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THE SEVEN
PATHWAYS
I.
The Call
II.
Departure/Entry
III.
The One Guide
IV. Trial
V.
Passage
VI.
Return
VII. Home
THE PATHWAYS
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I.
What specific people, activities, ideas, or things do I use to avoid
knowing what my feelings are, or that I even have feelings?
There was the door for which I had no key.
There was the veil through which I could not see. |
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—Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
tr. E. Fitzgerald
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No one told me
it would lead to this.
No one said
there would be secrets
I would not want to know.
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—David Whyte
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There are two equally dangerous extremes
-- to shut reason out, and to let nothing else in. |
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—Blaise Pascal
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| How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream...to dream
and dream. |
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—Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I feel, therefore I feel lousy.
I don't feel, so I feel fine. |
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—Jack Kammer
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II.
How untrusting, afraid, or ashamed do I feel about showing different
parts of myself?
How can I benefit from sharing my inner life and experiences with
other men?
| Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead a
man to himself. |
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—Herman Hesse
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We are all in this together--by ourselves
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—Lily Tomlin
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| How good and how pleasant it is that brothers sit together. |
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—Psalm 133
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| Too much agreement kills a chat. |
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—Eldridge Cleaver
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III.
How aware am I of the deeper underlying causes within myself that
create the emotions I feel?
In my everyday life, do I know the difference between having an
emotion or feeling, and acting on it?
I am not I.
I
am this one
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times forget. |
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—Juan Ramon Jimenez
tr. R. Bly
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And he was the demon of my dreams...
...the flames that fell
from his torch like drops
lit up the deep dungeon of the soul.
...his iron hand took
mine.
...And in my dream
I walked
blinded by his red
torch.
In the dungeon I heard
the sound of chains
and the stirrings
of beasts that were in cages. |
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—Antonio Machado
tr. R. Bly
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No one told me about seeing,
seeing brought me
loss and a darkness I could not hold.
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—David Whyte
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We are betrayed by what is false within.
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—George Meredith
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