posted earlier in this archive, but here are all of them, as she had written them and sent them to the Sufi Order publication, The Message.
Shamcher Memories by Sabira Scott

“He is a mast exquisite voice, a voice that all the world encompasses, voice of Brahma, voice of oceans…”(Buddhist scripture)

We were at a meeting. I heard someone say that Shamcher had died. I rushed frantically aver to where he was, and found him lying on a couch covered with a huge glass box. I pressed my head to the glass. He opened his bright, blue eyes — looked at me and smiled. He seemed to be saying, “There is no death, see, I am still here with you. Do I not smile and wink at you?”

He said, “To me a Sufi teacher is one that meets you where you are and understands your mind and may say very little or nothing at all, but he PROJECTS into you what you need to know, and often more, which you can resolve and bring into order through the months and years as they pass.”
Shamcher was young-in-heart — God was his playmate, his friend, his companion. Shamcher felt that he was nothing, that God was the whole universe — some people mouth La Illaha, Il Allah Hu — Shamcher lived it — there was no difference between God and Shamcher — between Shamcher and God.

Shamcher’s sister had a stroke. He asked me if I would drive him to Glendale to see her in the nursing home. When we arrived, Aasta was comatose — hooked up to various “life-saving” devices: (tubes in every orifice). Shamcher spoke endearingly to her in Norwegian, tenderly holding her face in his hands. She responded — but not on a physical basis–but I could “see” the communication flowing between them.
After we left the hospital, Shamcher said that he had seen the “Angel of Death.” He was silent for a while, and then started to sing the Zhikr. Instead of the usual way, however, he broke into: LA ILLA HA (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) ILLA ALLAH HU!…. ….we both broke into paroxysms of laughter and delight. It seemed as if we were celebrating her eventual release from pain. It was a never-to-be-forgotten moment of sheer bliss.

There are other wonderful stories:

Shamcher wrote letters to everyone: famous and infamous. He would never proof read these documents — saying to me, “If a man judges me by my mistakes, I don’t want to deal with him.”
One time he wrote a very important government VIP: “Communication is impissable with you.” Another time he said: “My diseased friend (meaning deceased); another time he wrote: “Your wife frizzy, (instead of Fritzy), and so forth…….
Every Saturday we would exchange letters; I would file his and he would read any that I had written. He shared almost everything with me — some letters were so beautiful I would cry while reading them. He always knew exactly what to say to each person to help them to grow — to answer a question they had to know — to bring peace to an aching heart.

One day, Shamcher decided to blow up a Pepperidge Farm cracker bag. When he couldn’t do it, his beautiful blue eyes sparkled and he laughed; he said, “You see, I am a complete failure!”

Each week (weather permitting) we would go to the local beach. There Shamcher would run up and down on the sand, dipping into the water to wet his legs. He found the water healing to his body. However, if his swim trunks got wet, he would slip into his raincoat and change them for a dry pair which he always brought along. He considered the ocean his “mother,” and would often talk about just going into it and never coming back — then would say, “But I still have work to do…I can’t do that.” We would eat on the beach: cheese, fruit, crackers, bread. He especially enjoyed reading the funny papers there. Much of the hours there would be spent silently — side-by-side, each into our own space/thoughts.

The first time I met Shamcher he walked into Hurkalya to attend a meeting, and all I could see were two very blue eyes coming in- no body– just two bright blue eyes!!

“My head is a receiving station” (When Shamcher wanted to remember something he would tap his head — and the idea/thought would pop out). “Optimism and pessimism are both wrong — there is no right or wrong. A man does what he does. “Reality is the most unrealistic thing there is.”

We were in Miami for an OTEC convention. We had borrowed my daughter’s car and were driving down the highway to pick up Mansur. I noticed the gas gauge said, “empty.” I tried not to panic and turned to Shamcher and said, “Think full, Shamcher, think full.” He said he would try. We approached a gas station; it was 6:45 am. An old man came shuffling out of the station and we asked him to please fill up the tank. He opened the gas tank, inserted the nozzle — and started yelling –“Lady, your tank is already full'” Sure enough the gas was spurting all over his legs and feet! He went rushing in to get a mop — we sat there in hysterics.

