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Saturday, August 10, 2013

A Question of Spiritualities

If you are reading this, you probably already read my blog, and have a fairly good idea of my theological bent. But it occurs to me that I know little or nothing about most of my friends. So, I would like to open up this dialogue by asking some questions. I would consider it a great personal favour if you answered them as thoroughly as possible. It is my desire to have a better understanding of the wide and varied, and wonderful spiritual paths of my friends.

"Remember, this is for posterity, so be honest." - T. Rugan


What, if any spiritual/religious path do you follow?
What do you consider to be the spiritual aspects of your religion?
How do you obtain spiritual peace/satisfaction through your religion or spiritual practices?
Do you believe in a Higher Power/God/or Gods?
How do you relate, in this world, to your idea of a Higher Power/God/or Gods?
How does(do) your Higher Power/God/or Gods relate back to you and to the world?
What is the desired final outcome of your being here on Earth? What do you believe happens next?
How does that belief influence the way you operate in this world?
Is there anything else you would like to add to this discussion?

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Church and State

I saw a post this morning that read; "Pass the 28th Amendment: The Complete removal of the Church from the State," and it got me to thinking: It can't be done.
There is no Church and State. The Catholic Church has no office or authority in the U.S. Government. The Baptist Church has no office or authority in the U.S. Government. Nor do the Mormons, the Pentecostals, or any of the other nearly 41,000 sects of Christianity. Neither does the Church of Scientology, Wicca, Chuthulu, or Bob. So, which Church has office or authority in the US Government? There is none. What we have is people. People who are elected officials (meaning one way or another, you had a hand in putting them there), and people are members of various religious denominations... or not. They are people who hold the values of their particular religion or non-religion, and those values are going to affect how they manage things. By asking for a complete removal of "Church from State" what you are really asking for is to vote in only atheists &or humanists into office. If you don't like your Conservative Christian congress(wo)man, then do what is necessary to vote him/her out of office. Otherwise, if you want the complete removal of religio-spiritual influence from all government agency, you had better get started on those AI robots. Let me know how that works out for you.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Where my forgiveness ends...

I saw a post tonight by a friend applauding the abolition of the death penalty somewhere, and a rallying cry to everyone to keep fighting against death penalty laws.
I am of mixed feelings on this front. I do not believe that we as human beings have the right to take another human being's life, even in cases that "warrant" the death penalty. I also believe that "if you kill them, they can't learn nothin'" And, I believe in the words of Jesus of Nazareth when he said "Forgive them seventy times seven times." To a point...
When 3 immigrant workers entered my Ant and Uncle's produce stand in central Florida in the mid 80's, gunned down the friend-of-the-family clerk, and took my Aunt and Uncle in the back room and shot them execution style for the nominal amount of money in the register, my unforgiveness meter jumped straight to 491, and there it has sat for 30 years.
The clerk, by the grace of God and the benefit of being morbidly obese, survived five bullets to the torso, consequently, being able to positively identify the killers.
I do not know if those men have made it through the system to "the chair" yet. And I don't dare ask. All I can do, at moments like this when the maelstrom of rage starts its slow churning in my heart, is ask God for correct judgement on those men's behalf, and for forgiveness for my weakness.

Pray in Secret...

Does the Lord not say to keep your prayers and charities secret? That the Father will know his own? Then why do you wear your prayers and your charities on you sleeve, like some badge of honour? Do you so desperately seek the approval of man that you disregard the advise of God? Or do you seek to prove to man just how holy you are? This is the path of Pharisees and Sadducees, not the path of followers of His Way. Go back in your closet and shut your door. Pray in the silence of a space occupied only by You and God. Then come out and show the world HIS worth by example, not YOUR worth, by a list of things that you do.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Bible is only the beginning

  Have you ever read a really good book? One you put down at the end and say, "Wow, that was amazing!"? And it stays with you in your imagination? Now, imagine if you had actually been there. Examine every aspect of it. Every sight, sound, smell, feeling, emotion, impression. Imagine every perceptic at work. Suddenly the book doesn't quite do it justice now does it? Like a photograph of a beautiful landscape, or a Stephen King novel, made into a movie. It just is never quite as good as the original work.
  Well, the Bible is kind of like that.

