Tapping the Source

This essay is the introduction to The Source: The Untold Story of Father Yod, YaHoWha 13, and the Source Family, by Isis Aquarian and Electricity Aquarian. Process Media, Inc.
Using your psychic powers, mentally combine the words "cult" and "1970s," and I guarantee that your brain will almost immediately conjure up the horror shows of the Manson Family and Jonestown, with maybe a gun-slinging Patty Hearst or a Hare Krishna flower scam thrown in for spice. These images are real, and are important to keep in mind, because small sectarian religions can be a dangerous game. But the power and persistence of these images says more about the society that keeps them alive, as a bulwark against spiritual revolt, than it does about the thousands of cults and sects and communes and subcultures that channeled the spiritual energies released by the 1960s. For most of the participants in this grand experiment in transformation, these groups were like rock bands or obsessive love affairs or even start-up companies: intense social arrangements that court creative highs and catastrophe alike, and that offered a passage through life that is, like most of our more remarkable experiences, at once damaging and illuminating.
For anti-cult crusaders and deprogrammers obsessed with "brainwashing," the Source Family could hardly present a more perfect case study. Here, amidst the wild freedom of early 70s California, was a deeply devoted group of young people, living communally, whose eccentric sexual, spiritual, and financial relationships were commanded by an enormously charismatic patriarchal figure who presented himself to his flock as both Father and God. The figure in question was also, as you might suspect, a bit of a rogue. Before changing his name to Father Yod, and then to YaHoWha, Jim Baker was a decorated Marine and judo master, and later a Hollywood restaurateur and womanizer who claimed to have robbed a couple banks to support his enterprises. (He also killed two men while defending himself, using his bare hands.) After an intense yogic conversion and a rapid assumption of mystic authority, YaHoWha led his "sons and daughters" to embrace sex and "the Sacred Herb" as ritual sacraments, to take new names, and, for a time, to break off their relationships with those friends, lovers, and family members who still lived in "the Maya." Just to put a cherry on top of the archetype, YaHoWha not only bedded many of his female followers, but married fourteen of them, most young enough to be his daughters.
But the Source Family was also a cult in an older and deeper sense of the term. Father Yod may have been a kundalini opportunist, but he was also what the Robert Ellwood calls, in the religious scholar's study of modern American spirituality, a magus. "Magus is neither saint, nor a savior, nor a prophet, nor a seer," writes Ellwood. "He is a 'Shaman-in-civilization.'" Like the shaman, the magus is part trickster, part showman, part master of initiatory ecstasies that are shared with his followers. YaHoWha was all of these, but he was no simple con man, because no simple con man would have pursued spiritual practice so avidly, nor developed such a creative New Age synthesis, nor worn such remarkable regalia, nor inspired his followers so much that today, over thirty years after their Father died, so many of them still count their time with the man to be the most remarkable period in their lives.
The Source is written by one of these happy acolytes, a woman who also became one of YaHoWha's wives and still considers him the great love of her life. With her intelligent and intimate story, Isis helps us see the Family from the inside, however slightly, and she leaves plenty of room for readers to come to their own conclusions. She also fleshes out her text with stories from scores of other Family members, including a few who offer angry and highly critical accounts of their Father's actions, particularly regarding sexuality.
Isis admits her own perspectives are not shared by all. But it's clear from her writing and the other contributions that, though young, the Source Family was not a herd of mindless sheep, but a dynamic group of initiates that included many smart, creative, and ferociously loving people. These personal accounts—along with the photographs, ephemera, recipes, rituals, and recordings—makes The Source one of the most valuable resources we have about any new religious movement in the 1970s. More than that, the book forces us to look at our own prejudices—about sex and spirit, about bearded patriarchs and wide leather belts. And by coming to appreciate the creativity and exuberance of the Source Family, however tentatively or critically, we widen our view of the possible.
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Here it may help to offer a few words that place the Source Family's outlandish activities in context. For though they dressed like they had beamed down from the fleshpots of Arcturus, Father Yod and his children did not appear out of thin air. They arose, at root, from the long-standing and creative fringe of the American religious imagination, the same imagination that, in the 19th century, produced scores of mystical groups and radical communalists who also practiced polyamory and/or secret rites of vision—groups that include the Mormons and the Oneida Community, the Shakers and the Theosophists. More to the point, the Source Family arose in the bright Mediterranean air of Southern California, whose legendary traditions of visionary eccentricity, spiritual healing, and mythopoetic invention were all brought together in YaHoWha's New Age mix.