Again, we were driving; again we were almost out of gas, lost in Orinda, Ca. Shamcher got out of the car right in the middle of the highway and started waving his arms around. As a car came toward him he continued to signal it to stop. He wasn’t a bit afraid for his life — only wanted to get the car to stop. It did. And would you believe, they actually escorted us to the nearest gas station!

We often got lost while driving; we simply had a propensity for ending up somewhere else. One time, again while in Miami, we used a Jewish Synagogue as our direction point — only the problem was that it always seemed to have moved to another side of the street. So we would say, “Well, it isn’t that we are lost; it is that they keep moving the Synagogue”

This is kind of risque, but am sure Shamcher wouldn’t mind my sharing this day at the beach. We would go to the beach every Saturday so that Shamcher could experience the healing water on his legs. So one day I had gone for my usual run down the beach (we’d go separately so as not to leave our things unattended) — when I returned he met me halfway and said in much consternation, “While you were gone I had to pee, so I used the wall in back of us — and do you know what happened? Someone was taking pictures. Do you suppose the police will come to arrest me?” So I went along with it, and said,”Oh Shamcher, maybe it was the newspaper and they will have your picture on the front page: “Sufi Murshid caught at beach with his pants down–and he hadn’t even voted yet–famous engineer spends lazy day on the beach instead of voting – exposes himself in public.

We went to buy Shamcher some shoes. I said, “But Shamcher don’t you worry about wearing someone else’s shoes?” He said, “Oh no, I can change any vibrations instantly.” So he sat down on a stone step and then later a ‘crippled’ chair and tried on outrageous shoes: none really fit, but he said, “Don’t you know that shoes should always be too big?” We got one pair from one merchant and then went across the way to buy another from her sister. It was a joyous/wonderful experience. He, of course, charmed both shoe salesladies.

The Devil decided that nothing should be done, so he started the first committee.

A man tried to get into a party. They said, “Who do you think you are? The Mayor?” “Oh no, more than that.” “Well, the president, then?” “Oh no, “More than that!” “ Maybe the Pope?” “More than that!” “Oh you think you are God? Nothing is greater than That!” “Yes, nothing – nothing is greater than God, and that is what I am!”

Halima was desperately ill with leukemia. Shamcher went to see her. I said, “What a blessing that will be for her.” He said, “No, she will bless me, for she is so close to Heaven,”

Shamcher called me one morning; after five minutes the operator interrupted; he said, “Shut up!” and asked me to call him back. I tried but the line was busy — in a phone booth? How strange! When finally I got him, he said the operator kept insisting he owed five cents and he said he didn’t have five cents. “But you owe five cents,” she said — and kept saying it. He said, “Well, I am an old man and don’t keep extra five cents in my pocket,” he said. “You owe five cents.” “Well, I have 5 pennies.” “No, you can’t put pennies in!!!” Well, he did anyway — and when I called him back we laughed like two little kids — he said, “Well I probably ruined that phone for good!” What a sense of humor; how delicious he is!

“Sabira, Shiva never lived in a human body, you know! Some people have to have the symbol that he did live in a body, but those who know more than this know that God is all there is — He has many names.”

What if there wasn’t a Soul? Would I still be willing to die? And I answered, ‘yes,’ for it wouldn’t make any difference.” “But, of course, there really isn’t a Soul because the Soul and you are one — there isn’t any difference!”

One day Shamcher said, “Oh I have lost my sole!” I looked surprised, whereupon he looked down at his shoes from which a sole was missing.

“As far as fighting nuclear, there are SHOCK TROOPS and FUTURE BUILDERS. One climbs the fences; another works with the forces of darkness and building the future.”

“God is everything and in all things but unconcerned about any living thing — like a farmer. Do you think he Cares about every seed he plants? He tills the soil; waters, plants; digs weeds; harvests, but he cannot care for every single plant. This is God! God is my playmate. He is everywhere — you and God are the same –‘YOU’, and He is the SELF– the real you! That ‘YOU’ (the Soul) is the real one.”

In “wars,” there are the shock-troops and the empire builders. The shock-troops lay their lives on the line; the empire builders build the future in a different way. Some people should climb the nuclear station fences; Some should not–they cannot be sacrificed that way.

