That Which is Sacred

May 10, 2017 | Filed Under Things I Think About | Comments Off on That Which is Sacred

I saw an amazing production of Steve Waters‘ play “Temple” at the Aurora Theatre in Berkeley over the weekend. With a running time of 97 minutes, it’s not a lengthy show, but days later, I am still thinking about many of the characters, and the ideas and ideals they present.

The one character in the play who has no connection to the Cathedral, either as a building or an institution, is Gemma, the attorney representing the corporation of the City of London. She is young, intelligent, ambitious, and accustomed to dealing with even the most difficult situations with logic, law, and an efficiency utterly detached from human considerations.

When Gemma arrives at the church to discuss the situation with the Dean of the Cathedral, she enters smiling, and bearing a small box of cupcakes as an apparent means of fostering connection—breaking bread together in a 21st century way. She is sharp-dressed and sharp-minded, and, in the beginning at least, maintains control of her sharp tongue. When she leaves, she pointedly takes the cupcakes with her; they were not meant as a gift to be shared freely, but instead symbolize her expectation of (coerced, if necessary) cooperation.

The gap between Gemma and the Dean is not simply one of age, gender, or affiliation. What Gemma lacks, and what is key for the Dean, is the concept of the sacred. The Dean views the situation not simply as a person, but as a prelate with a duty of custodial care for both the building and institution of St. Paul’s Cathedral, as well as a priest with a duty of pastoral care for the people to whom it is their home of worship.

For Gemma, the Cathedral is a building, merely another structure on another plot of land within the geographical jurisdiction of the City. Gemma pointedly asks the Dean for the hierarchy of his organization, in order for her to understand the chain of authority. The Dean replies that he reports to a higher authority than a temporal governor. Gemma’s only interest in the hierarchy is in order for her to assign liability—that is, who she would sue on behalf of the City—should something untoward occur on church property as a result of the Occupy protest on its property. Since she cannot sue God, she will settle for suing the Dean.

Gemma has no understanding of the building’s importance to both the institution and the individuals who tend to it, and who attend it. For her, there is nothing special about it, except perhaps its historical significance. She is unable to comprehend that it is more than a building, and that the people who make up the Chapter (its governing body) are more than just functionaries and fiduciaries running a business.

This lack of understanding of the sacred cannot simply be attributed to Gemma’s lack of affiliation with the Anglican Church. Plenty of people who have some kind of connection with an organized religion or established place of worship likewise lack a sense of the sacred. It is an element missing in their personal education, in their family of origin, in their early cultural experiences, that they never acquired. And because they are incapable of understanding the sacred, they are limited in their ability to understand the point of view of those whose worldview encompasses the sacred, and are frustrated when their attempts to reduce the world to mechanical, numerical efficiency are rejected by those for whom the sacred is real.

For those who do not understand the inherent value of the sacred, everything simply has a price. For Gemma, there is no value to the building, or the institution, or to the work it does for its community; there is only the financial risk of “untoward events” for which someone must assume liability. She sees no value in the arguments of the clergy, and does not appreciate their values; all she sees is a very expensive lawsuit with incalculable financial consequences.

This lack of understanding extrapolates out to many in government, both in the US and elsewhere. They have no understanding of the value of the sacred within each person, within the world; there is only the cost of maintaining the population, which costs must be kept to a minimum, in order to ensure that their personal net worth can increase. Many of those in the US House of Representatives who voted last week to repeal the Affordable Care Act are devout church-goers who clearly have never bothered to listen to Jesus’ actual message. They know the price of everything and the value of nothing, and run their lives—and our world—accordingly.

As spirit workers, we focus on the sacred aspect of each person we work with, and imbue our work with that understanding in order to better serve our Gods and our clients. By honoring the sacred within ourselves, within our community, and in our world, we can manifest that energy in our daily lives. We may never convince the Gemmas of the world, those who willingly refuse to see, but we do what we can to create the difference we must make.

Daily Poem: Kindness ~ Naomi Shihab Nye

May 9, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Daily Poem: Kindness ~ Naomi Shihab Nye

Kindness
~ Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

Truth and Illusion

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When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with. – Anaïs Nin, writer (1903-1977)

Most diviners have had this client, at least once. At times, some of us may have been this client. The one who wants to hear that their misguided ex will return to them, swearing eternal love and begging forgiveness for their foolishness. The one who wants to hear that they will win the lottery next week. The one who wants to hear that the doctors will find a miraculous cure for them, or their loved one.

We serve our clients, we serve the oracles, we serve the Gods. Truth is required, honesty is key. You can phrase the message to suit the client, but the message must be given. Tact and kindness are essential, but ultimately, there is the plain message for the client to hear.

And the client may choose not to hear it. You can’t make them hear it, you can’t force them to accept it. Everyone has their own emotional limits and psychological processes, and you can’t control the client’s mind or emotions. You do the reading, you give the client space to discuss their hopes and fears and ideas, but it is up to the client to accept the reading you have given as presented, or to take solace in a bearable illusion.

Fraser's Twisted Cord Illusion

Fraser’s Twisted Cord Illusion

Daily Poem: The Secret ~ Denise Levertov

May 8, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Daily Poem: The Secret ~ Denise Levertov

The Secret
~Denise Levertov

Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.

I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me

(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even

what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,

the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can’t find,

and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that

a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines

in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for

assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.

Today’s Word: Discovery

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These four syllables have so much attached to them! There’s the initial thrill of learning something new, of finding an idea or piece of information that changes your thinking and way of being in the world; the excitement of, just for a moment, feeling the infinite nature of the universe in your own being.

The blessing—and the challenge—of discovery is that we simply cannot remain the same person, doing the same things, living the same life as before we made the discovery. We are intoxicated by the possibilities and promise of what we have learned, but putting it into practice can be a long, slow process of internal transformation and external change, neither of which go quite as we planned, or as quickly as we hoped.

Discovery can also have a dark side—we discover something about ourselves that we don’t want to admit, or we discover something about another person that radically changes our feelings and opinion of them. The spark in the darkness is that, having made this realization about our character, we can decide what (if anything) to do about it. When we learn something difficult about another person, that, too, gives us an opportunity to reflect on our own behavior and beliefs, and make adjustments as needed.

Keep in mind the words of André Gide: One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.

Trust yourself, trust your process, and keep going.

May your discoveries bring you joy, healing, and growth!

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Discovery

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