Presented in reverse chronology, this history stretches from the present back to the Fellowship's 1970 founding, and beyond.
(See "Blog Archive" in the sidebar below.) It draws from many sources, including The Fellowship of Friends - Living Presence Discussion, the Internet Archive, the former Fellowship of Friends wiki project, cult education and awareness sites, news archives, and from the editor's own 13-year experience in the Fellowship.

The portrait that emerges stands in stark contrast to sanitized versions presented on the Fellowship's array of
alluring websites, and on derivative sites created by Burton's now-estranged
disciple, Asaf Braverman.

Monday, February 1, 2016

"No hope for man without the Ark..."

[ed. - In his Ark in Time "Fourth Way School," Asaf Braverman adopts Robert Burton's use of the Ark theme, and subtly seeks to instill a sense of dread in his audience. From the start, Burton used this technique, especially through prophecies, to gradually bind the naive and gullible to his Fellowship of Friends, convincing them his "esoteric school," with its direct link to the gods ("Influence C" as Burton calls them) provides mankind's (and thus, the devotee's) only hope for redemption and immortality.

In similar fashion, Braverman assures those fortunate enough to discover his teaching  (the "chosen ones" in Burton's words), "There is room aboard."

On this path, it is only a matter of time before Asaf's Ark assumes the grandiosity that has long characterized Burton's narcissistic and delusional world.]

Asaf Braverman's Ark in Time Fellowship of Friends Fourth Way school
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Mankind rides the swallowing sea of time and death, rising
and plummeting, flourishing then all but disappearing
from the hollowed horizon. Through it all, ever sheltered
in the heart that mothers the mind, is an ancient wisdom,
transformation’s secrets readying their next expression:

Ascending in Egyptian pyramids from a great science
of immortality, then eroding into dead stone;
rising again as temples of philosophy that then lose
through centuries their reason in arthritic argument;
in Christ’s cathedrals climbing heavenly light, in stupas
to the Enlightened One blessing like stars the landscape’s peace,
then drained and distracted, abandoning shells of glory
to rot in dogma and buy the insurance of belief.

So as mankind transforms his fateful craft, his Ark in time,
so the single human being, on his own scale, transforms
the chaos of his thoughts, the earthbound bargaining of flesh,
and finds in the Ark’s ongoing an artistry of life,
a consciousness of higher being, a deathless purpose.
The Ark abides in Golden Age and in Apocalypse,
and from its deck of willing work to each instructed man
extends eternal possibility – transcendent sight.

No hope for man without the Ark, no Ark without each man
resolving to a soul. So we sail on, remastering
the ocean’s terror and despair, the perils of this age,
with each aware of feeling, breathing, thinking going on
here below observing consciousness. There is room aboard.

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