Very few Enneagram teachers today would have a job or income without Father Bob Ochs, S.J.. Few would have a single student if it were not for Ochs. The only exception might be Hameed Ali’s Diamond Diamond approach, or any Teachers from the Arica community. Still, I would argue that Ali and Sandra Maitri as well as Ichazo’s disciples, rode the wave of the Enneagram enthusiasm that Ochs created at considerable personal cost. It was enormous.
In about 1990, on a whim, I asked Claudio Naranjo to allow me to interview him about a possible article I tentatively titled “The Jesuit Transmission of the Enneagram.” He spoke with me for several hours a day over a week. I prepared a transcribed version of our taped conversations, and he gave me permission to use the material as I saw fit. Unfortunately, it was lost in a computer crash, and the actual tapes vanished during an attic clean-out. I have to rely on my memory and intuitive sense to recreate Naranjo’s reflections.
They were far from positive. Naranjo was emphatic. There was no Jesuit transmission because “they (the Jesuits plus Palmer et al) made too many mistakes.” Palmer said something like “In our work, we see far more Eights coming into the 'Work' than Naranjo did. When I quoted her, he might have even used the word 'bullshit,' though he rarely used gutter talk. I remember well that throughout all the interviews, there was almost no humor, a few nervous chuckles, and no jokes. Naranjo was deadly serious.
Naranjo asserted that he had authorized Ochs to convey his “indications” to the Jesuit groups, the Jesuit School of Theology (JSTB), and Loyola University Chicago. There was to be no personal spin or interpretation. As an example, he cited the “now infamous” meeting where everyone, priests, nuns, men, and women, took off all their clothes as a sign of fearless self-inquiry and surrender. He said that Ochs would not have dared give that direction on his own. AD tells me that it was she who flew to Chicago that night and asked everyone to disrobe. Everyone did. Naranjo told me that the idea came to him on a sudden “whim.” That was one of the few chuckles that entire week.
Naranjo controlled the conversation. There was a clear, definite subtext: he was deeply upset (I’ll use a gutter expression, “pissed off”) about the significant number of Enneagram titles available. I didn’t press the question. Market share was not the primary source of the upset. That he considered many of the interpretations to be misdirected, if not entirely flawed, was.
Naranjo didn’t read many (if any) of the books; instead, he heard reports about the typing and might have cross-checked here and there, but my impression was that he’d lost control and regretted it. He always spoke of Ichazo in a guarded, slightly disapproving way, but it was always couched in his belief that Ichazo was the link between the Enneagram and Gurdjieff’s teachings. That link to me felt a bit weird, esoteric, almost mystical, but I recognized it. Ochs had no authorization to pass on that imprimatur or seal of approval because Naranjo imagined Ochs had bungled the job, which was unforgivable.
Let’s pick up the timeline. The interviews took place after Naranjo had stopped returning Ochs’s phone calls. The serious and hurtful blaming had begun and was taking its toll. Ochs had stopped teaching at the JSTB, or anywhere. He moved out of the small faculty residence that I found on Hillegass Avenue at the American Baptist Seminary of the West. Perhaps he had been asked to leave. He was evasive. He told me that he’d rented a tiny, dark in-law apartment in a converted garage, in a very Asian neighborhood up the hill in El Cerrito. The Jesuits had granted him a leave of absence, a sabbatical, and a small stipend. I was not clear about his canonical status, but his connection to the Jesuits seemed tenuous. He told me that he told his superiors he was working on a book, and they were (how shall I say this?) eager to see results, which would never materialize. I surmised that they didn’t know what to do with him.
Naranjo had stopped returning Ochs’s phone calls, which upset him so much he couldn’t talk about it. The Tantric Master Yogi Chen had passed away. His only visitor was SD, a lovely woman from either my group or the one directly after mine. I knew SD and knew that she and Ochs had a romantic connection. SD has also died. Ochs would not be the first heterosexual Jesuit to develop a strong, romantic relationship with a woman that at some point included sex. Theilard had a lover, and I knew the woman who filled that role for Avery Dulles, though I am sure Avery and JC never had sex.
