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“MYSTICISM IN NEWBURYPORT was introduced at the Miami International Book Fair as a modern-day version of the Herman Hesse Classic Novel, “SIDDHARTHA.”
This is the fourth book in the seven-book series under the title “MYSTICISM IN NEWBURYPORT.” As you will see, there is a theme based on the number SEVEN that runs all through the stories and Peter’s life. Each book in the seven-book series contains seven lighthearted tales from Peter’s life. Peter shares his experience, strength, and hope from his unique life. Peter’s early, wild years in the sixties were full of heavy alcoholic consumption, excessive sixties drug use, violence, arrests, broken bones, motorcycle riding, and endless hours in the gym. At nineteen years old, after seven years of alcoholic drinking, Peter crawled into the 12-step recovery program and began his journey into the spiritual realm. Almost immediately on entering the program, Peter had a spiritual awakening. Many years later, in the little historic seaport town of Newburyport, Massachusetts, Peter was to have a profound spiritual awakening in the form of a powerful “Kundalini Experience.” With this awakening the inner spiritual realms opened wide, and Peter was rocketed into a new world of health, happiness, and prosperity. Past life experiences and vivid visions became a daily occurrence. Unknowingly, Peter had connected with an ancient lineage of Meditation Masters whose energy was infused into Peter, changing his spiritual state and evolution forever. The secrets of the inner world were all revealed. At the same time, Peter was to discover all the hidden secrets of this quaint little historic seaport. To honor this town of Newburyport for being the place of Peter’s spiritual awakening, he has used the name in the title for his books. When asked what the books were about, Peter said he only had one thought: “Mysticism.” Peter shares the great times he had during this seven-year period with the great people, an abundance of Nature, and enjoying continuous insights and spiritual experiences. Peter hopes you enjoy his simple book of tales…

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Publié par	Balboa Press
Date de parution	04 décembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9798765236833
Langue	English
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MYSTICISM IN NEWBURYPORT
PART IV
THE RECLUSIVE MYSTIC
BY
PETER JAMES FORD

Copyright © 2022 Peter James Ford.

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ISBN: 979-8-7652-3682-6 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-3683-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022921806

