I got this email because Lex Hixon was a close ally of mine, and the writer found reports of what Lex and I did together posted here: http://mightycompanions.org/LexHixon.
I met Lex Hixon when I was a teenager. He inspired me to be a more loving person and to be less judgmental of other people. I LOVED HIM AND STILL DO. I spent a lot of time with him and was introduced to many religions because of him. In my opinion he was one of the most beautiful people I HAVE EVER MET IN MY LIFE. HE GAVE EVERYONE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. I have never felt so loved in the purest sense of the word.
This sort of expression is a common one. People would run by Lex briefly and it would be unforgettable for them. It was instant connection and melting of hearts. A lots of this came out when Lex died — he thought it was parasites from India, where they gave him some major honor, but it was colon cancer, caught too late.
Lex was one of the giant thinkers of our time. Ken Wilbur wrote the intro to Lex’s first book, Coming Home: The Experience of Enlightenment in Sacred Traditions, in which he said, “Perhaps the single best introductory book ever written on the world’s great mystical traditions.”
Lex was a rabble rouser. When he left, we were in the midst of planning Celebrations of the Human Spirit, which we were going to do in stadiums. Lex could have pulled that off. He so wanted to wake the world up, and he came from a wealthy family that could have supported some pretty wild attempts.
Lex left us way too soon, at age 55, in 1995, on November 1, All Souls’ Day, interestingly the day when they say the line between the world’s is thinnest. This is a beautiful obituary written by another close ally, that I urge you to read.
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Thanks so much for posting mention of Lex. I followed the link you have in it to “the beautiful obituary by another close ally” and was brought back into the experience, after so long, of what it was like to be with Lex. I found myself breathless with the light flowing from my own words–reminding me of the delight Lex used to take in reading his own writing, or hearing it read, as if it had been written by someone else. Namaste to that “someone”–and thank you again.