Many Americans first moved to "paradisal" Southern California seeking health and vitality. For well over a hundred years, SoCal's gurus and ascended masters have therefore been concerned with matters of diet, exercise, and breath. The body, and its pleasures and powers, is rarely far from the spirit in California. Healthy eating was always big, and in the 1940s, a group of strapping men known as the Nature Boys established various proto-hippie ways, including a pure and sometimes raw diet. Jim Baker carried on this tradition, first by opening perhaps the first gourmet health food restaurant in the land, and then by founding the Source, the vegetarian restaurant and hipster hangout on Sunset that incubated the Family and then supported it in a flashy, Hollywood style few hippie communes could claim. The Family were committed to organic whole foods, home-birthing (and home-dying), and other features of holistic living that have become increasingly mainstream. At the same time, their green ways were saturated with Aquarian longing—the Rainbow Salad they served up at the Source used foods specifically chosen to represent all the colors of the rainbow.
YaHoWha's mysticism was also a homegrown blend of various vibrations, a mystic syncretism that itself was characteristically Californian. Initially Jim Baker studied with LA's Manly P. Hall, collector of the largest occult and alchemical library west of the Mississippi and author of the timeless compendium The Secret Teachings of All Ages. But Baker's spiritual awakening came through the ministry of Yogi Bhajan, who, in 1968, brought his neo-Sikh brand of kundalini yoga to the southland, where it continues to thrive today. Baker became disciple #1, plunging into yoga's energy fields and devoting himself to his teacher. But YaHoWha's religious imagination started to orient itself toward the West, and he began to elaborate his own mix of Theosophical, Essene, Rosicrucian, and—who knows?—even Atlantean teachings. With Yogi Bhajan, he played the perfect spiritual son. For the young people who started to attend his meditation classes at the Source, he became the perfect spiritual father, and ultimately the avatar for the dawning age.
This is where things usually go south, and in some ways they did. Rules, rituals and realities evolved and changed at lightning speed, as the group slipped ever farther from whatever "norm" still ruled in Hollywood in the early 1970s. And it is that experimental, improvised element of their mystery cult that most disturbs and fascinates. All of these people, even YaHoWha himself, were seeking and finding without a net. Spirituality was a creative act of avant-garde exploration. In this regard, cults can be like art collectives, and you will find, looking through this book, that the Source Family wove a colorful exuberance and even humor through their rituals, recipes, names, chants, and sexy Aquarian garb. It is tough to forget the image of YaHoWha in his white fedora and Rolls, or the group's 4 a.m. cannabis meditations, or the 13-star American flag that flew over their Hollywood mansion, honoring the Freemasonic founders of America. No dour ascetics here; these folks had style.

The most well-known expression of the Source Family's creativity is the series of albums that the Family put out under various names on their Higher Key Records. There were some good musicians in the Family, including Sky Saxon, aka Arelich, who sang for the pivotal 60s garage band the Seeds. Another was the guitarist Djin, who shromped on all the YaHoWha records, while YaHoWha usually spearheaded the proceedings with his vox and 60-inch gong. These largely improvised albums—which range from bizarre to trite to ferociously rocking—were for a long time some of the more esoteric LPs traded among collectors of psychedelia. In the late 1990s, Saxon hooked up with the Japanese psych label Captain Trips and released God and Hair, which collects all the albums and various related sides on a set of CDs. Tons of unreleased recordings remain, some of which are included on the disc that accompanies this book.
In their self-fashioned path to illumination, The Source Family worked with the energies of their era. Cannabis was used ritually, food was healthy and holy, and psychedelic rock was forged into a cosmic glue. But sex was their most controversial vehicle of sacred transformation. Yogi Bhajan accused his former student of being "stuck in his sex chakra," and you can see the Yogi's point, even if the Yogi himself was not exactly on the up-and-up in such matters. It's tough to deny the salacious and even manipulative dimension of the Source Family sexuality. Indeed, one of the most poignant statements in this book expresses one former lover's anger at Father Yod for coercing her into the sacred bed at an impressionable age. But YaHoWha's use of sex was not the sort of furtive fondling in the shrine room that brings down so many supposedly celibate gurus. Instead, the Family adopted an open (if deeply heterosexual) form of polyamory. Yod's relations were not secret, and, to use the Biblical phrase, he did not generally covet his wives. For the most part, women rather than men were empowered to make decisions about sexual partners, which meant that "single sons" had to beef up their vibrations in order to get with the ladies.
