My description of dealing with a ‘confrontation’ in spiritual terms this morning needs unpacking I suppose. These days it’s all about psychiatry rather than acknowledging our spiritual life. This sort of misses the point really.
I don’t think it is possible to turn our Spiritual life into a science that can be treated solely with medication. Talking therapies, activities, councilling all helps, but for me it lacks a Spiritual element, that acknowledges I have learned a particular vocabulary and expression for my innermost core beliefs. My functioning mind, and my subjective consciousness. Also the myriad interplays and shadows, the scintillating inspirational moments and sheer lucidity of being.
Very simply the context of Satan is the yet to be subordinated aspects of our nature, our intellect, and indeed our bodies. In this age the mantra is freedom. But freedom from what exactly?!
Even the opening verses of the Bible explain what God is about. When God created the Universe it was for less and empty, and the Spirit of God hovered over the waters of the deep. From this moment onwards we see the nature of God is to create order, to establish continuity, to resolve, clarify, educate his creation and His Created.
God continues to Create, the reach of the known Universe is expanding. What of the unknown Universe?! Undoubtedly far more of it exists beyond the headlight God has shone in our direction. Or perhaps it is more the beacon of a Lighthouse. The very stars themselves speaking to us in their cacophony of radio waves. The imperceptible nuances of graviton waves. The constant radio signals our own Sun drowns out these background vibrations with. Yes even the Trees, the Birds,
The Flowers and the mountains vibrate. The very rocks do cry out with their own magnetic frequencies. They tell stories about when they were formed, and how the Earth herself changed over aeons. Their structure changed over subsequent magnetic variations in the Earth’s growing pains.
Yet what about us?! Frail, yet incredibly resilient. We have an inner life. One we either choose to nurture, or one we choose to ignore, Perhaps for many this inner life is something to be feared. To be alone with yourself is a huge challenge for so many people.
So what have I found, that I have an incredible internal conversation going on? Do I doubt I am talking to God? Is this conversation more than the imaginary friend a child talks to? To be honest these are not my questions, so I will not expend my effort answering them.
These questions are again the sort of distractions, Mental vanity, and personally indulgent hypothetical side streets of an unoccupied mind. The sort of questions we are trained to ask by our system of education, or simply idle curiosity.
The deep mind is a process of remembering and forgetting. Of simply learning the topography of our own personal mental landscape. To form a language, and meaning for those fleeting emotions, possibilities, instinctive desires.
However without a framework for this journey into the mind, this spiritual dimension that allows us to examine the past and imagine the future, we would be at best lost in many wandering mazes. Or savagely battling the subconscious that we try very hard to subordinate, subliminate, and eradicate. We try to silence this world within us very often with endless noise, endless conversations. With the pursuit of our goals, our aspirations, the list is endless.
Yet when sanity is stripped away, the veneer of the subconscious is damaged, the image we see of ourselves is no longer the objective image in the mirror, it’s like the Inner workings of our nature try to burst through into the carefully groomed reality we create for ourselves.
I set myself a limit to this work this evening. I decided I would write until my bread machine finished. It’s just gone half past nine, and I will continue this tomorrow. To me this is excercise of my freedom. A self imposed limitation. ... sleep well and dream dreams of revelation. A blessed night to everyone.
I don’t think it is possible to turn our Spiritual life into a science that can be treated solely with medication. Talking therapies, activities, councilling all helps, but for me it lacks a Spiritual element, that acknowledges I have learned a particular vocabulary and expression for my innermost core beliefs. My functioning mind, and my subjective consciousness. Also the myriad interplays and shadows, the scintillating inspirational moments and sheer lucidity of being.
Very simply the context of Satan is the yet to be subordinated aspects of our nature, our intellect, and indeed our bodies. In this age the mantra is freedom. But freedom from what exactly?!
Even the opening verses of the Bible explain what God is about. When God created the Universe it was for less and empty, and the Spirit of God hovered over the waters of the deep. From this moment onwards we see the nature of God is to create order, to establish continuity, to resolve, clarify, educate his creation and His Created.
God continues to Create, the reach of the known Universe is expanding. What of the unknown Universe?! Undoubtedly far more of it exists beyond the headlight God has shone in our direction. Or perhaps it is more the beacon of a Lighthouse. The very stars themselves speaking to us in their cacophony of radio waves. The imperceptible nuances of graviton waves. The constant radio signals our own Sun drowns out these background vibrations with. Yes even the Trees, the Birds,
The Flowers and the mountains vibrate. The very rocks do cry out with their own magnetic frequencies. They tell stories about when they were formed, and how the Earth herself changed over aeons. Their structure changed over subsequent magnetic variations in the Earth’s growing pains.
Yet what about us?! Frail, yet incredibly resilient. We have an inner life. One we either choose to nurture, or one we choose to ignore, Perhaps for many this inner life is something to be feared. To be alone with yourself is a huge challenge for so many people.
So what have I found, that I have an incredible internal conversation going on? Do I doubt I am talking to God? Is this conversation more than the imaginary friend a child talks to? To be honest these are not my questions, so I will not expend my effort answering them.
These questions are again the sort of distractions, Mental vanity, and personally indulgent hypothetical side streets of an unoccupied mind. The sort of questions we are trained to ask by our system of education, or simply idle curiosity.
The deep mind is a process of remembering and forgetting. Of simply learning the topography of our own personal mental landscape. To form a language, and meaning for those fleeting emotions, possibilities, instinctive desires.
However without a framework for this journey into the mind, this spiritual dimension that allows us to examine the past and imagine the future, we would be at best lost in many wandering mazes. Or savagely battling the subconscious that we try very hard to subordinate, subliminate, and eradicate. We try to silence this world within us very often with endless noise, endless conversations. With the pursuit of our goals, our aspirations, the list is endless.
Yet when sanity is stripped away, the veneer of the subconscious is damaged, the image we see of ourselves is no longer the objective image in the mirror, it’s like the Inner workings of our nature try to burst through into the carefully groomed reality we create for ourselves.
I set myself a limit to this work this evening. I decided I would write until my bread machine finished. It’s just gone half past nine, and I will continue this tomorrow. To me this is excercise of my freedom. A self imposed limitation. ... sleep well and dream dreams of revelation. A blessed night to everyone.
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