Monday, July 8, 2013

What does it mean?


"It is not just the Jesus Seminar folks that call into question the authenticity/authorship of certain (and I daresay, MANY) of the NT writings. But that doesn't really matter now does it. It is the CONTENT... it is the MESSAGE... that must be understood. Once you can break through the literary barrier, you move into the realm of a very direct, very personal relationship with God, that will supersede all arguments about who wrote what, and what it might or might not mean." +amd.g+


Saturday, July 6, 2013

Why God? Why?

Every day I hear people ask "Why does God let bad things happen in the world?" And I hear him reply: "Why do you?" Complacency and apathy are mortal sins. Not because the Church tells us so, but because they will KILL US. 
Look, a long time ago, God used to get involved. Sometimes in really good ways (Angelic and personal visitations, the Exodus from Egypt), and sometimes in what we consider not-such-good-ways (Sodom and Gomorrah), but always with our best interests in mind.  He gave us rules to live by. But He also gave us Free-will,and we chose, by-and-large, not to live by His rules. So, as per usual, things got just about as bad as things can get. So in keeping His promise of not wiping the Earth clean and starting over, He gave us an example. An example of how to live, how to love, how to treat one another, and how to treat ourselves. He gave us Him in Our form. The perfect melding of the the Creator and the Creation. He gave us ALL we need. All we need now is to accept the gift and live by the example.
+amd.g+

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Hell is the broken places...

Hell is not fire and brimstone. Hell is the broken and empty places in the heart where love has been shut out. And where the door has been closed on love, so has it been closed on God. No one separates themselves from God but themselves. Every opportunity is given. The choice is yours and yours alone. I do not repent for fear of damnation, I repent for love of salvation. Not the kind that takes me to Heaven. The kind that brings Heaven here. +amd.g+

Monday, May 20, 2013

Angels or Good Samaritans

In my youth, I travelled to a distant city. One day, while walking on the outskirts of town, I was set upon by brigands. They emerged from the caves and the cliffs, and descended upon me like hungry lions. They beat me bloody, robbed me and left me on the side of the road for dead. After a time, I was able to get up again. I wandered aimlessly for a while. As I did, I passed many people, some of them turning their heads, some of them steering away, some of them pretending I wasn't there at all. When I was sure that all was lost, and I might never find my way home, two angels appeared to me. They took me under their wings, comforted me, gave me water, and washed the blood from my hands and face. They guided me to the safety of my domicile and disappeared.

V.2 When I was a teenager, I visited New York City with my father. One afternoon, I went for a walk alone in the nearby Riverside Park, a crowded and seemingly safe place. As I reached the end of the maid walkway, I noticed a rough looking crowd hanging out by the train tunnel. I quickly turned to walk back up the way I came, towards the safety of people. Before I had gotten ten paces, I was attacked by the gang of boys. The beat me severely and left me for dead. I laid there for what seemed a long time, beaten and bloodied. Eventually, I was able to get up and try to find help. As I staggered back up the parkway, bleeding, crying, and disoriented, I passed many people. Some on benches on the side of the walkway, some walking towards me. I can remember making eye contact with some of them, and how they would cross to the other side of the path, or just look away. Then I happened upon two elderly gentlemen who took me in their arms, got me cleaned up at a water fountain, found a police officer and saw to it that I found my way home. I never saw the two Good Samaritans again, and I don't know that I ever thanked them, but I want to take a moment to do it now. Gentlemen or Angels, whatever you were, and wherever you are, may God shine favourably upon you.

I don't know why I felt compelled to write two different versions of this story. They are both the truth. The first one is told as a myth, while the second one is just the facts. I guess this ties in with the theme of the last week or so.

+Blessings+
+AMD.G+

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The question is: What does any of this have to do with our personal spirituality?

Unknown publication date.

"The question is: What does any of this have to do with our personal spirituality? Our personal relationship with God? What does a pastor at a political event, or a cross on a building or a public prayer, or a piece of clothing really have to do with your relationship with God? Everything here is all artifices. It is all external illusions, meant to keep you distracted from the real issue at hand. YOUR salvation. YOUR personal relationship with God. Go in your closet, close the door and pray. Do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. Do not do as the Pharisees do, praying and fasting, and parading it around for all to see. What you do in the secret places of your heart shall be known by God. Like it our not, we are living in an increasingly secularized world. If you think it is bad now, it is going to get worse. Keep doing what you are doing, and do not get distracted politics of it. They are the worlds politics, not yours. You will be persecuted in His name. Who cares? What can they really do to you? You will not benefit by worrying about these things."