The group also embraced serious neo-tantric sex ritual, which they called "Dionysm." Besides treating sex as an expression of sacred sensuality, YaHoWha and his sons all committed to the rigorous practice of withholding their seed except for procreation or esoteric monthly rites. Restraining the typical male climax can ultimately produce intense full-body orgasms, charging the circuit between partners, but activating the kundalini is no "easy lay" in practice. Interestingly, the nineteenth-century Oneida Community, led by the bearded visionary John Humphrey Noyes, also practiced "plural marriage" and what they called "Male Continence." The words may change, but the song remains the same.
Any religion of eros shows its mettle in the face of death. Unlike groups who deny that stark reality, the Source Family accepted death as an organic part of life. This belief was put into action when, in 1975, their spiritual father decided to try hang-gliding for the first time, crashed, and passed from this world. The Family sat with the corpse for three and a half days before calling the authorities, adopting an attitude towards home funerals that is increasingly common today. Perhaps the greatest significance of Father Yod's death, though, was that he went out in a deeply '70s blaze of glory, but took no one with him.
Some of the most intimate and revealing parts of The Source describe Family life following the death of their magus, as his bereft followers attempt to dip back into the "real world"—or at least into those mighty waters of brainwash that most of us tread on a daily basis. Over the decades, Family members went their separate ways, some to great heights and some to terrible depths. But enough have remained in resonance with YaHoWha, the teachings, and their strange adventure together to keep the spirit of the Family's tribal legacy alive. Feel the vibration.
The Source: The Untold Story of Father Yod, Ya Ho Wa 13, and The Source Family by Isis Aquarian is available now in bookstores and through amazon.com.
All photos courtesy of Isis Aquarian, Source Family Archives.
Click here for a list of historic Source Family events in the coming months.
- 10-31-07
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The Source Book and Ya Ho Wa 13 recordings are available here...
The Source is available now in bookstores and through amazon.com; also through the Process website: http://www.processmediainc.com. If you order through Process, we've partnered with www.ecolibris.net, and we'll plant one tree in your honor for each book ordered.
You can buy the Ya Ho Wha 13 (sic) CD box set of all 9 original Source Family LPs and 4 CDs of outtakes (from the band and Source Family member Sky Saxon) through Aquarius Records: http://www.aquariusrecords.org.
The Ya Ho Wa 13 classic record PENETRATION will be available in February 2008 on CD through Cold Sweat (http://www.coldsweat.org) and on vinyl thorugh Tee Pee Records (http://www.teepeerecords.com).
You can also buy these records at the upcoming SF and LA shows in November.
jodi wille
editor of The Source
& co-publisher of PROCESS
seraphima / los angeles
recordings
I know most of YA HO WA 13's recordings are available on the UK label Swordfish. I know Forced Exposure out of Boston stocks these releases. http://www.forcedexposure.com/
Spiritual presence
My roommate has the YaHoWha 13 boxed set and a while back we watched the documentary "Revisiting 'Father' and the Source Family". I am amazed at the intensity of Yod's spiritual presence. He had a certain ferocity of perception that I admire. It's also interesting to see in him a sort of dual capacity for great compassion and great tyranny that seems to be a trait of some intense people.
For anyone who digs YaHoWha's music I invite you to check out my band. We kind of play a style similar to what YaHoWha did... psychedelic improv noise rock jams.
Mystic Assassins of Mu- The Seeker EP
http://www.mediafire.com/?6dndmftz5jv
"deprogrammers obsessed with brainwashing"
good old erik davis. as always a great piece!
