Power
does not corrupt men;
Fools, however, if they get into a position of power, corrupt
power.
George Bernard Shaw
The postings here are for Men who have or want to undertake the
true journey of life - a journey of humility and acceptance, a
journey into their emotions and integrity, a journey into their
soul and spirit, a journey into their capacity for love, for their
power and for dying. If Men really understood, that the
true nature of their power, is to love - to serve Other, we would
usher in a new era of grace and wisdom.
God brings men into deep waters, not to drown them,
but to cleanse them.
John Aughey
Posted January 21, 2012
A
Gathering of Men
Thursday 23 to Sunday 26 February, 2012
at the Inner Journey Centre, 86 Tom's Creek Road, Ellenborough,
NSW
facilitated by Chris Chaplin and Dave West
This is a gathering of men:
• who want to take time to be
present to themselves.
• who want to explore their
inner world
• who want to connect with the
more of who they are.
• who have 'sorry business',
hurts, to tend to.
• who want to be in life with
all of who they are, mind and body, feelings and spirit.
2012 Weekends:
May, 2012 - dates to be announced
August, 2012 - dates to be announced
November, 2012 - dates to be announced
Information Brochure: 
Enquiries contact Dave or Chris (contact details in Brochure)
Posted October 8, 2011
FOR
OLD AGE
A reading from Benedictus:
A Book of Blessings., by John O'Donohue,
Bantam Press, London, 2007. p.87
May
the light of your soul mind you.
May all your worry and anxiousness about your age
Be transfigured.
May you be given wisdom for the eyes of your soul
To see this as a time of gracious harvesting.
May you have the passion to heal what has hurt you,
And allow it to come closer and become one with you.
May you have great dignity,
And a sense of how free you are,
Above all, may you be given the wonderful gift
Of meeting the eternal light that is within you.
May you be blessed;
And may you find a wonderful love
In your self for your self.
Happy 60th Birthday David!
Posted October 8, 2011
A
visit this afternoon to spend a moment with Steve Nolan, at
Kempsey. His headstone reads,
"Earth's crammed with heaven
and every common bush afire with God
But only he who sees takes off his shoes."
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Aurora Leigh (1857), Bk. VII, l. 812-826)
and then, "One with All".
Yes Steve, ...... Yes!
On
the first anniversary, twelve months since Steve's death (24th
September, 2011), we gathered, a dozen or so of us, at the truck
ramp passed the chicken shed to honour this extraordinary, ordinary
man-mystic of love and power, by placing in the earth he loved,
a fig tree seedling (ficus macrophylla) that comes
from the Carroll farm, Majors Creek, Macleay Valley. In the
days before his death Steve would contemplate a flower, transfixed
upon its eternity and its revelation of heaven here and now.
He reminded us of how immediate is the "More", the
Divine, the Sacred; not something to wait for after death, but
here within reach. But only he or she who sees, takes
off their shoes.
Posted October 1, 2011
24
to 27 November, 2011
Any enquiries contact Dave or Chris (contact details in
Brochure)
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here for Information Brochure
Posted September 30, 2011
When
I heard the words of this poem "The Invitation" I heard
them as God's words to me, and by consequence God's people - humanity's
words to me, and then as I hear God calling me deeper I hear all
of creation inviting me to be true. Too often our lives
skirt around the peripheral rather than coming from the heart.
Pray we may all be true to who we are.
The Invitation
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer - 07/15/2000
Copyright 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know
what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's
longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will
risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure
of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want
to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you
have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and
closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit
with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you
can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips
of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to
be realistic, to remember the imitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling is true. I
want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own
soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it’s not pretty,
every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and
still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the
full moon, 'Yes!'
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money
you have. I what to know if you can get up, after the night of grief
and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to
be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with
me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else
falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly
like the company you keep in the empty moments.