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Why Mysticism

    Last week, I promised that I would try to get back to the point of my post on why I am interested in Christian Mysticism. Let me begin by defining what mysticism is to me. Christian Mysticism is the journey of discovering God for yourself. It is at once a journey of self-discovery, and realization of the reality of the Divine in the world. It is the finding of God, and the allowing of God to find you. It is discovering that God and Life are one. That God and Love are one. That God and yourself, are one. It is the coming to God in your own way, rather than by guilt, or force, or coercion, or because your parents said so. It is discovering that God is within you and without you, and that God can be experienced outside of Church and outside of the Bible, and is not defined or contained by the various dogmas of the various Churches that claim exclusivity on Him.
    It is like having a favourite city that you have not been to yet. You can read your travel atlas, and field guides and talk to people who have been there, or even live there. You can imagine and dream, and think you know everything there is to know about that city. But nothing compares to actually going there and experiencing it for yourself. I realized a long time ago, even before I was a Christian, that the problem with Christianity was allowing others to define God for you. Sure, have guides, and counsellors, mentors and ministers, but open yourself to the idea that God does not want a relationship with you through them. God wants a relationship with YOU. The Bible is an excellent resource for helping you get to know God, just as the travel atlas helps you know that city that you love so much. But it cannot BE that city, and the Bible cannot BE God. And no one can tell you authoritatively about that city, as no one can tell you authoritatively about your relationship with God.
+AMD.G+

And so it goes with God

            There was a historical Jesus, and his name was Yeshua of Nazareth. He was born of Miriam and Yoseph. He was an itinerant rabbi, an apocalypticist, and a political dissident. His actions in Jerusalem earned him the wrath of the local Pharisees and Sadducees, and won him an execution at the hands of Pontius Pilate. His followers went on to make him the single most influential person in the history of mankind.

            Then there is another Jesus. Jesus the Christ. The Anointed One. The Son of God. The Messiah. Born of the Virgin Mary and the Holy Spirit. A man who's miraculous birth was foretold by scripture and angels alike. A man who performed miracles of healing, transformation, walking on water, and raising people from the dead. His actions in Jerusalem gathered upon him the wrath of the local Pharisees and Sadducees, and earned him crucifixion at the hands of Pontius Pilate. Whereupon he died for the sins of the world, and was buried, descended into Hell, arose on the third day, made a few appearances, ultimately ascending into Heaven to take his place at the right hand of the Father, and will come again to judge the living and the dead.

            For the historian and the non-believer, the first story is made up of the statistically reliable, historically viable information based on the source material that we have. There is little or no doubt that Yeshua (later called Jesus in Latin) existed, and that these things happened. For the faithful, the second story is true, despite the lack of historic or statistically reliable evidence. They take it on Faith. And neither of these two camps are wrong. But there is another way of looking at these stories.

            I once heard the word "myth" defined as a story that can be true on the inside, without necessarily having to be true on the outside. But more accurately, "myth" can be defined as: a traditional or legendary story, usually concerning some being, hero, or event, which may or may not have a determinable basis of historical fact or a natural explanation; especially one that is concerned with deities or demigods and explains some practice, rite, or phenomenon of nature. The Gospels of Mark, Matthew, Luke, and John of the Christian Testament, are full of material that satisfies, to a greater or lesser degree, both the historian and the faithful. They are also full of myths. They are filled with stories that may or may not be historically true, but are filled with truth nonetheless.