i loved "deprogrammers obsessed with brainwashing " as it made me recall watts recalling jung:
...in a lonely cottage in the country, surrounded by many favorite books which i've collected over the years [looking] up at the shelves, i see that there's a very large space occupied by the volumes of one man, carl gustav jung, who left this world not more than a few weeks ago. and i'd like to talk tonight about some of the great things that i feel jung has done for me. and also about the things i feel to be his enduring contributions toward the science of psychology of which he was such a great master. i began to read jung when i first began to study eastern philosophy in my late adolescence. and i'm eternally grateful to him, for what i will call a sort of balancing influence on the development on my thought. as an adolescent in rebellion against the sterile christianity in which i was brought up, i was liable to go absolutly overboard for exotic and foreign ideas. until i read the extraordinarily wise commentary that he wrote to richard wilhelm's translation of a chinese taoist text called 'the secret of the golden flower'. and it was jung who helped me to remind myself that i was by upbringing and by tradition always a westerner, and i couldn't escape from my own cultural conditioning, and that this inability to escape was not a kind prison but was the endowment of one's being with certain capacities like one's arms and legs and mouth and teeth and brain, which could always be used constructively. and i feel that it is for this reason that i've always remained for myself in the position of the comparative philosopher, wanting to balance east and west, rather than to go overboard with enthusiasm for exotic imports. but there are aspects of jung's work far beyond this that i want to discuss. and first of all, i want to call attention to one fundamental principle that underlay all his work and that was most extraordinarily exemplified in jung himself as a person. and this is what i would call, his recognition of the polarity of life. that is to say, his resistance to what is to my mind the disastrous and absurd hypothesis, that there is in this universe a radical and absolute conflict between good and evil, light and darkness that can never never never be harmonized. this conflict has come up to us in a very vivid way with the trial of adolf eichmann. and with arthur koestler's passionate denunciation of any sort of philosophy of life, and he has in mind particular the eastern philosophies like buddhism and hinduism, which so slur the absolute differences between good and evil, that in their names one could justify the sort of crimes which were commited in the concentration camps of germany. and it's interesting too, certain people too accused jung also of nazi sympathies because he too would not subscribe to the absolute state of a war between good and evil going down to the very roots of the universe. obviously when certain crimes are committed and catastrophes occur, human emotions are deeply and rightly aroused. and i would for myself say, that were i in any situation where an eichmann was operating, i would be roused to a degree of fury that i can hardly imagine in my present existence, but i know it would come out from me. i would oppose those sort of villainies with all the energy that i have. and if i was trapped in such a situation i would fight it til the end. but at the same time i would recognize the relativity of my own emotional involvement. i would know that i was fighting a man like eichmann in the same way, shall we say, a spider and a wasp, insects that naturally prey upon one another and fight one another do so, but as a human being i would not be able to regard my adversary as a metaphysical devil. that is to say as one who represented the principle of absolute and unresolvable evil. and i think this is the most important thing in jung. that he was able to point out, that to the degree you condemn others and find evil in others, you are to that degree unconscious of the same thing in yourself, or at least of the potentiality of it. there can be eichmanns and hitlers and himmlers just because there are people who are unconscious of their own dark sides, and they project that darkness outward into, say, jews or communists or whatever the enemy may be, and say there is the darkness, it is not in me, and therefore because the darkness is not in me i am justified, in annihilating the enemy whether it be with atom bombs or gas chambers or what not. but to the degree that a person becomes conscious that the evil is as much in himself as in the other, to this same degree he is not likely to project it on to some scapegoat, and commit the most criminal acts of violence upon other people. now this is to my mind the primary thing that jung saw. that in order to admit and really accept and understand the evil in oneself, one had to be able to do it without being an enemy to it. as he put it, you had to accept your own dark side. and he had this preeminently in his own character. i had a long talk with him back in 1958 and i was enormously impressed, with a man who was obviously very great but at the same time, which whom everybody could be completely at ease. there are so many great people, great in knowledge or great in what is called holiness with whom the ordinary individual feels rather embarrassed, he feels inclined to sit on the edge of his chair, and to feel immediately judged by this persons wisdom or sanctity. jung managed to have wisdom and i think also sanctity in such a way that when other people came into it's presence they didn't feel judged, they felt enhanced, encouraged and invited to share in a common life. and there was a sort of twinkle in jung's eye that gave me the impression that he knew himself to be just as much a villian as everybody else. there's a nice german word 'hintergedanke' which means a thought in the very far far back