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Layers

Jed McKenna Wisefool Press PDF

Chris comes in carrying a load of plates and glassware. Chris is okay in small doses. He tends to be very fixed in his opinions, so there’s really no point in trying to teach him anything until he is able to clear out some room in his head. His teacup is full, in the Zen sense; no room for anything else. That doesn’t stop me from teaching him though. It’s not my job to figure out where the words go once they leave my mouth. I’m sure Chris knows exactly why he’s here with us and I’m sure he’s wrong, but he’ll get what he came for despite not knowing what it is, and eventually he’ll leave with it though he’ll be disappointed because he didn’t get what he thought he came for. This is not terribly uncommon. I don’t know why Chris is here and I’m not all that interested. I don’t think about anyone’s reasons, real or imagined. That’s not my job. My job is to speak, to transmit, to say what I know. Reception is out of my hands. I have no interest in the results because I already know the results...............

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5. Liberated and Liberating Sisters: Meister Eckhart Meets Dorothee Soelle, the Beguines Mechtild of Magdeburg and Marguerite Porete, and Julian of Norwich

Matthew Fox New World Library ePub

Meister Eckhart Meets Dorothee Soelle, the Beguines Mechtild of Magdeburg and Marguerite Porete, and Julian of Norwich

Eckhart raised a bold objection that reflects the spirit and discussion of the blossoming movement of women.

— DOROTHEE SOELLE

The day of my spiritual awakening was the day I saw and knew I saw all things in God and God in all things.

— MECHTILD OF MAGDEBURG

God feels great delight to be our Father and God feels great delight to be our Mother.

— JULIAN OF NORWICH

In his life, Meister Eckhart did not just incorporate the Divine Feminine in some speculative or safe manner. He actually engaged with the women’s movement of his day, the Beguines, a movement very much under suspicion by the powers that be, inquisitors and popes included. He practiced what he preached. Dorothee Soelle is a fine guide to tell us this story.

Dorothee Soelle (1929–2003) was a poet, a mother, an activist in peace and ecological movements, a substantive feminist theologian, and a liberation theologian. A citizen of Germany, she taught theology for twelve years at Union Theological Seminary in New York City and was author of many books, including To Work and to Love: A Theology of Creation, Theology for Skeptics, Suffering, Revolutionary Patience, and The Silent Cry: Mysticism and Resistance. Especially in The Silent Cry, Soelle addresses the relationship of Meister Eckhart to the Beguines, a mystical tradition that resisted social injustice, and she invokes Eckhart as a supreme example of a spiritual warrior, a mystic-prophet, and a contemplative activist. Soelle also taught courses on Eckhart at Union Theological Seminary, so it can be said that she and Eckhart have already met at a profound level. What I offer in this chapter, then, is an opportunity for the reader to be a fly on the wall as Eckhart and Soelle interact still one more time. It is a conversation very much worth participating in.

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The Inheritance of Tools

Scott Russell Sanders Indiana University Press ePub

At just about the hour when my father died, soon after dawn one February morning when ice coated the windows like cataracts, I banged my thumb with a hammer. Naturally I swore at the hammer, the reckless thing, and in the moment of swearing I thought of what my father would say: “If you’d try hitting the nail it would go in a whole lot faster. Don’t you know your thumb’s not as hard as that hammer?” We both were doing carpentry that day, but far apart. He was building cupboards at my brother’s place in Oklahoma; I was at home in Indiana putting up a wall in the basement to make a bedroom for my daughter. By the time my mother called with news of his death—the long-distance wires whittling her voice until it seemed too thin to bear the weight of what she had to say—my thumb was swollen. A week or so later a white scar in the shape of a crescent moon began to show above the cuticle, and month by month it rose across the pink sky of my thumbnail. It took the better part of a year for the scar to disappear, and every time I noticed it I thought of my father.

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Spiritual Autolysis

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What actually transpired was that Julie took the one step she had been moving toward her entire life, and perhaps lifetimes before that; the FirstStep. We ended Damnedest on that note, pointing out that, for Julie, nothing was over, but only just beginning. What it was the beginning of we are able to hold up for display here because Julie chose to use the process of Spiritual Autolysis as her primary method for waging the long battle she found herself facing.............. See All Chapters
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The Uses of Muscle

Scott Russell Sanders Indiana University Press ePub

When I was a boy growing up on the country roads of Tennessee and Ohio, the men I knew all earned a hardscrabble living with the strength of their hands and arms and backs. They raised corn and cows, felled trees, split wood, butchered hogs, mortared bricks and blocks, built and wired and plumbed houses, dug ditches, hauled gravel, overhauled cars, drove bulldozers and backhoes, welded broken parts. They hunted game for the table in season, and sometimes out of season. Some of them had once mined coal in Appalachia or trawled for fish in the Great Lakes. Many had fought in Europe or Korea. They arm-wrestled at the volunteer fire department, smacked baseballs over fences at the schoolyard, and at the county fair they swung sledgehammers or hefted barrels to see who was the mightiest of the lot.

