Letters From You
I was a student of yours in the early 1970s. My group spent time with you at Crestline and in New York City. Those were the days of Al-Wahshi and .The Spiritual Science of DNA. Although my time with you was brief, you have been and continue to be a major influence in my life.
When I think back to those days, I remember a few things that you helped me with. I was a shy girl in a bad relationship that I couldn.t find my way out of. In fact, all of my relationships up until that point had always been the same. One day you approached me and showed me an illustration from a book on Egyptian symbolism. Duarte, the hippopotamus, and Sebek, the crocodile, were swimming together - Duarte swam behind Sebek holding his tail in her mouth. Without going into detail, that simple image turned one small part of my life around.
I remember washing the dishes one morning in the Crestline kitchen, humming to myself absentmindedly. You approached me and told me to stop humming, to pay attention to what I was doing . to be here now. To this day, when I do the dishes I am totally focused (when I eat, too.)
The most important thing you did for me came after my group left Crestline and returned to New York. I attended a group meeting and you were there. When I entered the room, you looked at me and said, .You still here?. It was all I need to hear. It was time for me to leave the group and do my own work. You knew that. I just needed a little nudge. I.ve always been grateful to you for letting me go. Like Duarte, I probably would have hung on forever.
I am 64 years old now and I am still reaping the benefits of having known you. I am enjoying your art, your music, your books, your posts, and some of your Facebook friends. I am greatly comforted knowing that you are still here, doing what you always do, helping one idiot at a time.
Thank you, E.J., for all you do. You have made a difference to me and to so many people. The world is a far better place because of your presence.
All the best to you.
With gratitude and deep respect,
In responding to a question about "does E.J. talk in detail anywhere about entities sucking our blood," I did a search on:
However, I didn't search under the terms Chief Feature or Moment of Freedom. These terms also deal with the same concept -- "Chief Feature is the one that gets it all ..." from a 4th way folk song summarizing the human condition. Most of our life is compelled by entities from not such high planes, like the astral, that feed on us because we habitually run emotional
Talks on Moment of Freedom and Prayer Absolute and the book The Hidden Work present solutions to this human condition -- a reciprocal feeding, that is to say, our invisible addiction to our states, our mental
Last October, at the Prayer Absolute workshop, E.J. made several things clear. You can use almost whatever (he used "passion for") to make rayer Absolute. He was encouraging the use of making music. In act, he got everyone in the room involved in the making of music. No matter the form, Prayer Absolute has to do with collecting energy and ending it up to the Absolute. Doing this with intention adds potency.
This brings me to mentioning and encouraging you to come to the Ishtar Festival over Easter, this year (note the absence of the word workshop). E.J. seems to be encouraging his students to make music. He doesn't say anything about the need to be a musician. He's always starting from "square one" -- the purity.
I encourage you to come and bring your alembic (udu) drum and
I am reminded that our path to the Work only begins with our education with the ideas (and E.J. has given us an extensive map -- many ideas -- along with many practical tools, one of which is utilizing groups to work at penetrating the veil) and slowly (ever so slowly, in my experience) evolves to the doing of the inner work every day -- making the inner active (offering prayer up) and the outer passive (quieting the Beta-Brain
I shall end this verbosity now with a heartfelt invitation to you to come to the Ishtar Festival and experience perhaps a different set of doorways to the real world.
All the best,