TRIBUTES TO DEAN BROWN
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MEMORIAL TO DEAN BROWN
Dr. Dean Brown was one of the most remarkable persons I have ever encounter -- a true Renaissance
Man! I met Dean through Dr. Jean Millay over fifteen years ago. At the time he was C.E.O. of
the Picodyne Corporation. One of his immediate concerns was to extend and generalize the
fundamentals of contemporary science in a rigorous way that would lead to a formal means for the
exploration of inner space. After talking with Dean, I invited him to speak to the Foundation
for Mind-Being Research. On May 27, 1988 he
discussed "Meta-Science and Meta-Technologies."
For more emphasis on Dean's relationship to FMBR, click here;
more by Bill Gough
Dean Brown was one of the most versatile people I have ever known. More
than that, however, he was a person of great love, humility, and generosity
I thought of Dean as my best friend during the past ten years or so. We
spent hours every week together in conversation - even after I moved from
California to Nevada. And, during the time I hosted the "Virtual U" radio
program for the Wisdom Network, Dean was my most regular guest.
For information on Dean's many areas of
expertise and interest, click here;
more by Jeffery Mishlove
Jeffrey Mishlove's remembrance of Dean Brown captures a sense I have, but didn't know quite
how to capture it. Some of the most delightful and substantial moments of my life have been spent
with Dean, walking through a wetland occupied by moose in the Arcata area, waking in the morning at
his Aunt's house to poems that matched the spring air, walking through the garden he loved at Filoli,
he noticed that my Irish blue wool cape is the color of the morning glories. I remember Dean
noticing that my dog was very devoted to me, staying by my feet, and inviting me to bring him
to Picodyne so we could be together.
For more memories of Dean as a caring and interested person, click here;
more by Ann McCormick
"Llena la preciosa copa de mar dorado
y entrégamela a mí.
Deja que el vino añejo pase de invitado en invitado,
con las burbujas brillando como perlas en el pecho
como si hubiera despojado a la noche de su oscuridad.
¡Wa Alá! ¡Míralo espumar y sonreir en cientos de copas!
Ha sido extraído de un racimo de estrellas."
Diletaste cor meum
Fill the precious cup of the golden sea and bring it to me.
Let the vintage wine pass from guest to guest,
With bubbles sparkling like a string of pearls,
As if the clouds cleared from the night sky
Voila! Look at it foam, and smile in hundreds of drinks
It has been pulled out from a cluster of stars.
During the year that we worked together, Dean and I often walked to the
local deli at lunchtime. We would talk -- about the company's future,
Hermann Hesse's Magister Ludi, plants he would notice along the way,
the connections among things. As a young man just out of graduate
school, full of questions and excitement about the world, I eagerly
consumed this feast. One day, as we were eating our sandwiches, we got
to talking about food. "The secret to losing weight," he said sagely,
"is eating less cheese."
Thank you, Dean, for your attention.
-- Marvin Zauderer
Harold Dean Brown: a Tribute, from Saul-Paul Sirag
Two years ago when I was visiting Dean on his 73rd birthday, I found out that he had probably
met my grandfather in South Dakota, where Dean was born and raised and went to college. My
grandfather was a Congregational minister at Eagle Butte on the Cheyenne River Indian Reservation.
This was were I began first grade in 1946. Dean said that he often visited that reservation and
was familiar with that church. He was especially tickled by my memory of chasing and corralling
tumble-weeds as if they were stray cattle.
For more personal stories about Dean and a bit more history, click here;
more by Saul-Paul Sirag
I was sorry to hear about Deans passing over to the other side. He was a
great man who followed Einsteins philosophy.
Dean always believed that the most beautiful things we can experience is
the mysterious, for him indeed it was the source of all true art and science
and I am sure that he now knows all of G-ds thoughts and understands that
the rest were merely details.
Peace and Love
Some of the photos Jean Millay collected of Dean for thirty years
There is a selection of pictures, with some text at
They met because of the brainwave light sculpture she and Tim Scully developed in 1972. Dean suggested to Russell Targ that she might help him with his study of Uri Gellers abilities. Over the years she pursued her photographic hobby by taking pictures of various events and projects. Some of these images, rarely shown, are now offered to Deans family and friends with grateful acknowledgement of the incredible influence he had on her life and that of others, and because of the extensive creativity that bubbled from the amazing reach of his mind.
( On dialup connections the pictures are very slow to load. )
My Memories of Dean Brown - by Ted Kahn
picker of buttercups
And the big bullying daisies
through the field wonderful
with eyes a little sorry
also picking flowers"
n e.e. cummings
Dean was my teacher, my first real mentor, my friend and a friend of my whole family, a fellow
student of Torah and Kabbalah,, my colleague and business partner, and a member of our extended
family. In addition to all the different forms of involvement he had with me for many, many
years, he also introduced both my wife, Frona, and my mother, Zelma Kahn, to Transcendental
Meditation-a gift of timeless, infinite value.
For further insights into Dean as mentor and friend, click here;
more by Ted Kahn
Deep wisdom flowed from warm and smiling eyes,
Eagerly searching the wondrous universe,
Asking life to share its amazing secrets,
Now serene in quiet repose.
Bringing love and humor to our hearts,
Raising dreams and hopes to greater heights,
Often bringing the deepest knowing through his kindness,
Willing insight from every word to flow,
Now he speaks forever through our lives..
In memoriam, Richard B. Miles, 6/29/03
I open my mouth to let
the part of Dean Brown
that is in me go where
it needs to.
It flows from my toes and
groin, through the chakras
In, out, with my breath, in
both directions, in all directions.