Balboa Press rev. date: 12/01/2022
Contents
In Memory
Dedication
Sincere Thanks
Forward
Preface
Introduction
1 PJF (Peter’s Jewels Forever) Part III
2 Wisdom Quotes Part III
3 The Way Of The Mystic
4 The Seeker’s Journey
5 Riding Into The Mystic
6 Losing Yourself In Nature
7 Safe Passage (Tibetan Philosophy on Death)
Mystic Voice
Conclusion
About The Author
“60 Years In The Wind” The Ford Family Riders
In Memory
of
Ritchie S.
(An unlikely messenger)
It is interesting how we can just block something that was a traumatic or painful experience and never think about it again for years. Back in the sixties, I had a friend named Ritchie. Ritchie was a complex character. He was a golden gloves fighter, a real sincere seeker, a heroin addict, and someone that was traveling to Mexico and Haight Ashbury, in San Francisco. I had a hard enough time just getting down the street to the high school while Ritchie was traveling all over the country and into Mexico, too. We were an unlikely friendship as I really hated the heroin addicts. They were a different breed of animal from the alcoholic or the sixties drugs user. They had no code that they lived by and could not be trusted. So, it puzzled me, until late one night, it was answered. We had been driving through Lynn Woods late one night while I was drinking and Richie was nodding on the heroin, “riding the dragon.” Somewhere high on a hill in the deepest part of the woods we parked, and I continued drinking. I had consumed a quart and a half of tequila so far that night along with numerous pills and other sixties drugs. It was about three o’clock in the morning and I was still standing but I was not far from passing out or even overdosing. I was blind drunk and on top of that stoned on drugs. Then Ritchie began telling me about this book he had begun reading. Ritchie said: “The book talked about being in a powerful river and going with the flow.” That was all he said. I completely sobered up and I had a clear vision of a black book with a big red circle in the middle. The book was surrounded in golden light; of course, that might have been from the LSD I had taken some time during the night. I stood there for a few moments, as sober as I am right now, and I clearly saw the cover of that book, which turned out to be the original version of “THE TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD”. A few moments later, I collapsed, and I did not wake up until the next day. I forgot all about seeing this book. A few weeks later, I was with Richie again drinking and drugging like usual. I was to leave and not long after Richie was said to have shot himself in the belly. He lay for hours in agony and then he put a bullet in his head and ended his pain at eighteen years old. The events of that night were kind of shadowy and I am not sure what the truth was of what happened. They ruled it a suicide. I guess I will never know. I guess it caught me off guard with him taking his life.
I do know one thing and that was that I never acknowledged his death until thirty years later when I was sober in the 12-step program. I was speaking at a meeting, and I began talking of losing my friend many years earlier. I wondered how I could have just pretended it never happened. Around the same time, I had witnessed someone shot through the neck, bleed out and die before me and I felt nothing. But Ritchie’s death was different. I did not suppress seeing the other shooting, as I felt no feelings to suppress. Like usual, I felt nothing. I was void of any feelings. I was dead inside. My heart had closed at an early age, and I never felt anything for anyone. I could have easily become an emotionless hitman or a serial killer. I seemed to have acquired the knowledge about taking care of business somewhere along the line. But for some reason I could not even acknowledge what happened with Ritchie. Somehow I felt a sense of being responsible. I had a helpless feeling for somehow letting it happen. For some reason, I cared about his death…
So the night I spoke at the recovery meeting thirty years later, I finally acknowledged and hopefully accepted his death. It was my beginning process to heal from this loss.
The saying that “Some come only for a season, but all come for a reason” is so true for me with the short time I knew Richie. We met at the Catholic Church and ended up in a fight in the sanctuary passageway. Richie liked me as I held my own, fighting him. Not many lasted standing toe to toe with Richie. He was a natural fighter, a golden gloves champ.
Ritchie was to be the “unlikely messenger” that reawakened me in this lifetime.
Richie’s words that night about the book he was reading powerfully affected me and even caused past life experiences. But, like Richie’s death, I did not think about it for almost forty years, until I began writing my first book. I was leaving the coffee shop in Newburyport, and I suddenly remembered that night in 1968. For some reason, the name “THE TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD” came into my consciousness. I began searching and the first book I found was “THE TIBETAN BOOK OF LIVING AND DYING,” written by Sogyal Rinpoche in 1992. It was a great book that I enjoyed, but it was not the book that I was searching for. I was to find a few versions of “THE TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD,” but none that resembled my vision.
One night, I was at the meditation group at Martha’s house. A sweetheart of a woman who originally was helping me with the editing of the stories in my first book. I shared with her my frustration to find the exact cover image of the book that I had seen in 1968. She said: “Wait a minute,” and disappeared into her private library. She came back into the room and pulled a book from behind her back and revealed it to me. The book had a black cover with a big red circle in the middle. It was the original translation of “THE TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD.”
I was to find that someone else shared my fascination with this book. It was Carl Jung. After Carl had read this book it became his constant companion. Carl was an amazingly evolved person who was open to merging Western thought with the Eastern wisdom. Carl spoke highly of the 12-step recovery program for alcoholics. Carl said: “It is kind of interesting how we call alcohol SPIRITS.” I loved Carl’s writings and I am following in his footsteps with writing about symbols. My humble insights don’t compare with this amazing teacher and master.
Well, I humbly dedicate this book to a great friend and a sincere seeker.
Big Thanks to Richie for playing his part on my journey…
Dedication
This book is dedicated to Dave Nock and his family: Jane, Erik, Alyssa, and Cheyenne.

SOME PEOPLE JUST CAN’T BE REPLACED

Dave, Myself, and My Keystone Chopper

Many years ago I went with my friend, Big Chris, to Hard Nocks Gym in Amesbury, Massachusetts. Dave Nock created this gym in 1960. The oldest running gym in New England. Dave was a U.S. Marine, an Amesbury Police Officer, bodybuilder, and an all-around great guy who supported and helped many people. Dave did not care what your past was but treated everyone fairly. There were basic rules of respect for the gym and for the people that trained there, but that was the extent of the rules. Simply having respect for others and treating others fairly was all that was asked. I was to find men and women that still had a code of honor and a simple code of life that they lived by. I found the most standup people that I had ever come across. This gym was a magical place for reaching your full potential in whatever sport you were training for.
I was to reach my peak and I still maintain it into my seventies from training at this unique and exceptional gym. In high school, I was a drugged out, drunken fool with a small frame and I only weighed 140 pounds. I ended up in the 12-step recovery program at nineteen years old. After getting sober, I began training a full range of