<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:31:54.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Foolish Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>One man's journey towards Gnosis</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-3396648391995863288</id><published>2007-01-30T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:26:20.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Change of Address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have decided to stop posting to this blog and start a new one, more inline with some recent changes I have made. Please come see me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://stjulianofnorwich.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-3396648391995863288?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3396648391995863288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=3396648391995863288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/3396648391995863288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/3396648391995863288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-of-address-i-have-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-4842909581434004822</id><published>2007-01-22T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T12:25:37.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnostics or gnostics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have recently created and began organizing monthly meetings for gnostics in the Vancouver area through a great website called Meetups.com. The group has grown from 5 to 16 in a few months and we have had some great initial meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In this last meeting, we had quite the collection of people, and their own approaches to Gnosticism seemed to represent that current identity crisis that is occurring online. Who is Gnostic (as in a follower of the ancient religious tradition called GnosticISM) and who is gnostic (seeker of divine knowledge within through whatever means necessary and convenient)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There were 4 people including myself that attended. There should have been more but I changed the date a week and a half before and that seemed to confuse. Note to self...don't do that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The first was a beautiful and bright lady who came from a Witness background but discovered Gnosticism through reading Sylvia Browne's material. Sylvia Brown is about as Gnostic as my toaster is a water buffalo and I suspect that she uses the term for it's popularity and Google rating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The second was a kind and reflective young man who came to Gnosticism through the writings of Samael Aun Weor who teaches a psychology more than a religion. I have even heard him described as a cult of personality leader who claimed the title of White Rider from the New Testament. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The third was a thoughtful and contemplative older man who appreciates Gnosticism but does not consider himself of it. He is what I would label a New Ager if labels were necessary. He follows the beliefs of astral projections, karma and the such and offers spiritual counseling to those that seek him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The fourth is a self proclaimed Gnostist, in other words someone who feels that salvation comes from knowledge rather than spiritual practice alone. He is quiet and astute, preferring to watch than to actively participate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then there is me, the Priest of the group. I ascribe to a classical Gnosticism and believe and embrace the "churchiness" of it all rather than approaching it from a "I hate Christianity" direction that so many people do. Gnosticism has become perceived an anti-Christianity, rather than the original Christianity that it actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So what's my point? Well technically speaking, I am the only one that is able to properly use the term Gnostic to describe myself...that is if I felt labels were worth anything. Many Gnostics online spend way too much time drawing distinctions and lines in the sand between themselves, the true Gnostics, and everyone else, the lowly small "g" gnostics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Each of us was at that meeting to actively seek gnosis. We discussed many things much of it centered around praxis, the active application of beliefs to ones life with the expressed goal of attaining gnosis, or experiential knowledge and understanding of the divine within. As the organizer of the group, I seek to imprint a scriptural and chiclet-collared approach to Gnosticism because in my opinion it is the most proven avenue towards gnosis. It has survived for 2000+ years for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I also seek to include the approaches and beliefs and notions of the other members, for I am not trying to create an exclusive club, but an inclusive community. I hope to impart an appreciation of scripture (NHL and GoJohn) and tradition to my fellow seekers, but I wish to learn from the as well. No matter what my impression and inherited biases are of their paths, what matters is the intent, not the tools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Regardless of labels and notions, the meeting that just passed was real and beautiful and uplifting. As I have told many people before, it is the seeking that is the true lesson and it is there that the truth will be found. For without that, the object that is sought will never be found for how could it have any meaning? And so in these four I found brothers and sisters of my heart, united in purpose and awakening together to the reality of our existence and to the love of God. I look forward to future meetings and to walking with these great people as we journey side-by-side. What are labels compared to the love of another within a supportive community?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-4842909581434004822?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4842909581434004822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=4842909581434004822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/4842909581434004822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/4842909581434004822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/gnostics-or-gnostics-i-have-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-5679719989722759044</id><published>2007-01-10T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:47:08.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My Take on the Demiurge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I rarely make any theological assertions online. This is generally because up until recently my views and thoughts changed often as I adjusted my world view and ideas of reality. But I think I have reached a point where things are starting to come together in my mind so I thought I would speak a little bit about my ideas regarding the Demiurge, a popular Gnostic figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The impetus for doing this was partly a few posts I have seen recently in the Palm Tree Garden and a discussion I had a few days ago with a newly reborn Evangelical Christian. She was reading the Old Testament and I struck up a conversation with her about it. She was in the process of relegating the angry and jealous God of the OT with the loving and forgiving God of the NT. Obviously she was viewing both texts as literal history rather than teaching myths and was having some trouble with what was obviously a schizophrenic deity. She asked for my opinion on the matter to which I replied, "You're assuming that they are the same God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Needless to say, the conversation ended shortly thereafter. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Gnostics can and do associate the Demiurge with the Jewish God depicted in the OT  mostly because some Gnostic scripture tells us to. The trap that many fall into however, particularly gnewbies, is that hard-to-get-over literal view of these stories. The 21st century western mind has been trained to dismiss myths as irrelevant stories for children and to view everything they read as literal fact that you either agree with or do not. To view the Demiurge as the Jewish God or the Creator and to view the Father found in the NHL and NT as a the true God above all is to fall into a dualistic view of the Universe. You find yourself with a Good God and a Bad God which is a difficult standpoint to live ones life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Many will do away with this dualist Good God/Bad God view and see the Demiurge as some sort of oppressive and somewhat inept administrator of this lowest Aeon with a team of lackeys in the form of the Archons. So now they have a sort of jail house theory to settle into, with the flesh being the jail and the Father being the means by which one escapes this prison and the Demiurge being a sort of warden set to keeping you here. But this has its problems too since it leads to an understandably us-against-them way of seeing our reality, which can create a kind of flesh-hating world-hating ideal, a belief system that Gnostics have been and are still often accused of. And this again is a hard point from which to extend a spiritual way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The truth, or something much closer to the truth, IMO is that the Demiurge is not an alternative Big Guy or a warden, but in fact a representation of our own ego, the Archons our senses through which our ego receives all of its information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Through our senses, perceptions and notions we ourselves create our reality, this physical world. It can be argued that all that we see and touch and feel and hear are not in fact external phenomena that exists outside of ourselves, but are in fact projections of our experience. Science has shown that solid objects are in fact not solid at all. Science also shows us that the molecules that objects are made of are also not solid, that the atoms again are not solid, that the electrons again are not solid, and so on. Physical reality in actuality is mind given form, nothing more and nothing less. It is our belief in the overriding notion of a physical material truth that traps us in the limitations and laws that govern this reality. It could be argued that if every being on this planet were to simultaneously BELIEVE that the sky is purple, then it would in fact be purple. In this way our own egos ARE the Creators of this reality. They ARE the Demiurge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So what is the ego? The ego is that part of yourself that believes itself to be separate from the rest of the reality it perceives. It says, "I am me, so therefore I am." It is the part of ourselves that says that is mine, I want this, I will do that, I need this. But it is only one part of a trinity that makes up our nature. The second part is mind and the third is spirit. The ego is the observed, the mind is the observer and the spirit is the relay of information that occurs between the observed and the observer. Sort of like watching a movie in a theatre. My ego is a character acting out an experience on the screen, my Mind is the audience watching this experience occur, and my Spirit is the energy that conveys the emotions and sensations that are the result of this experience. The spirit is that which connects the divine to the material. Where we all get into trouble is we associate to closely with the character and become unable to distinguish the movie from reality. The movie BECOMES our reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So what are we truly? We are Mind. We are a fragment of the Divine that is observing a physical experience but are not of it. We are part of a universal "I" and not truly separate from God at all. The Demiurge represents our ego in the sense that we are ruled by the material and by our passions and our senses. He is jealous for if we are to awaken from these understandings and become aware again of our true nature as Mind, then He can no longer rule us and his power is diminished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But here is another trap we can fall into. We do not want to dismiss and destroy the ego, for it is a necessary part to why we are here. The Demiurge is necessary, but He is not truly our ruler. To awaken to the truth of our inherent Divine reality, is to, in essence, step back into the role of audience, of observer. Life and Death as the Demiurge's creation understands it is a beginning and an end, but as Divine Mind they are merely transitions from one form to another. The Father is not an external figure, but an internal reality. A reality we can touch and exist with as were meant to once we subjugate the authority and influence of the Demiurge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-5679719989722759044?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5679719989722759044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=5679719989722759044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/5679719989722759044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/5679719989722759044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-take-on-demiurge-i-rarely-make-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-6372886178337589609</id><published>2007-01-08T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:32:32.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Truth About Angry Suits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Each of us carries with us a list of hurts and wrongs done to us wherever we go. This list is worn on the outside, right where anyone who knows how to look can see it. We may think it is invisible, but that's just another "notion" through which we protect ourselves. Over time this list of past issues hardens and becomes a shell that we hide behind. It becomes our Angry Suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There are a couple of odd things about this Angry Suit. One, as mentioned before, is that people who wear one think that no one else can see it, or at the very least sense it. Sure we're a little touchy, a little defensive, but who isn't? But as sure as a bear poops in the woods, the Angry Suit is a big shiny sign that says, "Watch out, I've got emotional baggage! I will lash out at even the most insignificant sign of insult, slight or disrespect!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Another odd thing about an Angry Suit is that it always seems to attract attention. There are always those that want to fix you. There are always those that will, whether they do it on purpose or not, try to pick at it and see what reactions they can get. But the biggest thing is that Angry Suit wearers always attract other Angry Suit wearers. And they don't get along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;An Angry Suit can cause you to act in all kinds of counterintuitive ways. The whole point of wearing one is to protect yourself from further pain and hurt. But the Suit actually creates more of this, continually causing us to act in ways to perpetuates our suffering, rather than protecting us from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I wore one for years. It is so hard to see these realities, so lost are we in the unfairness of the world. The Suit tells us that everything is happening TO us, that nothing happens BECAUSE of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I'll tell you something. We all wear one to some degree. All you have to do is admit it and see the Appearance for what it is, a lie we tell ourselves so we will not be forced to hold ourselves accountable for the state of our own lives and the choices we have made along the way. If you can see through this Appearance, and accept the Reality that we CHOOSE how we react and cope with the experiences we hop to and from in our lives, you will be ready to take off the Suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And when you take that Suit off, good God does your view of the world change! It's like taking off red-coloured glasses and see the colour and vibrancy that is the true Reality we exist in. Suddenly nothing bothers you anymore, nothing can unbalance your calm. People are nicer, love is easier and pain is an unpleasant memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So go on. See your Suit for what it is. And give yourself permission to take it off. Trust me, it'll be the best thing you ever do and it will be the first step to traveling a path of peace and happiness that will change you and your life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-6372886178337589609?