“In the Beginning…”
II. Synchronistic Webs
The New Age Center
The New Age
X. “At the End…”
The Death of Ken Pollinger
Zen Zen, by Chris Keefe
70 Years Wisdom, by Jordan
To Zen Ken, by Maureen
The New Age
1981, a birth happened.
Yoga/meditation, the starter.
Personal growth workshops developed.
Practitioners galore, many seekers
Books discussed, videos shown, healings occurred
Questioning, questioning, questioning.
Experiences, experiments; experiences, experiments.
faced, more openings.
Graced by a Father Bruni's hands-on-healings.
Merkaba, sacred geometry initiations.
Zen sittings, Kabbalistic groups, Sufi Universal
In a word , Spiritual Eclecticism - honoring
all spiritual paths, all sacred writings.
Lately, more Centers.
New Age Movement into mainstream leavening.
Celestine Prophesy, The Da Vinci Code,
UFOs, Crop Circles, Sacred Sites, Goddess Movement.
What place channeling?1
Angelic aspects arising.
Where will it end? - if
Most recently, The Power of Now
Simple, clear teachings based on all
sacred writings/personal enlightenment experiences
What next - stay open to see!
early on, quantity for the many
and money to survive.
Gradual evolution through different leaders
with personal readings/experiences.
Presently, quality for the few
no money needed.
Enlightenment Studies now supreme.
Prime Teacher: Eckhart Tolle's books/tapes
and worldwide Mystical Paths.3
Now as emissary, to spread the Word.
More time for one-on-one mutual sharing!
- See July 2003 issue of
Sedona, Journal of Emergence and especially Light Technology
Publishing, Books of Light Catalog.
- "Spiritual mastery is to
live in alignment with this moment," and remember : "All forms are
imperfect in this world of forms" "So, say yes to all forms."
- The Complete Guide to
World Mysticism; The Hermetica: The Lost Wisdom of the Pharoahs;
both by Timothy Freke and Pater Gandy, in addition others by them.
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X. "At the End..."
NOTE: On two weekends in May,
"Sacred Mountain" Willie Black Cat led two incredible
"sweats." On the second sweat, Grandmother Wild Flower blessed
our event with her presence and song. Riding back, a poem arose.
Counting the countless arisings of
An ever-expanding vortex of grateful energy.
Opening the heart until almost bursting.
Vibrational frequency rising, exquisitely intolerable
- Sweats at the Point.
New seeker friends constantly arriving.
Sharing prayers, songs, and conversation
over foodfeasts delighting exterior and interior.
Each expressing heartfelt thankfulness
like thunder clouds abuilding,
Pouring forth tears of joy and peace
nourishing the land.
- Grandfather, Grandmother with smiles
Their children all brothers and sisters becoming.
Visions, healings sending,
in song their voices heard.
Heaven meets Earth again.
- The heart created for love,
Yet Love needs the heart
to manifest Itself.
And manifested Itself indeed!
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Death1 of Ken Pollinger2
Even though this form
before you dissolves,
And the energy that made it function,
to another state of Consciousness transitions,
Rejoice with my essence and the essence of all of creation,
For back home to return is delicious beyond words,
Soon the essence of all of you will
that of mine join.
What a celebration that will be!
For my beautiful,
lovely wife, Maureen, gratitude arises
and the two apples of mine eye, Jordan and Erin.
As for friends gathered here:
You were great mirrors of Life,
Each and everyone had some unique aspect
of Consciousness to shine forth.
If sadness/crying is
Some of you may yearn to have me here again.
Consider, on a deeper level, that your yearning
leads to the final liberation from form -
the final dissolvement of your personalized
along with its separate unreal existence.
Now, you can understand what joy, peace
and love really mean.
The form of Ken
Pollinger came and left.
Leaving a memory of the Divine Essence
that was enkindled within that form.
For it was Enlightenment that he
constantly sought - always asking questions
about that to you, too3.
So, remain silent and feel together,
the blessed presence of Awareness
The pass-outs, to read,
in spirit, unites us.
A. M. D. G. - ad majorem Dei gloriam4.
- Is death the ultimate
enlightenment? Are you ready to let your form dissolve and surrender
your addiction to the Drama of Forms of this and other visible
- This poem will be read at
the "Death and Resurrection of Ken Pollinger" event on his
70th birthday (November 9th) at the Point of Infinity.
- In Ken's poem
"Spiritual Evolution", he states: "To what end?
Awakening Being-Consciousness in self and others."
- The "motto" of the
Jesuits: "For the greater glory of God."
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the Harmonic Concordance (Nov 8) my family and a group of friends
celebrated my 70th birthday - what a bash! The following poem was
written by my daughter, Erin.
Truth seeker, light lover, life giver -
The one I'll always love and never know.
Who are you? Or are you no one?
He who I tried to
please more than any other,
And do maybe still?
Why I care so much I do not know -
Someone once told me that our hearts
are the same:
Incredible wound surrounded by
A teacher to me unlike
He helped me to see what is real, what is true.
He helped to guide me on my path,
my own journey to the light.
A friend, no doubt -
one whom with I can
truly be who I am and tell anything to...
and not always without judgment -
after all, he's human too -
Something I tried not to see
for most of my life.
Why was I born to this
He who loves me oceans and oceans and
mountains and mountains.1
Yet sometimes seems as if he was not
meant to be a father at all...
A little girl always
wants to be the
center of her father's life.
It's humbling to discover that is not
After the anger and sadness flow through,
courage and contentment emerge -
To know that we all just do the best we can
Being a parent is the hardest job on earth...
