Issue 38 | The Sun Magazine

August 1978

Readers Write

What Is Marriage?

An acceptance, a sacred and beautiful covenant, a vehicle for going to God

By Our Readers
Sy Safransky's Notebook

Five Poems

I want to love loneliness / the way I love you. I want / to enter it and twist up its / hair in my fist.

By Sy Safransky
Quotations

Sunbeams

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

Carl Jung

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.

By Sy Safransky & Betsy Campbell Blackwell
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Making Predictions

Astrology, particularly predictive astrology, can be an awesomely powerful tool. Through it, consciousness is extended beyond its natural limits. Rather than seeing life from ground level as a series of confrontations with specific, seemingly unrelated situations, the awareness rises temporarily into the stratosphere.

By Steven Forrest
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

All That Glitters

Book Review

American Gold is a book full of poetry, a book of history, the story of a place as it changes through fifty-eight years, the history of the shaping of a sensibility. It is not quite a novel. But it is a book worth having.

By David M. Guy
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Growing People — The Findhorn Experience

Follow that intuition, that still small voice, that flash, that prompting. Don’t listen to that lower mind, that will give you all the reasons why you shouldn’t follow it there. So, it’s immediate action. Try it out. At first there are two voices — a higher voice and a lower voice. Keep on until there’s only one voice.

By Peter Caddy
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Notes On The Lecture On Findhorn

There was no despair in these people. There was none of the grasping idealism about them which has characterized other groups pointing to change in our culture. There was only peace and a simple acceptance of the rightness of each moment spent in attunement with God.

By Richard Williams
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Winning In America

A JAKE scream is the best. It can probably out/decibel a primal scream any day of the week, and has the added advantage of surprise attack, giving it increased sincerity. You don’t know you’re going somewhere special to scream. It is convenient, occurring in the ordinary workings of daily life.

By Cheryl Nelson Schilling
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Journal Writing

Where It Can Go From Where It Is

The blood pumps hard and I see that I am really writing, not playing at writing. I use whatever gifts I have. I give respect to the words as I lift and shake and kiss them. I admit that what is secret and hidden is the best advice for the next generation.

By Holly Prado
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Food First — Beyond The Myth Of Scarcity

Book Excerpt

The world’s hungry people are being thrown into ever more direct competition with the well-fed and the over-fed. The fact that something is grown near your home in abundance, or that your country’s natural and financial resources were consumed in producing it, or even that you yourself toiled to grow it will no longer mean that you will be likely to eat it.

By Alice Ammerman , Joseph Collins , Cary Fowler & Frances Moore Lappé
Photography

Photographs: Circles, Corners, Grand Central

The photographs in this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.

By John Rosenthal
Photography

A Romance

Cartoon By James Thornton

With regards to changing the title from “That Very Special Romance” to “A Romance” I must raise the following objections and make the following suggestions. 1. My title has a certain acerbic irony not present in the truncated (emasculated?) form. The fact is there was nothing particularly romantic about my relationship with the little trollop.

By James Thornton