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Songwriter, Author, Philanthropist P F Sloan Died On Nov 16
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Tuesday Nov 17th, 2015 5:12 PM
Los Angeles resident P F (Philip) Sloan was born in New York in 1945. He died on Nov 16 of 2015.
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Los Angeles resident P F (Philip) Sloan was born in New York in 1945. He died on Nov 16 of 2015.


Songwriter P F Sloan died on Nov 16. In his youth he had been a rabbinical scholar, before choosing the path of music. He was made a millionaire by his songs' royalties. But he gave nearly everything away. He never liked to criticize anyone.. His intuitive empathy and brilliance were
exceptional.

He was with Steve Feinberg the coauthor of What's Exactly The Matter With Me.

In the last few years, each morning he began his day with a chapter from I Am That by Nisargadatta Maharaj followed by one from Sai Satcharitra.

Several decades ago he was near death when he dreamt that Sai Baba promised to heal him if he came to Baba's ashram. He went and he was healed. During and after that time he experienced numerous miracles, of which some are recounted in 2 links below.

He incorporated in his correspondence the shared letters of Sail Over and Sai Lover.

Sail over
Sai Lover
sail over
the sea of samsara.

(samsara: illusion, maya)

Ted Henry, former ABC affiliate anchor, has some of Philip's experiences at

http://souljourns.net/index.php/how-i-came-to-sai/345-many-miracles-and-experiences-with-sai-baba-by-p-f-sloan-received-jan-2012

https://sathyasaibabaexpress.wordpress.com/ps1-7-leelas-from-a-famous-songwriter/

https://sathyasaibabaexpress.wordpress.com/11-without-a-leg-to-stand-on/

Text of Sai Sathcaritra http://www.saibaba.org/saisatc.html

Text of I Am That by Nisargadatta Maharaj http://www.anandavala.info/miscl/I_Am_That.pdf




Eve Of Destruction Lyrics

(by P F Sloan)

The eastern world it is explodin',
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin',
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Nn, Can't you feel the fears that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
And marches alone can't bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. mmm, no, no.
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

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