What the heck does is mean to be spiritual? Does it mean to have some kind of faith in another realm? Does it mean to be sensitive to or aware of forces that seem to be irrational? Maybe it simply means to exist. I am; therefore, I am also in spirit. What the heck am I talking about?
I don't know. My life seems to be a constant wavering between something like faith and something like judgement. The judging part of us, ego, intellect, can't really comprehend the irrational. Intellect thinks it would be nice if there WERE a good, loving god or a good, loving flow of life. That's as far as it can really go. The capacity to make a judgement based on information and reason stops at the end of physical reality. Immense intellects like Einstein's have come close to understanding and explaining the magnitude and simplicity of creation. They liken this to understanding the mind of God. I find that comforting. My intellect is comforted that there is some kind of bridge in great minds from this reality to other ones.
On the other hand, the faith part of us is willing to believe without the intellect's input. It leaps across the divide between physical reality and spiritual reality. The closest I can come to that is occasionally letting grace seep into my awareness so that suddenly I am residing in an alternate reality. It's kind of like time slows way down and I see and hear with an acuity that is not part of my normal life. I look into my dog's eyes and I see a soul. I step out the door and I hear the wind in tall trees or see mist rising off a river. I am present. I am IN life. The question of faith or judgement ceases to exist. There is only this moment when my body seems to merge with the universe.
Some part of me knows that's where it is. That's enlightenment. That's grace. That's salvation. Whatever. When I'm consciously part of it all, the ego/mind/judging part of me disappears. It's irrelevant. I know with certainty, in those moments, that I'm a child of the universe. I'm home. Roxie
I don't know. My life seems to be a constant wavering between something like faith and something like judgement. The judging part of us, ego, intellect, can't really comprehend the irrational. Intellect thinks it would be nice if there WERE a good, loving god or a good, loving flow of life. That's as far as it can really go. The capacity to make a judgement based on information and reason stops at the end of physical reality. Immense intellects like Einstein's have come close to understanding and explaining the magnitude and simplicity of creation. They liken this to understanding the mind of God. I find that comforting. My intellect is comforted that there is some kind of bridge in great minds from this reality to other ones.
On the other hand, the faith part of us is willing to believe without the intellect's input. It leaps across the divide between physical reality and spiritual reality. The closest I can come to that is occasionally letting grace seep into my awareness so that suddenly I am residing in an alternate reality. It's kind of like time slows way down and I see and hear with an acuity that is not part of my normal life. I look into my dog's eyes and I see a soul. I step out the door and I hear the wind in tall trees or see mist rising off a river. I am present. I am IN life. The question of faith or judgement ceases to exist. There is only this moment when my body seems to merge with the universe.
Some part of me knows that's where it is. That's enlightenment. That's grace. That's salvation. Whatever. When I'm consciously part of it all, the ego/mind/judging part of me disappears. It's irrelevant. I know with certainty, in those moments, that I'm a child of the universe. I'm home. Roxie