            One does not have to believe in the literalness of a story to gain the benefits of the story's wisdom or truth. Does it matter that Jesus was born of a virgin? Historically speaking, no. Faithfully speaking, well... not really. What matters is what is understood by understanding the story. That it is understood that Jesus was of particular uniqueness. That his birth had divine implications. That his mother set the example of obedience to God's will. That she understood that to believe God, to believe IN God, was to allow the birth of Christ within her. Perhaps we are meant to understand that story the same way. By accepting God's will within us, we allow for the birth of the Christ consciousness within ourselves. The death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus cannot be fully reconciled historically. It can, in the eyes of the faithful, be taken completely literally. But there is another viewpoint that satisfies both positions. And that is the story of the death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus as a "myth." Not a lie. Not a fairy-tale; but a wisdom story that contains a universal truth. A truth that can be heard by those who have ears to listen.

            There are two quotes from two movies that I would like to share with you. One is from Secondhand Lions, where an ageing uncle is instructing his nephew on the facts of life. Here he tells the boy:
"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in."

            The second is from the Life of Pi. Pi has just shared two versions of his tale of survival with an interviewing author. When you read this one, I want you to consider my opening paragraphs:
            Pi: So which story do you prefer?
            Writer: The one with the tiger. That's the better story.
            Pi: Thank you. And so it goes with God.
            Writer: [smiles] It's an amazing story.

Let those who have ears listen. Let those who have hearts love.

+AMD.G+

Sunday, May 12, 2013

First Christian Exile

  Yesterday I wrote an op. ed. piece on how my interest in Christian Mysticism was driven by the fact that I am sick-and-tired, and quite frankly a little embarrassed to be associated with the Christianity of today. I accidentally deleted that Blog post while cleaning up my files. But what I had to say was important enough to at least three people (based on the number of FB likes and comments) that I felt I should reiterate and possibly even elaborate.
  The conflict that I am dealing with comes from a number of fronts, including but not limited to:
1.  I have one friend who is constantly complaining about how Christianity is being attacked and suppressed by the secular world. Well, it is, and it is because we have misused it, we have abused it, and now, like misbehaved children we are getting our toy taken away. Remember the Jews? When they cheesed God off, God sent them into exile, or otherwise set some adversity against them until they realized the error of their ways. Well, we have not, and I suspect that we are not anywhere near realizing the error of our ways. That we are on the verge of Divine Retribution. And that is on us as Christians for not following the Gospels. It is not on the rest of the world for not being believers.
2. I have a couple of friends, who, despite their good intentions, regularly post some pretty severe political commentary or even outright hateful rhetoric on FaceBook, while at the same time espousing the Love of God and claiming to be an ambassador of Christ in the world. There is a verse in the Bible (James 3:11) that says that Salt and fresh water cannot flow from the same well. I suggest my friends, that you mediate on this verse, look back at your posts, and perhaps even your conversations, and wee how and where this might be applicable.
3. Every day, I scan through the news feeds on Religion and Spirituality, and I see the devastating impact that the Christian Right is having on my religion. From the obviousness of Jerry Falwell (who's University I just withdrew from on theological grounds), and the Roman Catholic Church scandals, to right-wing politicians who speak out of both sides of their mouth by admonishing the government for being overly-controlling, but want to make the Bible a part of American governance. I see atheist and anti-theist like Bill Maher taking pot shots at Christianity that are just as ignorant as the people who have worked so hard to give him reason to do it in the first place. I see "good Christians" abroad and here in America, killing, STILL KILLING, in the name of their God and their Bible!?! I see 'Good Christians" judging and condemning, when they should be helping and being compassionate. I see Christians world-wide FORCING Christ ON the world, rather than BEING Christ IN the world.
  Now I know that this malfeasance is not representative of every Christian, any more than every Muslim is an extremist or a terrorist, but it is representative of the body of Christians who get the attention of the media. And, it is representative of a body of Christians who may not even realize that I am talking about them.
  We are on the verge of the First Christian Exile, and if we have learned nothing from the Bible (which is really a question that this whole rant poses), it is that it will be our own fault. If we want to stop it, then we need to get out there and start representing what Christ taught in the Gospels rather than trying to force your interpretations of the Bible them on people. Christ was clear. Love thy neighbour. The rest is commentary.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Here Aaron, have a Snickers. Why? Because you get all mystical and esoteric when you're hungry.
Seek and you shall find, and what you seek is what you shall find. If you seek a God to be angry at, then a God to be angry at is what you shall find. If you seek a God to find comfort in, then a God of comfort is what you shall find. If you seek a God to revel and delight in the mysteries of, then you shall find that also. +amd.g+
God reveals [Himelf] to us, so much as we seek [Him] in earnest. For in seeking, there is finding.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

St Julian of Norwich Day

The sooner you realize that God is [in] everything, the sooner you can stop hating A, B, or C, for X, Y, or Z reasons.

