Saturday, July 08, 2006
S f u m a t o
Ambiguity.
The clouded glass.
Mystery.
You spend half a lifetime studying by reading and gaining experience to get the big picture. To know God and His plan, to know just Who it is you worship.
And then everything shatters. All the now preconceived notions, what you consider to be apriori knowledge, becomes ephemera....ghosts wafting through the air...and you realize how many rabbit holes you've run down.
And the Almighty tells you in words, in pictures, in experience, in dreams...I Am. But I Am not Who you think I Am.
And the only thing to wake you up to this is the most excruciatingly slow suffering you've ever experienced augmented by the deepest, stillest, maddest Divine Silence you've ever conceived to the point you just have to ask....why?
There are two great, terrible, wonderful, mysterious things that have happened to me.
One...I've been asked what I think....which made a man of me.
Two...I've suffered.....which united me to my fellow man.
I would wish neither on my worst enemy.
Ambiguity.
The clouded glass.
Mystery.
You spend half a lifetime studying by reading and gaining experience to get the big picture. To know God and His plan, to know just Who it is you worship.
And then everything shatters. All the now preconceived notions, what you consider to be apriori knowledge, becomes ephemera....ghosts wafting through the air...and you realize how many rabbit holes you've run down.
And the Almighty tells you in words, in pictures, in experience, in dreams...I Am. But I Am not Who you think I Am.
And the only thing to wake you up to this is the most excruciatingly slow suffering you've ever experienced augmented by the deepest, stillest, maddest Divine Silence you've ever conceived to the point you just have to ask....why?
There are two great, terrible, wonderful, mysterious things that have happened to me.
One...I've been asked what I think....which made a man of me.
Two...I've suffered.....which united me to my fellow man.
I would wish neither on my worst enemy.