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6372886178337589609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=6372886178337589609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/6372886178337589609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/6372886178337589609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-about-angry-suits-each-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-2790028283722158305</id><published>2006-12-28T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:17:32.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the Ego and Willful Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So today started like any other day (screaming kids, food, dishes, bed making, shower, etc...). I received a $30 gift card from my wife to Starbucks. I'm a sucker for the soy Caramel Macchiato. Anyway, I got off the bus today with every intention of walking across the street and picking up a coffee and a muffin before walking the few blocks to work. It is a beautiful crisp and sunny day here and Vancouver and I was feeling pretty lucky to be alive. But as I got to the street corner I came upon a homeless man lying on the ground wrapped in a thin blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not sure what was different about this guy. There are lots of "homeless" people in Vancouver, or in other words, people posing as homeless or jobless panhandling for loose change. I've seen several local stories of some of these people making a $200 a day and driving home from a day of begging in a shiny SUV to their townhouse in Kits. I've always been pretty jaded about these individuals having been burned on a couple of scams. But this guy was different. To me there seemed an energy around him, I could almost see it. Something inside me felt that this guy was really homeless and in some real trouble. He had a cardboard sign half covered by food offerings and change that made mention of "sick and dying" and "please help me". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There was maybe $3 in change, a croissant and a slice of banana bread wrapped in cellophane on the ground beside him. Hundreds of people were walking past him on this busy corner. Most would glance at him and promptly forget about him. Some looked guilty as they walked away. As I walked into Starbucks I remember the passage in the New Testament (not sure which Gospel) that tells us of Jesus saying if someone asks for your shirt, give them your coat. In other words, give them all you can and then more. It's a wonderful sentiment, but harder than you might think to actually do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So in this little moral conundrum, I came face to face with my ego. Here was a real opportunity for me to put my money where my mouth is, to not just contemplate, write and talk about spiritual morals but to actually PRACTICE them. I had $30 on a plastic card and he was laying on a freezing cold street trying to sleep wrapped in a blanket I wouldn't give to my dog. I was about to enjoy a completely superfluous cup of gourmet coffee and a fresh baked muffin, and he was relying on charity to eat that day. It occurred to me that I could buy him something to eat, and I mean a real something, not a $1 croissant or a sugary piece of loaf that would not provide any real nutrition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But my ego said, "But that's my money, my coffee, my luxury."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I debated and struggled and bargained with that stupid ego. Eventually after about 10 minutes of internal strife, I settled on buying a $6 ham sandwich and a coffee for myself. I walked back out to the curb and placed that sandwich next to him and wished him blessings and went off to my work sipping my coffee, listening to my iPod and wearing about $400 worth of clothing and a bag to a job that will pay be $25/hr to play on a computer all day. And you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That fucking ego wanted to be congratulated for that. It wanted to call my wife and tell her what it did or work it into a conversation at work so that people could see what a great guy it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It made me sick. I could have given it all to him. I could have stood him up, walked to the soup restaurant a block away a fed him some hot soup. I could have taken the day off of work and figured out how to get him to a shelter for a day. Something other than dropping a $6 sandwich and feeling self-righteous about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was a small victory against my ego, one of many that I will need to win in order to awaken to my true identity and become a Christ. It also marked the first time "I" felt separate from my ego, like there was an alternate personality I was trying to control and tame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I still feel like I failed. Even as I write this I feel shame. Ultimately unhelpful, but there you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-2790028283722158305?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2790028283722158305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=2790028283722158305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/2790028283722158305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/2790028283722158305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-ego-and-willful-ignorance-so-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-9073620890964016162</id><published>2006-12-27T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:25:33.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Zen Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"A student asked. "What is the mind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The master answered, "Mind is the Buddha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The student said, "Thank you. Now I see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The master replied, "Now that you see, I say the truth is there is no mind and no Buddha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The astonished student exclaimed, "Then why did you say 'The mind is the Buddha'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The master explained, "I had to stop the baby crying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Zen teaching story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Consider the trees that allow birds to perch and fly away without calling them to come or longing for them not to leave. If your heart can be like a tree you will be close to the Way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Langya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Ma'tsu was living as an ascetic and practicing meditation. Master Huai Jang asked, "What are you doing?" Ma'tsu replied, "Trying to be a Buddha." Huai Jang picked up a stone and began rubbing it. "What are you doing?" asked Ma'tsu. Huai Jang replied, "I am trying to make a mirror." Ma'tsu said, "No amount of polishing will make a stone a mirror." Huai Jang said, "No amount of meditation will may you a Buddha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Zen teaching story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-9073620890964016162?