(from a letter to Prof. Merchant in India)
“My sister died and I am so glad for her. She worked hard and often suffered. When we make our loving bonds here on earth, I think our love should extend to their parting into their next and often more exciting world. We will see them there. We are going too. This is not “some act of fate.” lt is part of a scenario. She is taking a long journey–to us an unknown journey. There is no difference in her continued usefulness – and enjoyment. There is not as lively communication as before, but that is just temporary. I don’t see a stern ‘God’ distributing fates. We are all in this creation and distributing, we are all GOD or part of Him. We often act strange — to the despair of others who act more normally. To me there is not an all-powerful monster directing our lives. We are directing it ourselves, through known and unknown parts of us. It is only temporary that the unknown parts are unknown. I don’t pray to some stern God. I don’t see one. I see playmates and co-sufferers. We are all in this. We all created this world — and ourselves. You are ‘god’ and so am I.”

Shamcher discovered that if one would buy five shares of Exxon stock and send in a proposal to the stockholders’ meeting — that said proposal had to be presented to every stockholder for their proxy votes. After sending in said proposal which stated that Exxon should build and implement OTEC plants, he received two long distance calls from two Vice.Pres. of EXXON. Both asked him to withdraw his proposal. When he demurred, they sent out a team of “experts” to help him to change his mind. They even suggested that they could use legal means to “help” him to change his mind. He then wrote them that unless they continued to do research on OTEC, he would not withdraw the proposal.

“When I die, Sabira, I will not reincarnate. I will have become dissolved in the Universe.” (Jan. 26, 1980)

We used to laugh about Shamcher being able to change/influence the weather. ‘One time he said, “You know I can’ t really do anything, but when I ask God to do it, He says, ‘What do you mean, WE ARE THE SAME PERSON, AREN’T WE?”

“Some people came to see me before going to visit a famous Tibetan Lama. I said, ‘I’m glad you came to me first.'”

“Sabira, you don’t have a soul; YOU are Soul.” (3/8/80)

When Shamcher made out the papers willing his body to science he wrote in the space that said, ‘”How is your health?” “IMMACULATE,” In the space that said, “Race,” he wrote “WHAT IS THAT?”

He said to me, “Sabira, do you remember whom I was talking to the other day?” I said, “Was it a man or a woman?” He said, “I don’t know the difference anymore; they are all just people!!!”

Shamcher used to tell me that he had dreams of no bathrooms in Heaven. On the day of the Memorial, I was thinking of this, and a bird let go on my head. I looked up and said, “Hello, Shamcher.”

“Evil is necessary so God can know Himself. Evil is a counterforce to God or good; we do not know how to cooperate with the Divine purpose. Good and evil are just words and words are not a reality.”

When travelling to Los Gatos with a friend, Shamcher’s ride ran out of gas. Instead of “thinking full” as he had done in Florida, Shamcher concentrated on the cars directly in front of them in the queue. Due to this concentration, two cars got tired of waiting and left the line. When they finally got to the gas pumps, they were the last to receive gas for that entire day! Had he not concentrated, the other two cars would not have left the lineup.

This power of Shamcher’s was a gift of Grace–he could often influence people to do something they otherwise would never have done: ie: change their lives; move from the line of direction (see above); leave/start a job; change their concepts about some long-held idea. Shamcher never told you what to do; you just would find yourself doing it…and wondering how such a thing were possible.

Constant in Shamcher’s philosophy and advice was “Be a lamp unto yourself.” He did not believe that any person was a master to any other person; felt that even the prophets of old were worshipped instead of the people. He said, “We overestimate the founders of the religions; and underestimate the present people.” Shamcher did not believe in hierarchy – only in the hierarchy of people doing what they did best — and because people felt capable and whole around him, they did do their best – they would come forward to excel because he lit the fire within each of us and helped us to discover what was already there.

“Your body is the whole universe. You ARE THE WHOLE UNIVERSE. You expand and contract as the universe — absorb all of the qualities of the universe; absorb and counter any negativity. Become the eyes and ears of every sentient being–feel the compassion, the sorrow, the pain, the joy, the bereavement, the hope, the despair…. …”


The touch of my beloved’s lips between my brows
An instant of perfection spreading crown-upward.