of your mind. jung had a hintergedanke in the back of his mind which showed, it showed in the twinkle in his eyes, it showed that he knew and recognized what i have sometimes called 'the element of irreducible rascality' in himself. and he knew it so strongly and so clearly, and in a way so lovingly that he would not condemn the same thing in others, and therefore would not be lead into those thoughts feeling and acts of violence towards others, which are always characteristic of the people who project the devil in themselves upon the outside, upon somebody else, upon the scapegoat. now this made jung a very integrated character, in other words, here i have to present a little bit of a complex idea; he was a man who was thoroughly with himself. having seen and accepted his own nature profoundly. he had a kind of unity and absence of conflict in his own nature, which had to it this additional complication that i find so fascinating: he was the sort of man who could feel anxious and afraid and guilty without being ashamed of feeling this way. in other words he understood that an integrated person is not a person who simply eliminated the sense of guilt or the sense of anxiety from his life, who is fearless and wooden and a kind of sage of stone. he's the sort of person who feels all these things but has no recrimination against himself for feeling them, and this is to my mind a profound kind of humor. you know, in humor there's always an element of malice. there was a talk given of pacifica stations just a little while ago, which was an interview with al cap (eh?) and al cap made the point that he felt that all humor was fundamentally malicious. now there's a very high kind of humor, which is humor at oneself. real humor is not jokes at the expense of others, it's always jokes at the expense of oneself, and of course it has an element of malice in it. it has malice toward one's self, in the recognition of the fact that behind the social role you assume, behind all your pretensions, to being either a good citizen or a fine scolar or a great scientist or a leading politician or physician or whatever you happen to be, that behind this facade there is a certain element of the unreconstructed bum. not as something to be condemned and wailed over, but as something to be recognized to be contributive to one's greatness and to one's positive aspects in the same way that manure is contributive to the perfume of the rose. jung saw this and jung accepted this. and i want to read a passage from one of his lectures which i think is one of the greatest things he ever wrote and which has been a very marvelous thing for me. it was in a lecture he delivered to a group of clergy in switzerland a considerable number of years ago. and he writes as follows:
"people forget that even doctors have moral scruples and that certain patients' confessions are hard even for a doctor to swallow. yet the patient does not feel him accepted unless the very worst in him is accepted too. no one can bring this about by mere words, it comes only through reflexion and through the doctors attitude towards himself and his own dark side. if the doctor wants to guide another or even accompany him a step of the way, he must feel with that person's psyche. he never feels it when he passes judgment. weather he puts his judgment into words or keeps them to himself makes not the slightest difference. to take the opposite position and to agree with the patient off-hand is also of no use, but estranges him as much as condemnation. feeling comes only through unprejudiced objectivity. this sound almost like a scientific precept and it could be confused with a purely intellectual abstract attitude of mind, but what i mean is something quite different. it is a human quality, a kind of deep respect for the facts, for the man who suffers from them, and for the riddle of such a mans life. the truly religious person has this attitude: he knows that god has brought all sorts of strange and inconceivable things to pass and seeks in the most curious of ways to enter a mans heart. he therefore senses in everything the unseen presence of the divine will. this is what i mean by unprejudiced objectivity, it is a moral achievement of the part of the doctor, who ought not to be repelled by sickness and corruption. we cannot change anything unless we accept it. condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses and i am the oppressor of the person i condemn, not his friend and fellow sufferer. i do not in the least mean to say that we must never pass judgment when we desire to help and improve, but if the doctor wishes to help a human being he must be able to accept him as he is, and he can do this in reality only when he has already seen and accepted himself as he is. perhaps this sounds very simple, but simple things are always the most difficult. in actual life it requires the greatest art to be simple, and so acceptance of one's self is the essence of the moral problem and the acid test of one's whole outlook on life. that i feed the beggar, that i forgive an insult, that i love my enemy in the name of christ; all these are undoubtedly great virtues. what i do unto the least of my brethren that i do unto christ. but what if i should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most imputed of all offenders, yay that the very fiend himself, that these are within me, and that i myself stand in need of my own kindness, that i myself am the enemy who must be loved, what then? then, as a rule, the whole truth of christianity is reversed. there is then no more talk of love and long-suffering. we say to the brother within us: "raka!" and condemn and rage against ourselves. we hide him from the world, we deny ever having met this least of the lowly in ourselves, and had it been god himself who drew near to us in this despicable form, we should have denied him a thousand times before a single cock had crowed."
