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In prison today, the joy of conversation!
Nine men, the greetings, laughter, deep inquiry, listening and asking into the edge of fluid unknowing.
Our second meetingbrook conversation after two year COVID hiatus.
Ends with Berdyaev,
“Every single human soul has more meaning and value than the whole of history.” —Nikolai Berdyaev
A good place to begin again.
It’s hard not to see facts and evidence suggesting the former president was involved in and advocated for something very, very, wrong.
Yes, soon enough, he will be gone. But the dishonor worn by republican sycophants and enablers will stick to them for long, long, time.
Their crass cynical defiant denials are sheer embarrassment.
As a reluctant listener* -- I practice listening.
He said this in the interview, that being spiritually unconscious means one is "at the mercy of the conditioning of your mind and emotions" (E. Tolle, 42:00 ff)
Awareness attempts to suspend conditioning for an instant so as to allow a wisely attending presence to arrive in the moment and rest caringly in the surround wherein one is dwelling.
On D-Day in Normandy the beaches filled with dead men in combat gear.
On every day in America the ground and floors are filled with dead children, teens, and adults -- in school clothes, casual wear, and Sunday best.
No, the war is far from over.
The enemy refuses to allow us to keep our citizens safe.
In their suits and office dress they will not look out their political windows to see the bloodshed or hear the screams of anguish.
Keep the flags at half mast.
Imagine there is a Spirit of oneness and wholeness that hovers throughout the world.
All we’d have to do is not hold ourselves apart. To allow what is actually and only there to be what it is — actually and only there.
That might be called a sane response to reality.
This is the meditation we are invited into at Pentecost.
Not to be insane.
Do we dare?
Or shall we remain the devastated and incoherent society and culture we’ve become in our distracting and divisive disorientation?
No, let’s try sanity!
Show up, Holy Spirit, take us over, disarm us, let us see, your, clear, silence.
I recall the refrain of a mantra taught by a Carthusian:
Still our stormy minds.
Calm all our strivings.
Make us one.