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Elizabeth Rose Campbell
Betsy Campbell is assistant editor of THE SUN.
The Sun Interview
An Interview With Peter Caddy
I live in the moment. Fully in the moment, not worrying about the next day or thinking about the past day. So there are certain techniques that one learns. I thoroughly enjoy life. I enjoy what I am doing, and I know that I am guided step by step, and all that needs to happen, happens.
August 1978
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
I Never Noticed They Were Poems
His poems entered his conversation almost unannounced, and you were unsure whether he was still talking or had started on a poem, a seeming change in his bodily weight sometimes the only clue (he began that weightless dance with every poem).
July 1978
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Dream Messages
I am not a person, but a pinpoint of consciousness who is perceiving the world from the surface of a spring — clear, cold water bubbling up through a rocky crevice.
February 1978
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
The Unspeakable
Pain is the voice of the inner pearl of being, crying out to be extricated from the blankets of belief that keep us from accepting ourselves, from understanding that aloneness is not loneliness.
January 1978
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Opened Flesh, Naked Spirit
It was Mara who spoke to the child first, her eyes large and full of her own young comprehension, breaking the silence with one soft word out of her hundred word vocabulary: baby.
November 1977
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Journal
Sitting on the backsteps, the wind whipping against my bare skin. I am surprised, again, by the night and the way it makes me feel a part of the silver silence cleaning up the day’s details of heat and activity.
October 1977
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
On Specialness (And Guidance Of All Kinds)
When my perceptions truly coincide with what’s happening, it’s because I’m willing to lose myself in the other person or experience. It’s feelings of specialness I have about myself that keep me from doing that.
September 1977
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Psychic Readings: Facing An Empty Canvas
Why does someone call himself a psychic and begin charging for his services? The motivation is surely as complex as in seeking a psychic’s help. Perhaps it will one day seem no more unusual to go for a reading than for a physical exam at a doctor’s office; but as there are good and bad doctors, there are psychics of every description.
September 1977
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Journal
The paradox of trying to educate yourself and then live within the environment your ideals have dictated is: try but don’t try.
July 1977
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
The Sacred And The Profane
Shall we throw Hustler and the Times into the fire? And, years from now, when these words and this argument are forgotten, shall we make into a funeral pyre the “spiritual” tracts we now so revere, those that spell out for us the right way, when we’re all heading the same way?
June 1977
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