Thank you, Father, for
the courage it took
to raise me, the time you spend with me,
the patience you've shown me, the wisdom,
the lessons, the criticism, the poems
so I can know you better, the support
and unconditional love, the inspiration
to always be true, and the space to
be exactly who I am in each moment.
I feel honored and
blessed to have you
for my father.
Oceans and oceans and mountains and
mountains only skims
the surface of the depth
of love that I have for you!
Happy 70th Birthday!
See prior poem
by Ken, "Erin Elizabeth."
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By Chris Keefe
- Ken Pollinger...
The man, the Zen Zen, the father,
the grandfather, the landlord, the professor,
the scholar, and yes, the POET;
Of all the labels and titles that have been
connected to your being,
the one that stands out to me most
in my here and now is “the inquisitor1."
- Ken you have a relentless way about
to beat an issue to death.
For many, it is probably utterly annoying.
In the past I have felt annoyed myself,
Yet when I look inside and see
where the annoyance is coming from,
I see only a shadow.
A shadow that I own, yet I refuse to look at.
Well, these incessant inquiries have
caused me to look deep inside.
Many of these times,
I have been fortunate enough to find my truth.
And when this truth is an ugly thing to me,
then that is where my growth stems.
This I see as your gift, at least to my world.
- I was having a conversation with you,
five years ago, at your dinner table.
This became but a small seed that was
to blossom into my career as a designer.
You were asking me questions.
I gave you answers.
You asked me questions about my answers and
so on until I received a glimpse of one of my truths.
It scared the hell out of me.
I was getting along fine with myself and my shadow.
I became aware that I was fooling myself
and it made me angry and sad.
It also made me act.
I was no longer able to hide behind
this shadow in comfort and oblivion.
This has happened many times since with you,
but this in particular has had the most
profound effect on me.
Ken, I thank you with all my heart.
- When I was 4 years old, my Father
so I grew up without a male role model and
the understanding of the potential of masculine guidance.
Over the past seven years,
I have witnessed your connection
with both Jordan and Erin.
I have experienced your compassion,
your relentless support, unconditional love,
unquestionable trust, even your harsh judgments,
and your unwillingness to yield.
Throughout this time I have felt absolute gratitude towards you,
for you have extended all this and more unto me,
I really can’t tell you how much this has meant to me.
I only wish that I could be there myself and tell you in person.
This is a special day for you.
It is not everyday that you get to die and be reborn again.2
With these words, I send my love, a bit of my spirit,
and my thanks for all you have done for me and my family.
- Happy Rising Day Ken!
- Was it Socrates or Plato who
said: "An unexamined life is not worth living"? Both were great Pagan
Mystics much more than intellectual philosophers, see Jesus and the
Lost Goddess: the Secret Teachings of the Original Christians, by
Timothy Freke and Peter Gandy.
- See the poem "The Death of Ken
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70 Years of Wisdom,
From '71, Father to Son
MOTIVATION CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS (or at
least large stones) I remember the Great Excavation Project of 1 S.
Broadway, all those boxes full of dirt. When we came upon stones the
size of British cars, I though that you had surely gone mad. Yet you
had us chipping away and even digging around them with our hands until
they were free, and a bookstore has thrived in their place ever since.
KEEP YOUR EYES (and mind) OPEN Or how
else would you have discovered the New Age Center? Or, for that
WORK TO BETTER THE COMMUNITY at home
and abroad. As you served in Peru, I did so in Namibia ... As you
researched and wrote (a book dedicated to J.J.) about the poor of New
York, I provide microfinance to the same community, 30 years later.
IT HELPS TO BE GOOD LOOKING a.k.a.
Bald is Beautiful. Speaking about following in your footsteps (ahem)
... what more is there to say?
BE ENTHUSIASTIC & the skeptics can be
won over. Despite my (occasional) resistance, I love your enthusiasm
for place, people and ideas. When I have to convince others, I think
of how you've sold us on Nyack, Ellenville, and points beyond.
HEALTH COMES FIRST (and is fun) I
remember little Erin and I pounding on you back with sides of our
hands massage style. I couldn't help think that it would hurt, but
then our hands were small (and you back strong) ... You are the
inspiration for my love of hiking -- since our Hook Mountain treks
I've thought hiking the best exercise for my body and soul.
SOMETIMES JUST BE (there) You taught
me the value of just being, from at least the time I was six and
suffering in the hospital. You've given me the ability to maintain
perspective in dealing with life's disappointments.
GET SOME LIGHT ON THE BODY and in the
mind. As you used to sit out at Silver Lake, one of my favorite things
is to read something enlightening while tanning in the summer sun.
DON'T BE AFRAID TO TRY NEW THINGS
(within reason) We fondly remember your "wok" cooking, where chicken
became, well ... something else.
DON'T STOP EXPLORING, everything is an
adventure. I recall how routine trip to Camp Sloane turned into a
madcap search across Connecticut for geodesic dome manufacturers. I
admire your constant starting (and finishing!) new projects.
Don't stop searching, Dad, as I await
more wisdom ... not that you've not given me enough!
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To Zen Ken
A Birthday Limerick
- There is a wise elder named Ken
Who's path and who's nick-name is Zen
His life is truth-seeking
(That's not for the weakling)
He writes it all down with his pen.
- A full seven decades on earth
In spite of his widening girth
He still remains youthful
(And sometimes too truthful)
And bright as the day of his birth.
- It seems Ken has reached the
Truth seeking is fraught with confusion
As he does his best
To fulfill his life quest
He then says it all an illusion.
- Though bowing to gurus seems smart
Ken says it will split you apart.
He will argue and quibble
That gurus are dribble
Truth, Ken says, lies deep in your heart.
Your Loving Wife and Goddess
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