06/08/2023
On the 21st of July this year an important teacher of mine passed - https://memories.net/timeline/ken-mellor-16211
Some words to him:
To Ken
There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.
Give your life
to be one of them
-Rumi
Ken was an important person in my life as I grappled with waves of suffering. For me he was a finger pointing to the moon – a teacher leading from darkness to light.
He knew, he had experienced, he had presence born of this and his intent was, I think, always to help. He was a fellow traveller ahead on the path
Ken was of a generation of Western dharma teachers who contributed to a fusing of traditions that were thousand of years old with modern psychological practices.
I can remember in one of our training groups a presentation by Rupert Sheldrake who amongst other things, introduced the concept of the morphic field. The morphic field represents an energy that was saturated with creative possibility. (Ideas from the morphic field could present to individuals separated by thousands of kilometres.) Ken grounded the energies of the wave that was also expressed by other contemporary teachers each in their own unique form. He, with Elizabeth, contributed grounding, centring, unifying meditations and numerous other practicals guidances to living in the world and connecting with essence.
I met Ken in the mid seventies at a workshop he was running. I had a recognition of the importance of his clarity and practicality in his teaching. I became a client of his and then later a member of the training and supervision groups he led with Elizabeth. They offered all sorts of personal and professional teachings which were of great importance to me. Of course, the other profound level they offered was meditative guidance. ( This filtered through the nature of love dogs, and the desire for someone else to do the impossible! – the teacher’s burden)
Our paths digressed but I was always pleased to resume contact. I maintained some contact during Ken’s illness. I visited once during Covid and also rang him a number of times.
During one conversation Ken told me he was leaving the care facility that night – he was being picked up. I didn’t quite know how to react and muttered something noncommittal.
Ken immediately commented, “Your ‘ah ha’ was about as convincing as my saying I was being picked up tonight”
and then we both laughed.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing. and right doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass. the world is too full to talk about.
Rumi
Vale Ken. Thank you.