May you have a joyful Julian of Norwich Day.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Then and Now

When I was a pagan, my religion was something that I celebrated on the sabbats, and acted upon when the need arose. My God was he that I greeted at dawn, and she that I greeted at moonrise. She was the Earth and He was the Hunt. They were there all the time, on the wind and in the rain, each exerting their power over their own spheres of this world. Unity was found in the act of love and in making love. Now as a Christian, my God is everywhere and everything. He and She are one, and all, and none at all. He is the days and the hours, and the weeks and the years. He is the sunrise and the sun, and the moonrise and the moon. He is the Agape, the Love that ebbs and flows among all things. He is the everything that ever was and everything that will ever be. He came before the gods of my youth, and he will be long after the memory of them has faded from these lands, for He is them than they are He. The time of many gods has passed from my world, for when there are many there are irreconcilable differences. When there is One there is unity, for it is One that is at the very heart of Unity.
 
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The One and the Many ARE the same, and the many are reflections and representations of the One. Each a different face for a different people with different needs at different times. But as Many they are divided, as One they are unified.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Broken halos, broken wings, broken love

Everyday, there is a new "news" report about the Catholic Church, the retiring Pope, the malfeasance of the priesthood, and every day my heart breaks a little for the Church and her people. Even if 90% of what the media says is not true, the media is still saying it, and people are still believing it. And it would seem as though the Church has brought this mess down upon themselves, and down upon all of the Christian faith.
Some of what they are saying is undoubtedly true. Religions officials caught up in sex scandals. Pedophile priests. Ministers stealing money form their own churches. Preachers preaching Love and going home and beating their wives and daughters. And then there is what the body of Christ is out there doing in His name. Blowing up abortion clinics, homophobic tirades on public transits, militant anti-god-only-knows-what rallies by the Westboro Baptist Church. Ministries teaching hate to youth in the guise of good Biblical indoctrination.
And I know the arguments. Not the ones trying to defend the actions, but the ones trying to defend the people;they're only human, they make mistakes, they're trying just like everyone else. "They're not perfect, just forgiven," (That one's my favorite.)
What happened to my God of Love? What happened to the "Greatest Commandment upon which the whole of the Law and the prophets hang"? (Matt :36-40) Is it being slowly ground under? Is it being lost to an ever increasing sense of secularism based on the wanton desires of the flesh?Sex, money, power? I don't know about the rest of you, but I want my God back!

AN OPEN LETTER
  To all Priests and officials of the Holy Roman Catholic Church, all the way up the the Pope: You are the oldest traditional body in Christianity! You are the face of Christianity to the majority of the world. You don't get to be human, you get to be more-human-than-human! It's not that you aren't allowed to make mistakes, you just are not allowed to make THESE kinds of mistakes! I am not Catholic, but I look up to the Catholic Church like a big brother.
  To the Ministers of the protestant and other modern church movements: Same goes! You are God's rep's here on Earth. Either step up, or step back. You are meant to be leading His people to salvation in and by the Love of God. If you are not doing that because you are caught up in this other nonsense, then you need to step back, take a long hard look at yourselves and what you are doing wrong, and make it right!
  To the Body of Christ: Learn to think. Learn to discern. You know deep down inside what is right and what is wrong. Someone told me recently that the problem with the Church was not with the people but with the leadership. I called BS. The people ARE the leadership. Rise up and be responsible Christians. Be prophets in your own Church if needs be. Get back to the Greatest Commandment at all costs.
  All-in-all, you are the Servants of God! Grow up and act like it. Quit making it so damn hard for the rest of us to profess our love for God and Christ!

+BLESSINGS+

  A Post-script to all non-Christians: I am sorry to and for those of you who have a poor opinion of Christianity. I suppose we have earned it. But I tell you, 1500 years of screwing up the truth doesn't change the truth into something screwed up. It just makes it harder and harder for the next generations to find. The good news is that it is out there. Christianity has a mystical tradition at it's core that has been overlooked and ignored for too long. It is a beautiful tradition, and worthy of of redeeming the whole of Christianity's broken history.









Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Message of Truth

It is a message of such astonishing beauty that most people are unable to even bare the thought of it. We have strayed almost too far, and forgotten almost too much of what we knew in the beginning. The message has been obfuscated by eons of ego and misunderstanding. It has been stolen by man and his quest for truth. A quest that has been derailed and transformed into a petty scramble for power. A power that can never satisfy. A power that can never compare. Truth has been mutated and deformed into lies. The truth of the heart into the lies of the mind. Can any one person undo for themselves a millennium of millenniums of heartache? Of the pain of separation. Oh, how we long to return to... have we forgotten where?

Monday, February 4, 2013

Writer's Block and Spiritual Direction

So, I know it has been a while since I have posted anything. I have discovered that I know that I have writer's block when my inspirational articles start sounding like a technical manual. I was working on an article on Sin and Repentance, Confession and Forgiveness when I bogged down and out. Perhaps I will finish it soon, perhaps not. We will see how the Spirit moves me.

In the meantime, I had my first meeting with Father. R. today regarding my desire to join the priesthood. We had an excellent hour-and-a-half discussion that, to be honest, left me somewhat intimidated, a little discouraged, and at the same time a little scared-yet-excited about what the future may yet bring.

"It is a process." he would tell me. A process that could take up to 10 years AFTER my bachelor's degree, and then with no guarantee of an ordination. "But you have to let go and trust the process," he would conclude. I am truly trying to take an Ignatian "detachment" approach to this. I hope and pray that I can.

I am a little concerned about choosing Liberty U. as my college for my bachelor's program. They are a very conservative Baptist university, and I hold some reservations about what their science and theology classes are going to be like. I am still planning to pursue my BS in Religion with my minor in Christian Counseling. I am hoping to do my Master's somewhere like Candler. We'll see.

That's all for now folks. Thanks for tuning in, and hopefully I will get back in the swing of things soon.

+AMDG+

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The space between...

"We pay so much attention to our thoughts.. we give them so much belief and identity that we miss the quiet space that exists between our thoughts. There lies the Peace of God. The mystics say that when our mind becomes still, the joy and sweetness of our own Higher Self shines through our being. As we practice witnessing our mind rather than chasing our thoughts, as we accept everything (including ourselves) as they are, our mind begins to become still. As our mind becomes still, the space between thoughts increases... our hearts and minds becomes absorbed in a quiet Peace. We are no longer lost in thought, but instead we experience the joy, clarity and Inner Peace of the Present Moment that lies beyond thoughts of the past or future. Now we live in the natural flow of life, fearlessly. This is the higher goal of our life." ~author unknown

Friday, January 11, 2013

Storms reprise

The storms come more quickly now
Crashing and flashing
Blinding my eyes to the glory of the sun
The precipice beckons me
Deeper and darker
Blinding my heart to the Glory of the Son
The seas rage, and the mountains shudder, the desert sands blow
And I try to see, but I am blind
The waters calm, the meadows glisten, the skies clear
And my Vision returns...

Sunday, December 30, 2012

12 things that I wish I had known at 25...

For a lark yesterday, on my 50th birthday, I Tweeted 12 things that I wish I had known at 25. Or more accurately, 12 things that, had I put them into action, would have made my life a lot easier. Some are bits of advice that wisdom figures have told me and took years to sink in. Others are the result of some hard knocks. A few are insights from the great spiritual masters that I've adapted for my own life. Maybe a few will help someone you know who's 25. Maybe one or two will help you.

1. First up: Stop worrying so much! It's useless. (I.e. Jesus was right.)

2. Being a saint means being yourself. Stop trying to be someone else and just be your best self. Saves you heartache.

3. There's no right way to pray, any more than there's a right way to be a friend. What's "best" is what works best for you.

4. Remember three things and save yourself lots of unneeded heartache: You're not God. This ain't heaven. Don't act like a jerk.