well... you may think the metaphors are rather strong, but i feel that they are not so needlessly. this is a very very forceful passage, and a memorable one in all jungs works. trying to heal this insanity from which our culture in particular has suffered, of thinking that a human being becomes hail, healthy and holy by being divided against himself in inner conflict, paralleling the conception of an cosmic conflict between an absolute good and an absolute evil, which cannot be reduced to any prior and underlying unity. in other words our rage, and our very proper rage against evil things which occur in this world must not overstep itself. for if we require for a justification for our rage a fundamental and metaphysical division between good and evil, we have an insane and in a certain sense schizophrenic universe, of which no sense whatsoever can be made. all conflict, jung were saying, all opposition has it's resolution in an underlying unity. you cannot understand the meaning of 'to be' unless you understand the meaning of 'not to be' you cannot understand the meaning of good unless you understand the meaning of evil. even st. thomas aquinas saw this, for he said: "that just as it is the silent pause which gives sweetness to the chant, so it is suffering and so it is evil which makes possible the recognition of virtue" this is not, as jung tries to explain, a philosophy of condoning the evil. to take the opposite, he said, and to agree with the patient off-hand is also of no use, but estranges him the patient as much as condemnation. let me continue further, reading from this extraordinary passage:
"healing may be called a religious problem. in the sphere of social or national relations, the state of suffering may be civil war, and this state is to be cured by the christian virtues of forgiveness and love of one's enemies. that which we recommend with the conviction of good christians, as applicable to external situations, we must also apply inwardly in the treatment of neurosis. this is why modern man has heard enough about guilt and sin. he is sorely beset by his own bad conscience and wants rather to know how he is to reconcile himself with his own nature. how he is to love the enemy in his own heart and call the wolf his brother. the modern man does not want to know in what way he can imitate christ, but in what way he can live his own individual life, however meager and uninteresting it may be. it is because every form of imitation seems to him deadening and sterile, that he rebells against the force of tradition that would hold him to well-trodden ways. all such roads lead for him in the wrong direction. he may not know it, but he behaves as if his own individual life were god's special will which must be fulfilled at all costs. this is the source of his egoism, which is one of the most tangible evils of the neurotic state. but the person who tells him he is too egoistic has already lost his confidence, and rightfully so, for that person has driven him still further into his neurosis. if i wish to effect a cure for my patients, i am forced to acknowledge the deep significance of their egoism. i should be blind indeed if i did not recognize it as a true will of god. i must even help the patient to prevail in his egoism. if he succeeds in this he estranges himself from other people, he drives them away, and they come to themselves as they should, for they were seeking to rob him of his sacred egoism. this must be left of him for it is his strongest and healthiest power. it is as i have said, a true will of god, which sometimes drives him into complete isolation. however wretched this state may be, it also stands him in good stead, for in this way alone can he get to know himself and learn what an invaluable treasure is the love of his fellow beings. it is moreover only in the complete state of abandonment and loneliness that we experience the helpful powers of our own natures."
this is a very striking example of jungs power to comprehend and integrate points of view as well as psychological attitudes that seem on the surface to be completely antithetical. for example, even in his own work, when he was devoting himself to the study of eastern philosophy, he had some difficulty in comprehending the, let's say the buddhistic, denial of the reality of the ego. but you can see that in practice, in what he was actually trying to get at, he was moving toward the same position which is intended in both the hindu and the buddhist philosophy about the nature of the ego. just for example as the hindu will say, that the "i" principle in man is not really a separate ego but an expression of the universal life of brahman or the god-head, so jung is saying here that the development of ego in man is a true will of god, and that it is only by following the ego, and developing it to it's full extend that one fulfills the function of this, you might say, temporary illusion in man's psychic life. for he goes on, he says here:
"when one has several times seen this development at work, one can no longer deny that what was evil has turned to good and that what seemed good kept alive the forces of evil. the arch demon of egoism leads us along the royal road to that in gathering which religious experience demands. what we observe here is a fundamental law of life: enantiodromia or 'conversion into the opposite'. and it is this that makes possible the reunion of the waring halves of the personality, and thereby brings the civil war to an end."
in other words he was seeing that, as blake said: "a fool who persists in his folly will become wise." that the development of egoism in man is not something to be overcome or better integrated by opposition to it, but by following it. it's almost, isn't it, the principle of judo: not overcoming what appears to be a hostile force by opposing it, but by swinging with the punch or rolling with the punch. and so by following the ego the ego transcends itself, and in this moment of insight, the great westerner who comes who comes out of a whole tradition of human personality which centers it upon the ego, upon individual separateness, by going along consistently with this principle comes to same position as the easterner. that is to say, to the point of view where one sees conflict which at first sight had seemed absolute, as resting on a primordial unity and thereby attaining a profound, unshakable peace of the heart, which can nevertheless contain conflict. not a peace that is simply static and lifeless but a peace that passes understanding.
alan watts.
(my transcription, sorry to the copyright and capitalization crazies!)