The corners of my mouth dry,
My tongue searches.
Is it a scream, a moan,
a hymn, a murmer of
the wind in pine trees
that silently hovers near
I want to tell the world
that we were connected,
that he changed my life,
me, everything. That even
after twenty three years of silence
the broken connection
My other self says, "There are hundreds like you,
you have no claim on him."
And I reply
It isn't a claim.
I met Dean Brown when I first entered ministerial school. We were at a
retreat and I was blessed to be sitting at a table with four other students and Dr.
Brown. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Dean Brown was not
only brilliant, he could talk to anyone about anything. Love and respect
permeated the conversations and the table was alive with knowledge, inquiry and
I will treasure my classwork with Dr. Brown and the moments at that table
will live in my heart forever.
Ministerial Graduate of Holmes Insitute
Empty Fullness and the End to Seeking
Perhaps the most revealing Dean Brown story I know is a personal experience that Dean shared
with me a few months ago as we were studying the concept of "empty fullness" in the
Prajna-paramita ("Perfection of Wisdom") scripture of Buddhism-part of our work in
the Unfolding Images of Life Project soon to be posted at www.fmbr.org/life.
For this epiphany story from Dean's life, click here;
from Oliver Markley
Dean Brown- A Friend
I was introduced to Dean as a practicing cardiac anesthesiologist looking for a computer
solution to the vagaries of obtaining payment for my efforts to be useful to mankind.
Dean had then only recently left SRI and formed Picodyne. He came to my home office for
the first meeting and just sat and watched my wife do her work of billing and collecting
for my labors that kept me away from the family for insanely long hours. That power of
observing life and synthesizing the identified components into the question that begged
for solution was in synchrony with my approach to removing people from the autonomous
state and creating total dependence on my and my gadgets
To see the complete story, click here;
from Delfin J Beltran MD
Tributes from the Dean Brown Memorial, June 29, 2003
An empty page, an empty book, a space to be found, to be filled, to be explored.
My experience of Dean was always of a man relentless exploring, always curious, always turning to the empty page. He wrote long and well upon those pages.
Keep exploring, Dean.
It is easy to talk of knowing God, but oh so hard to partner with her.
Your metaphysics provided a sound frameworkto just open the heartbeyond all that.
I loved you as a mentor, father, and friend.
Para sam gate
Love, Kazimierz Gozdz
The very first time we met I remember falling deeply into a conversation that ranged so far and went on and on, much to our mutual delight. We talked about what life is, life in the Dakota, the meaning of things, Schroedinger and Vedanta, and communication between species. At the end, you turned to me with a peaceful silence and said, Sylver, weve already covered everything of importance; the rest is just punctuation. Buber once said, all real living is meeting. I have had you with me twice since our first meeting. I am so grateful for that.
I was lucky enough to share some wonderful hours with you in conversation and listening to music. One of those times was a January morning when you came to visit Bill and me. At that meeting you played a CD of some of the music you had composed!
I had never realized you composed music at all. Also, you asked if wed want to listen to a CD of Arvo Pärts music. It turned out to be an incredibly beautiful piece and later, I bought it for my collection. I had always remembered those special hours of the very special day.
With love, Marion M. Gough
I will always remember the days we spent together. I had so much fun exchanging ideas with you. Thanks for teaching me so much and working together on our joint papers. Will miss you, thanks for being there. I appreciate your wisdom, kindness, and humility.
With love, Bill Gough
Thank you for being part of my life. I will share my being with you in the future.
XO. Larry MacDonald
Dean and I shared 30 years of insatiable curiosityfrom SRI to Uri Geller, to Sunyata and Miracles of Mind. I will always love him and remain his devoted student.
We have to become clear as glass,
So the Divine can shine through.
Thank you for showing the way.
You have always shown everyone your godlike quality and loving way that touched the hearts of everyone around youthat special quality that makes greatness. You are so special in a world of indifference with your pervasive intelligence that penetrates the truth and reveals it. Thank you so much for sharing yourself unselfishly and being one with us all.
I hope we can meet again, somewhere, somehow.
It was a pleasure to know you and we will miss you Dean. Your level of knowledge always made me want to learn more.
My heart is with you as you go through the deep grieving of losing your cherished husband. May you and your kids give yourself plenty of room and time to feel sad and to celebrate Deans life. Hearing from others, I understand what a special person he was. I also honor you and give your specialness.
With utmost appreciation thanks, love and respect.
With gratitude and peace.
Ted and Frona Kahn
Blessings from /to the green field.
Love, Jim Johnston
We have friends in heaven
Most importantly, a friend
Who will take what is time
Our hearts and souls Forever.
Forever yoursForever ours
Forever Gods beloved one. Dean Brown
Love, Lyndall Demeaure?
You were such an inspiration.
Dean and Wendy
Its impossible to say one name and not think of the other. My life has been gladdened, my mind challenged, my body refreshed, my heart made more joyful in the many times weve visited.
Gracious in hospitality, generous in spirit, and jewels in my circle of friends. I love you.
A friend who always zapped me into my center.
There was none better at this.
I always loved him and Wendybest of friends to me and me to them.
Love always, Elyse
When my grandfather passed away, we came back to the house very much like we have gathered here today. He spoke clearly to me as I was standing in the living room. You only have what you give away. Dean has given so muchhe is a wealthy being.
We love you and your wonderful family so much.
Thank you all for making us a part of your family. We feel so much love for you and Wendy and the boys.
You are with us always and forever.
Much love and blessings.
Namaste, Teresa and Vaughan
In a short time I felt so respected and seen by you. Thank you for the gift of your humility and love.
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