The glance of my beloved’s eye piercing the inner chambers of my being.
The breath of my beloved united with mine.

The body of my beloved welded with mine-though he “knew” me not.
The sight of my beloved reflected in the clear glass of God’s vision.

To him I am beautiful!

(Click here for a random post from somewhere else in this blog.)

Direct Communication

From correspondence:

All titles or hierarchies expressed in this world, while pretending to be functions, are not true functions but dilettantic games. You have a very good mind. Why do you still worry about these things?

Now as to direct communication: That happens in a world for which the language we use, such as English, French, or Arab or Russian — has no words. Therefore any explanation would be entirely faulty. I knew, not always but often, people’s feelings or thoughts when I was a child. I could communicate directly with Inayat Khan at age 26-29 but not with others at that time. By simple meditations I gradually regained lost talents — though not until I was in the seventies. Patient meditation did it. Often you write to me about your feelings and views that I already know. But it seems to me you are more angry with me than you express in your gracious letters. Your ideas on this would be appreciated.

Can I teach you to thus communicate? No, and I believe nobody can. But I can tell you how I achieved a half-way ability and you might try the same: Meditation at definite hours each day. For example from 4:20 a.m. on in the morning. That suits me. And the breathing I taught you before that, in fresh air. Now, what kind of meditation? For you I would think: No object: no person, no picture but simply void your mind of appetites — for food, sex, possessions, progress, money, wealth, fame. In the emptiness a third part of yourself peeps forth: Intuition. After many or few years. After months or centuries. That is all I can say.

There are psychics. They are called, in my book, distorted. They tell you they can predict events with 80% accuracy. Phooey on them. God has not even decided on those issues and they try to rob God of his options. So many astrologers do the same. You may call the psychic talents “gifts”. Mostly they are gifts produced by a misdirected urge, another appetite. An appetite for being different, able to do what most others cannot do. Not bad in itself, perhaps, but bad when predicting happenings — instead of creating those happenings by our actions. Not merely mystics but doctors, economists, senators play the stupid game of forecasts. Forecasts become excuses for inaction. They are based on past follies rather than the future we should create. In that sense psychics are undesirable. You may reach a stage where you see patterns, but you know or should know that these patterns may not necessarily occur. You try to change what ought to be changed, rather than advertising your wonderful sixth or fourteenth sense.

(Click here for a random post from somewhere else in this blog.)

Every Willing Hand

14 March 1980
Dear G.,
New York may just have forgotten that they just published Every Willing Hand. I guess it is better you write them than I, and, if you like, express a willingness to handle Every Willing Hand – though you may refrain when you see it – no “please” at all but a fighting mad author who warned HU: “You may be sued by all the people whose letter I quote without permission”. “No trouble” replied Shahabuddin “They can take our old press. That’s all we got, and good riddance.”
Tell NY you are the first who ever handed me a check – and on what? On some 8 and two-year old stuff: A State of Almost and Fairy Tales are True. From none of the other books I published, though they were best sellers some of them, I never received a cent and I was too uninterested in money to ever ask or bother them. And now A. sends me a whole 18 dollars and even more. Greet her with my very best and special thanks.

Yes, I am coming to OMEGA, was just phoned about today. That I am not so far on the list does not matter: They wish to keep the biggest surprises top (or bottom) secrets!!!… Yes, Inayat Khan told Pir Vilayat to keep the hierarchy – and he told others some other equally interesting things with apparent contrasting content. So is every sane message. And the personality to whom the message is given is intricately and helplessly woven into that message, which is for the person receiving it -and for nobody else. What anybody else has to do is ask for their own specific message and – not to accept for them a message given to another. The beautiful sanity. No, Pir Vilayat does not need to ask me or anybody else about IRAN, but in that area we are working very much in tandem, without consultation….in the Buddhist tradition fourteen sects advance fourteen different and contradictory systems – all of them approved by the Buddha, in addition what he gives openly or secretly to fifteen thousand other friends outside the fourteen. War, yes, we’ll try to steer away from it – just try …
My more, infinitely humbler greetings….Shamcher, Bryn, etc.

(Click here for a random post from somewhere else in this blog.)