A brawny, joking, red-haired southern charmer who often won those contests was my father. He had grown up on a farm in Mississippi, had gone to college for a year on a boxing scholarship, had lost the cartilage in his nose during a brief Golden Gloves career. After moving north to Chicago, where he met the woman who would become my mother, he worked by turns as a carpenter, a tire builder, and a foreman in a munitions plant, until he eventually graduated to wearing a white shirt and sitting all day at a desk. He never liked the fit of a desk or a starched shirt, however, so as soon as he came home from the office he would put on overalls and go to work in the shop, garden, or barn. He could fix every machine we owned, from the car to the camera, and he needed to fix them, for we rarely had enough money to buy new ones. Although he grumbled when the tractor threw a belt or the furnace quit, as soon as he grabbed his tools he began to hum. He took pleasure in using his strength and skill, and I took pleasure in watching him. Around our house, whenever anything heavy needed lifting or anything stubborn needed loosening he was the one to do it. He could tame a maverick horse, hoist an oil-slick motor out of a car, balance a sack of oats on his shoulder, plow a straight furrow in stony ground, transplant a tree with its root-ball bundled in burlap, carry my sister and me both at once in his great freckled arms.

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18. Philosophy West

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When we look at Western philosophy, we see little more than armchair academics whose guiding light is not truth, but reputation and career. They have nothing to contribute, so they are effectively confined to clucking at each other and denying their irrelevance. A living philosophy is a journey of the most extreme proportions; a personal inferno, prolonged and bitterest conflict. To take just a single step on this journey is to leave the petty concerns of success and self-image behind forever, so yes, philosophers are non-participants and ideologues. They suit up like players and talk a good game, but never take the field........

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Timeless Time & Spaceless Space

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There was no way they were letting me go without charging me with something. I saw that they were having a hard time thinking up a charge, so I assured them that I was leaving the area soon and wouldn’t be returning for a court date. That seemed to relax them a bit..............

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Part 6: Christianity

Patricia Monaghan New World Library ePub

Although Asian traditions such as yoga and Zen most often come to mind when the word meditation is used, Christianity too has meditation techniques, derived from its own philosophical and spiritual roots. Basic to Christianity is the idea of a divine force, God, who created and sustains the universe. Sometimes God is described as immanent, meaning within human beings, as in the “inner light” or the “still small voice.” Sometimes God appears as transcendent, meaning outside humanity. Divinity is often seen as both immanent and transcendent, because that which permeates the universe would, by definition, be part of humanity as well.

The core tenet of Christianity is salvation: that God’s son, Jesus Christ, descended to earth and died for humanity’s sins. Humans are considered to be born in a state of original sin that stems from the fall of Adam and Eve, and it is from this state that humanity was redeemed through the death and resurrection of Jesus. Some Christian traditions see salvation as a moment, an event that has occurred once and holds for all time; others see salvation, like creation, as an ongoing process in which we participate.

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The Bird’s Nest

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You can try to take control of your self, try to make some sense of it, organize it, but all you can really do is tidy up on the surface. Some egos are more cluttered, some less, but the idea that a true self lurks within the clutter is just one of the little vanities that keeps us walking in small, purposeful circles..........

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Jed McKenna Interview

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Even in the dreamstate my character is almost fully dissolved back into the ocean so, for instance, an outside observer might say that Jed McKenna wrote these books, but from my perspective there is no such distinction...............

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Manifest Destiny

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The difference between authentic and inauthentic desire is central to all this, but most people are completely cut off from their authentic desires.........

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HOW DO WE KNOW BEAUTY WHEN WE SEE IT

Forrie, Allan Thistledown Press ePub
Susan Musgrave weaves history, language, and imagery relating to stones into a beautiful metaphor for life in “How Do We Know Beauty When We See It: Twenty Meditations on Stones”.
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There Is No Other

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“And you are going away, and will not come back any more?”

“Yes,” he said. “We have comraded long together, and it has been pleasant – pleasant for both; but I must go now, and we shall not see each other any more.”

“In this life, Satan, but in another? We shall meet in another, surely?”

Then, all tranquilly and soberly, he made the strange answer,

“There is no other.”............ See All Chapters
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Destroy the Enclosing Thing

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It’s trying to come out, to break open. You don’t want that. As soon as you see some cracks there, you bring some plaster and fill them in and block it again. It doesn’t have to be a so-called self-realized man or spiritual man or God-realized man that pushes you; anything, that leaf there, teaches you just the same if only you let it do what it can...............

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The Spirits and the Wounded Tree of Life

Felicitas D. Goodman Indiana University Press ePub

Mystery in the Museum In addition to books on native art, museums often yield tantalizing representations of postures. This presupposes, of course, that what you think you see on that rack or shelf is actually there. In this business, you cannot always be sure.

The story I should like to tell next started in a museum. The School of American Research in Santa Fe had asked me for a luncheon lecture. Afterward one of the associates of the institution took some of the guests and me on a guided tour of its private museum, which possesses an outstanding collection of Amerindian art. The first spacious hall contained a great number of the most magnificent ollas, large clay vessels no longer made today. This hall had a door that opened to the right. The other members of the party had already walked through, when my attention was caught by still another shelf to the left of the exit. Instead of ollas, this one contained an exhibit of figured pieces, the likes of which I had never seen on the Indian markets. Always on the lookout for new postures, I immediately noticed a male statuette in an unfamiliar stance. It was only about five inches high, made of yellowish clay with red-brick markings, and it stood on a small pedestal which carried the inscription “Calling the Spirits.” I carefully noted the posture, how the hands were positioned on the groin with fingers spread, and how the head was tilted back slightly and the mouth was open. I wanted to sketch it, but the young woman who acted as our guide came to close the door, so I quickly jotted down a brief description and did not even check if the figurine had a number or some other identifying code.

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