I called Ochs at regular intervals for more than a decade. Sometimes it would take him a week or more to respond. We would meet at a particular restaurant where he could eat, particularly a Peruvian one on Mission in San Francisco. He complained that he had no energy; he found a homeopathic doctor, or dietician, who prescribed a matchbook-sized piece of protein to be eaten between 1 and 4 in the afternoon. It seemed crazy, but he was almost fanatical.
Ochs told me that he was trying to write. At the time, I found hundreds of titles, which had increased to more than 300 the last time I surveyed them in 2019. https://enneagrambibliography.blogspot.com/2019/07/all-things-enneagram.html He mentioned that all these teachers were generating good incomes, and he was living on less than $2,000 a month. It didn’t feel like jealousy. I recognized the burden of the One Fixation’s way of comparing and contrasting his personal output very critically. It paralyzed him. He had been the source of so much good work, but every time he started to write, he would produce a few pages and then mercilessly throw them in the waste basket after a week. He felt obligated to make something unique, worthy of the guy who kicked the ball into play, and he couldn’t do it.
I asked Ochs what he wanted to say. He would respond vaguely that no one had ever looked at the major authors of the Western canon from an Enneagram perspective. However, somehow typing Tolstoy and launching into an analysis was not working out. I didn’t know how to respond.
Ochs was obsessed with two writers, Camille Paglia and Doris Lessing. How he lumped them together, I don’t know. With Paglia, I sensed some camaradship that they’d been treated badly, even excluded for unjust reasons, and with Lessing, he was obsessed with uncovering another path to Gurdjieff. He told me that part of his practice was to write to Idries Shah — that letter writing was a revered Sufi practice. Shah might have sent a sentence or two back. When he died in 96, Ochs wrote letters to his son as he was sure that Tahir had inherited his dad’s mantle. When Tahir responded that he was not a Sufi teacher, Ochs continued to write his letters. He told me: “That’s what he’s supposed to say.”
Looking back, I have to consider that Ochs, this truly important person in my life, had suffered a psychotic break. He lived in a cave and entertained bizarre obsessions. His superiors might have been helpless. Ochs was a solemnly professed member of a religious order with a track record of involvement in a significant spiritual movement. That counted for something with the Jesuits; it was a credential that had no value in the world of academia and job applications. Thank God they did not cut him off. He would have been helpless. He told me that SD had a profitable therapy practice and helped him out. (She also probably watched out for his mental state.) I was not in any position to help. I was also on a marginal income. Part of me wondered where all the people were that he’d helped. Why didn’t he receive invitations to speak or contribute articles? Of course, by the time we had our Peruvian dessert, I realized that it would have been impossible to work with him. He gave us the Enneagram, and when it ate his life, we had to stand by helplessly.
Eventually, Ochs stopped responding, and my calls became far less frequent. My own life was a mess. After going to meetings and quitting crystal meth, I did a year of intense traditional psychotherapy at Langley Porter. I had tried to trick myself into believing that the Enneagram, or Zen, could do the work of healing, something that neither is designed to do. In some ways, it made things worse, or maybe just brought my own pain into plain sight, and I could no longer leave corrective actions for another time.
During the COVID-19 lockdown in India, I started to write about Ochs and discovered that he had died on May 4th, 2018, at the Claude de la Colombiere Center in Clarkston, Michigan. He was 88 years old.
I hope that a few of his students were able to put love into action and provided some comfort in his last years. He used to talk light-heartedly about “The Cosmic Coincidental Control Center.” I hope it didn’t run amok.
For a more in-depth recounting of Ochs’s first Enneagram teachings at JSTB, please go to my post also called “the Jesuit Transmission of the Enneagram” on my blog, Buddha SJ, https://jesuskoan.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-jesuit-transmission-of-enneagram.html