Blaming All for One and One for All

"Italian Catholic Priest claims: "Arrogant, self-sufficient, provocative women incite domestic violence." was the headline that I read this morning. Wow. That won't win over any new friends for the Catholic Church. In fact, I rather suspect that it will only increase the level of suspicion and enmity towards, not just the Catholic Church, but her people, and all Christians for that matter.

All of this got me to thinking about how people (we) often blame an entire demographic for the actions or words of one or two or a few people.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christ is born into the world through us

According to the mystical tradition, Christ is born into the world through each of us. As we open our hearts, he is born into the world. As we choose to forgive, he is born into the world. As we rise to the occasion, he is born into the world. As we make our hearts true conduits for love, and our minds true conduits for higher thoughts, then absolutely a divine birth takes place. Who we're capable of being emerges into the world, and weaknesses of the former self begin to fade. Thus are the spiritual mysteries of the universe, the constant process of dying to who we used to be as we actualize our divine potential. -M. Williamson

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

After the storm

After the emotional storm the last couple of days, I feel calm again, and there is peace in the house. The boys are all good, Celeste is good, I am good, God is good and is with us again. The daily grind has not changed, but I have, if even just a little bit. Metanoia rarely comes all at once. It comes in bits and pieces, sometimes slowly and softly like a gentle stream, and sometimes like an raging river.


Saturday, December 15, 2012

On the Archangel Uri'el, his brothers, and the cause of his fury

So in discussion with Celeste tonight regarding the blatant omission of Uri'el from most literature on the Archangels, I was querying her as to why? It was then that the memory of the First Dream returned to me, and the answer was made clear.
It is generally considered that Uri'el is less common in literature, and is omitted from the roles of Archangels in many cases because; 1. He is not specifically mentioned in the canonical Bible, and 2. His is not such a popular job (being the Fire of God (God's justice)) as that to be put forward into the public eye.
In the Dream, Uriel was furious with Micha'el, and with the Father for their forced roll in casting Hal'el (Lucifer) out of Heaven. But even more so, he was furious with his brother for betraying them (his brothers) and the Throne. That Uri'el meets out God's justice with such fervor is attributed to his ongoing fury with Hal'el. A fury that will not be satisfied until Hell falls, and his brother repents.



Friday, December 14, 2012

27 bells in Connecticut

I am crushed in by what happened in Connecticut today. So much so that a part of me has simply tuned off. It is strange to have a part of your heart/soul that will not feel.
I pray to God for every child in that school, and in every school, in every nation on earth. I pray to God for every parent. Every teacher. Every administrator. Every emergency responder. I pray to God for every soul on this little blue marble, that we may find peace of spirit, and healing within our individual and our collective faiths. That the broken may be mended. That the hurt may be healed. That the saddened may find joy. And the angry, peace. I pray for the shooter, and I pray for the reconciliation of the Devil himself, that he may come back into the Light, and that his kingdom and his minions may all turn to so much dust.

May the church bell ring 27 times.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

God in the Trees

Went hiking with the family today. Red Top Mountain, near Cartersville. It is the first time in a long time that we have gone to First Church. In the small quiet spaces between the children's chatter, I found God in the wind in the treetops, the rustling of leaves, and the sorrowful sounds of bird calls in the desolate winter woods. It was good to walk with Him again, even if only briefly.


Saturday, December 1, 2012

On the Ministry of Exorcism

I am in a seriously contemplative state regarding the ministry of exorcism this evening. It is a subject that very few people are willing to confront, much less address with any degree of the seriousness with which it is deserving.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

5 Common Misconceptions About the Bible by Christine Hayes

When it comes to the Bible, modern Americans are at a distinct disadvantage. They know both too much and too little.
They know too much because they live in a society in which references to the Bible -- positive and negative -- are frequent, creating a false sense of familiarity. They know too little because they have not read it, or have read only selected portions of it, or have allowed others to read it for them through the filtering lens of later theological doctrines or political opportunism. And that's a pity because the Bible, by which I mean the 24 basic books common to all Bibles (equivalent to the Jewish Tanakh or Hebrew Bible and to the Protestant Old Testament) is deserving of the same careful attention and close reading that we regularly bestow upon other classic texts.
It has been my experience teaching a university course on the Bible, that a close reading of the Bible is often hampered by several misconceptions. I ask my students -- as I ask readers of the book based on the course -- to correct five common misconceptions in order to encounter the Bible as if for the first time.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Just a quick note... updated

