Saturday, October 1, 2005

Discovering Ken Wilber and the Integral Institute

Posted: Saturday, October 01, 2005
Updated: 17 Dec 2013

Sufi poet Rumi

I'm grinning like a little kid, having just finished my first reading of Ken Wilber's book A Brief History of Everything.

Where in the world have I been?!!

That particular book (written already ten years ago!!) has filled my mind with thought food which may take years of slow digesting.

Then, when I Googled Wilber's Integral Institute website, I felt like I'd entered the Celestial Kingdom!--as a pigmy in a community of spiritual giants.

What I have been discovering in my first glimpses of this wondrous place is already beyond what I'd hoped to discover when I began an inner journey more than 40 years ago. [See my first poem Pilgrim]

My God! I cannot express well enough now how I feel! To even begin to come close to expressing these feelings, it will have to have to come from a dream or a poem or a song. Nevertheless, I will wander through this new found territory for a while before saying much more.

On October 3, 2005, Eugene had a dream he clearly associated with this discovery.
3 Oct 05

Los Alamos

This morning I dreamed of the 12th century Sufi poet Rumi.

I am with some people to whom I am passionately expressing my appreciation for the poet Rumi's revelation that the microcosm is that which is external to us and that the macrocosm is that which is within each of us individually.

Thus, here we are in community in external reality—experiencing the microcosm--that we might learn to experience and share our respective interiors--our macrocosms--with each other.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Letter to Russell Wood, newly discovered nephew

Friday, April 29, 2005

Letter to Russell Wood

Dear Nephew Russ,
We had only begun to get acquainted, when you were suddenly taken from us. Although we didn't manage to meet face to face before you left, I'm glad we communicated via email and the telephone. When we first spoke to each other, I felt immediately that we were, indeed, truly kindred spirits.
It was eerie, that photo you sent recently of your wrecked barn from that tornado that had come through only a week or so before you left. Do you suppose it was a warning of what was coming for you?!
I can't imagine the physical, mental or spiritual torment that took you so suddenly, but one thing I can imagine is that you are not so far from us, even now. And I want to share these insights and notions with your family--to those who are open to considering them. In any case, I want you to be aware, or learn to become aware, of all the prayers in your behalf that are coming from your family: both from your immediate family and from your newly discovered family here and in Ukraine and other countries. Also from some of their friends. I know these thoughts and requests in your behalf will help direct you to the Light, so that you can see to move toward our Creator.

In one of my imaginings, I would not be surprised that you were met in your cross-over by your grandfather! That is, by your mother's and my father. Your arrival in his realm would mean one grandchild from each of his earthly children have crossed over in a similar way. I don't know if all this was or was not pre-arranged, but I hope he, your grandfather Nikolai Nikolaevich Kovalenko, has become one of your guides and comforters. If this is so, then perhaps you have also met my Ivan and your Uncle Virgil's David. I pray that this be possible and that you can learn from and grow with each other. And I will ask for confirming and/or guiding dreams to know how things are going with you all.

In the meantime, I will keep touch with your family here and talk to them about how to keep touch with you there.

Until then, God bless, comfort and direct you.

With love,

Uncle Eugene

1 Comment

Eugene said...

[This amazingly relevant response came today from a friend who is a pastor's wife. ENK]

Dear Zhenya,

I wanted to share with you a dream I had about my brother after he took his own life (That was on May 5, 1982). I believe this dream was more than a dream.

I heard a voice which I felt (but did not see) was an angel. I was told that my brother had a message for me but that he would be forbidden to see me. I was handed a note. The note was on scented stationery that was just like the stationery I gave to my mother when I was very young! The note said, "We are here now. There is much work to be done." I got the impression of Paradise, and that my brother was literally working in or around the gardens of paradise. In the back ground was the orchestration of the song, "Summertime" from the musical "Porgy and Bess." This was a song Grandma used to play for me to sing when I was in my teens, so it had meaning for us.

I liked to think that in spite of what he had done in taking his own life and that of Daddy's, they were both in a section of Paradise where "work" is done, whatever that might mean, but even so, that it is now "summertime" and the livin' is, in some way, "easy." Feel free to share this if you feel it appropriate.

Love and blessings, Pat

6:48 PM, April 30, 2005