One had better not challenge the watcher of the established bounds. And yet--it is only by advancing beyond those bounds...that the individual passes...into a new zone of existence...The adventure is always and everywhere a passage beyond the veil of the known into the unknown; the powers that watch at the boundary are dangerous; to deal with them is risky; yet. . . with competence and courage the danger fades.
—Joseph Campbell



I. The Call

II. Departure/Entry

III. The One Guide

IV. Trial

V. Passage

VI. Return

VII. Home



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I. What specific people, activities, ideas, or things do I use to avoid knowing what my feelings are, or that I even have feelings?


There was the door for which I had no key.
There was the veil through which I could not see.
—Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
tr. E. Fitzgerald

No one told me
it would lead to this.
No one said
there would be secrets
I would not want to know.

—David Whyte
There are two equally dangerous extremes
-- to shut reason out, and to let nothing else in.
—Blaise Pascal
How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream...to dream and dream.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson
I feel, therefore I feel lousy.
I don't feel, so I feel fine.
—Jack Kammer

II. How untrusting, afraid, or ashamed do I feel about showing different parts of myself?
How can I benefit from sharing my inner life and experiences with other men?


Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead a man to himself.
—Herman Hesse
We are all in this together--by ourselves
—Lily Tomlin
How good and how pleasant it is that brothers sit together.
—Psalm 133
Too much agreement kills a chat.
—Eldridge Cleaver

III. How aware am I of the deeper underlying causes within myself that create the emotions I feel?
In my everyday life, do I know the difference between having an emotion or feeling, and acting on it?


I am not I.
                         I am this one
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times forget.
—Juan Ramon Jimenez
tr. R. Bly
And he was the demon of my dreams...
...the flames that fell
from his torch like drops
lit up the deep dungeon of the soul.
       ...his iron hand took mine.
       ...And in my dream I walked
       blinded by his red torch.
       In the dungeon I heard the sound of chains
       and the stirrings of beasts that were in cages.
—Antonio Machado
tr. R. Bly
No one told me about seeing,
seeing brought me
loss and a darkness I could not hold.
—David Whyte
We are betrayed by what is false within.
—George Meredith

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