I am STILL trying to get all of my notes in from my retreat weekend!!!
As I update, the posts will still be falling on my blog timeline in chrono order. So if you are following that particular event, they will be down around Nov 1 through Nov 4th.
Thanks for your patience!
Love you all, and thanks for reading. As always, please feel free to comment, or initiate a dialogue.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Marked for the Use of God

New designs for ink to go on my inside forearms:

Left Arm: Rafael
Right Arm: Michael


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Revelation turned Religion

"Christians have always tended to transform the Christian Revelation into a Christian religion. Christianity is said to be a religion like any other or, conversely, some Christians try to show that it is a better religion than the others. People attempt to take possession of God. Theology claims to explain everything, including the being of God. People tend to transform Christianity into a religion because the Christian faith obviously places people in an extremely uncomfortable position; that of freedom guided only by love, and all in the context of God’s radical demand that we be holy." –Jacques Ellul

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

+Message+

+God's time of wrath is over. He gave us CHRIST to put us on the path of righteousness. The path of Love, Compassion, Honesty, and Integrity. No more will He bring flood or fire to the earth. If we will not walk the path, He will let us burn ourselves out.+

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Introductions

Good morning,
I would genuinely like to know a little about everyone who actually reads this page. I can see that I have readers in the US, the UK, Europe, and elsewhere.
If you wish and would be so kind, just say "Hi" here under Comments, and maybe, should you feel so inclined, say a bit about yourself. If you are disinclined to do so, then that is fine too.
God bless you all, and have an excellent day.
+Aaron Michael

A new Serenity Prayer

God, grant me the serenity
to accept the people I cannot change,
which is pretty much everyone,
since I’m clearly not you, God.
At least not the last time I checked.

And while you’re at it, God,
please give me the courage
to change what I need to change about myself,
which is frankly a lot, since, once again,
I’m not you, which means I’m not perfect.
It’s better for me to focus on changing myself
than to worry about changing other people,
who, as you’ll no doubt remember me saying,
I can’t change anyway.

Finally, give me the wisdom to just shut up
whenever I think that I’m clearly smarter
than everyone else in the room,
that no one knows what they’re talking about except me,
or that I alone have all the answers.
Basically, God,
grant me the wisdom
to remember that I’m
not you.
+Amen+

Fr. Jim Martin, S.J.

5:55am haunting...

5:55am... already awake but back in bed with C. A very clear and distinct "Hey." is whispered just above head level in the bedroom. "What?" "What what." You just said "Hey" in my ear." "Umm... no, I didn't, but I heard it too." Then "Hey." again. "There it was again." "I know, I heard it too." Quick analysis of the house determines that all three boys are still in bed and asleep. Dismiss as house noise and missing Boo noises. A few minutes later, I am up and dressed. As I walk through the sewing room heading for coffee, the sound of someone untangling themselves from the mess and and following behind be is heard. Enough so that I startle and my hackles raise.

!@#$ Not a fan of this sort of nonsense at anytime, but especially not before coffee. No, it was not Boo or Murphy or Alister. But it seems to be handled now.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

A Prayer for Boo

This is the prayer that I gave for Boo, as my baby-girl slipped away.


In the Name of God the Father who created you and all other animals
In the name of Jesus the Son, who spoke of you in his parables and stories
In the name of the Holy Spirit, in whom every creature lives, moves, and has their being
Go now in peace, by dear friend Boo.

May you find rest near rushing waters
May you lie in cool green pastures
And may you warm yourself under the sun that never sets

You have been our constant companion
Our friend and our confidante
Our comfort and our playmate

You have filled our days with love, and given us endless joy
For this, we give thanks to God, who gave you to us

No my dear friend, return to your Maker, who eagerly awaits you
As you eagerly waited for us to return home each day

In the Happy Hunting Grounds, let there be no more pain
Let there be no more suffering
Let there be only light
Light as bright as the day you came into our world

For our help is in the name of the Lord, who made Heaven and Earth, and You.

Bless you and hold you Sweet Baboo
Bless you and hold you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
For ever and ever,
+AMEN+

Just this side of heaven...

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to

health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

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