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Peter Morrow (Source: Ocala-News) |
“What is greatest in our existence, what makes it precious beyond words, is the modesty to use sorrow so that it penetrates our soul.” - Rainer Maria Rilke
[ed. - On Halloween, Peter Morrow, a member of The Fellowship of Friends and patron of Robert Earl Burton for over 40 years, died when his airplane crashed on a Florida highway. In the days following, official Fellowship events seemed to indulge a morbid fascination with Peter's death and "signs" that angels choreographed the event for the exclusive benefit of Robert Earl Burton and his followers. These records demonstrate, in all its glory, Burton's "magical thinking."
The excerpt below is from Peter Morrow's Elysian Society memorial page. That both Morrow's and Burton's mothers died on a Halloween offered Burton an opportunity to remind followers that he defeated his mother's "feminine dominance," a story he's told countless times (suggesting the "victor" may have indeed been his mother.)]
Dear Friends,
Peter Morrow, a beloved member of the Fellowship of Friends, completed his task on October 31 at 1:00 pm ET in an airplane crash in Florida while piloting his own plane. A mechanic was flying with him, testing electrical equipment. Peter would have turned seventy-four this coming January 30th.
Peter joined the Fellowship in the New Haven Center on May 1, 1979. He has been part of centers in New York, London, and Apollo, where he has lived since 2001.
Peter had a deep commitment to the Fellowship and to supporting and beautifying Apollo. He expressed his love of presence and of sharing presence by hosting students at his home at Apollo and his hotel in Jamaica. His passion for flying was central to his play, and many students will remember flying with Peter in his plane.
Robert said that it is a strong shock for the school that happened on Halloween, and that it is much worse than the death of his mother. Nothing wrong occurred with Peter.
[ed. - That simple introductory statement of facts then veers off into Robert Burton's magical thinking. Burton fills his narratives with 44s and other usual "signals" (often in the form of license plates) to assure followers that 44 (now 81?) angels are indeed watching over his flock. There is commonly an all-hands effort to collect and decipher these coded messages from the gods. Note: The crash occurred on State Road 200, near SW 43rd Court. And, per the NTSB's Preliminary Report, it happened at 11:30, not 11:44. Robert Burton cannot be accused of modesty in his use of sorrow.]
[Quoting Rilke, above] “What is greatest in our existence, what makes it precious beyond words, is the modesty to use sorrow”—Peter Morrow—“so that it penetrates our soul.” It certainly does penetrate our soul. I said the other day, “You do not know how much you love a person until he [ed. - or she] dies.”
Even so, we are in the business of not dying, and it is working perfectly. A student observed that this is the forty-fourth week of the year and that today is the last day of the forty-fourth week. After Peter’s crash, the emergency vehicles were directed to go to the 44th block, between 43rd and 44th Streets. Then a former student who used to fly with Peter, Peter Ingle — meaning 'angel' — came to the scene.
An angel attended Peter; that is why he came. No harm has been done. Their aim is to make the state we have stronger. That is strictly why Influence C did it. It is a brutal shock, but that is the nature of evolution: Trick or Treat, my mother is dead, her name is Shock, it is Halloween [link added]. My mother’s shock meant virtually nothing compared to Peter’s death. She had no presence while Peter had a lot of presence. He met an objectively useful death. He received what he needed from this life. And now we are getting what we need from this shock. - Robert Earl Burton
[ed. - In the days following Peter's death, Fellowship meetings and dinners at Apollo focused on the subject and its "esoteric" significance. The Apollo Miracle newsletter captured meeting highlights. (Excerpts below.) In the following transcriptions, I have retained the full names of well-known Fellowship leaders.]

[ed. - An anonymous Fellowship insider reported on November 16, 2019:]
Peter died on Thursday, October 31st. His death and related "information" was the sole subject of the Friday night meeting, Saturday morning meeting, Saturday dinner, and Sunday morning meeting. I don't know if it extended into the following week (most likely it did, beginning with the Wednesday night meeting.)
I believe the reason for all the attention is the simple matter of Robert Burton taking advantage of a pretty major, unexpected "shock" to reaffirm his position as the wise, detached, all-seeing, all-knowing island of stability, security and relativity amidst the emotional chaos and identification of his immature and dependent children. I guess he needed so many meetings and dinners in order to make sure everyone knew what to think, what to say, and what to feel (or not to feel). I'm certain that Burton's status as conscious-immortal-enlightened wise man is sky-high right now, and the ability of Fellowship members to come to their own understanding and conclusions is at an all-time low.
During the meetings, Robert mentioned a few times something related to the ark, the future role of the Fellowship, etc. He said something about Peter's Italian-inspired house (photo), how it might become a learning center of Italian culture, or something like that. He dragged out a real oldie-but-goodie about everyone speaking Italian someday. Well, he said that 20-30 years ago, and nothing whatsoever came of it. (Burton certainly did not lead the way in learning to speak Italian.) [ed. - In the 70s, Burton wanted his students to learn French. As far as I know, he didn't learn French either.] It's almost as though Peter's death and the fact that he had this "Italian" home, stirred up these old dreams in Burton, like long-past military exploits in an old man, which will soon retreat back into his sub-consciousness.
It's clear that Burton was not going to let pass a huge potential financial opportunity.
Another possible explanation involves the Fellowship's elite.The Fellowship financial elite include Rowena Taylor (beneficiary of her father's jade mines and retail business in Guatemala,) Geraldine R.'s family (with land and livestock holdings in Australia,) Ethan Harris, Marcus Lasken (with a large inheritance from his father's business,) Diana Kay (however she became rich,) Alisanne Frew (consummate wheeler-dealer,) three members in Mexico City (Javier G. and a couple, Emilio and Lourdes), all with high connections within the government (at least the previous government); an Indian fellow named Rathin, the "Godfather" of the Indian centers (like Robert Taylor was in Russia for many years); and, of course, Peter.
No doubt Burton was somehow hoping to be willed Peter's house, but found out quickly that that would not happen. He wanted the Fellowship to buy the house for him. And, of course, this is where the wealthy elite come in. Can he get them, collectively, to donate $750,000, more or less, or maybe even $1 million; depends on what Peter's heirs or trust would be asking? What would he have to do, or promise to them (hint, hint: something about "Paradise"), to get them to donate such a large amount of money?
This venture would also include a major, year(s)-long funding-raising effort throughout the Fellowship, so that everyone can feel part of the endeavor. One of the selling points might be that Peter paid the ultimate price, and the least we can do is to honor his death by keeping his house within the Fellowship and, at the same time, showing how much we love and worship Robert Burton. Even $10 (a week) will assist in this divine effort. There will be a collection plate at every meeting. Jewelry gladly accepted. The great gods hovering in the room right now will be eternally grateful.
Finally, per a member who heard it from the horse's mouth, Robert Burton did not attend Peter's funeral service, burial and reception (at Peter's house) this past Saturday afternoon, so that he could save his energy for the dinner. (Of note, he has not attended a funeral service for many years.)
[ed. - The double entendre below was likely unintentional, though Peter Morrow was a member of the Fellowship during the era when present-day Apollo was referred to as Renaissance, California.]
"He was a true Renaissance man if there ever was one."
From Jamaica Inn "In remembrance of Peter Morrow"
Additional coverage of the tragedy:
Jamaica Gleaner report of plane crash
Jamaica Gleaner article about hotelier Peter Morrow
Kathryn's Report coverage