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9073620890964016162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=9073620890964016162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/9073620890964016162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/9073620890964016162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/zen-wisdom-student-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-8837170455010052736</id><published>2006-12-27T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:10:07.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wisdom from Pagan Philosophers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"No human being will ever know the Truth, for even if they happened to say it by chance, they would not know they had done so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Xenophanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Discovering the Father and Creator of the universe is a supremely difficult task; and having found Him it would be impossible to tell anyone about Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Human beings were created to contemplate and reflect the Universe. They are not themselves this great perfection, but are particles of perfection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Cicero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-8837170455010052736?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8837170455010052736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=8837170455010052736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/8837170455010052736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/8837170455010052736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/wisdom-from-pagan-philosophers-no-human.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-1162355689301760360</id><published>2006-12-27T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:09:42.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hermes Trismegistus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"He is too great to be called by the name "God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; His is hidden, yet obvious everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; He is bodiless, yet embodied in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; There is nothing that he is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; He has no name, because all names are His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; He is the unity in all things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; so we must know him by all names and call everything "God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To simply love God in thought with singleness of heart, and to follow the Goodness of his will - this is philosophy, unsullied by intrusive cravings for pointless opinions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Birth is no the beginning of life - only of an individual awareness. Change into another state is not death - only the ending of this awareness. Most people are ignorant of the Truth, and therefore afraid of death, believing it to be the greatest of all evils. But death is only the dissolution of a worn out body. Out term of service as guardians of the world is ended when we are freed from the bonds of this mortal frame and restored, cleansed, and purified, to the primal condition of our higher nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hermes Trismegistus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am currently reading the Golden Builders, which is a historical look of the influences of Hermetic Philosophy, the Rosicrucian's and Freemasonry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Hermetic Philosophy and enigmatic figure of Hermes (real or mythical) is really touching something deep within me. It's as if my soul or spirit is "remembering" it as I read about it. It is a most interesting (right word? I don't know) experience to say the least. I think that with certainty I have found the next path in the many branched tree of my life-changing gnostic journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peace to all and a belated Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-1162355689301760360?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1162355689301760360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=1162355689301760360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/1162355689301760360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/1162355689301760360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/hermes-trismegistus-he-is-too-great-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-8544473589110301984</id><published>2006-12-22T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:02:46.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conversations With Rosamonde Miller+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have learned so much from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;That I can no longer call myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, A Jew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The truth has shared so much of Itself with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;That I can no longer call myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A man, a woman, an angel, or even pure soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Love has Befriended Hafiz so completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It has turned to ash and freed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;of every concept and image my mind has ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hafiz, Persian mystic and poet 14th century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Translation by Daniel Ladinsky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This was the final jewel given to me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.gnosticsanctuary.org/"&gt;Rosamonde Miller+&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt; after some email conversations we've had in the past few days. By way of introduction I had petitioned her for a better understanding of the Divine Feminine. Her responses were thoughtful and heartfelt and I thank you very much for her time and wisdom. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://egina2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Msgr. Jordan Stratford's+&lt;/a&gt; glowing opinion of her was right on the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I often talk to my congregation and students to the priesthood about not confusing the feminine principle with females. I have found fairly often that the so called "feminine" principle is quite absent in many women and also very present in many men. Our culture has defined as feminine certain qualities such as intuition, perception, ability to see both sides of a situation at the same time, compassion, patience, and many others. It has defined as masculine other qualities such as strength, perseverance, decision making, not being subject to deception and so on. I think that an enlightened being is quite androgynous in all of these positive attributes. The negative ones, such as greed, cowardice, insensitivity, pusillanimity, dramatization of one's live, whinnying, gossiping, betrayal, self-righteousness, just to mention a few, are neither feminine nor masculine. They are just annoyances that people of both genders are often prey to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Divinity is Divinity, one and indivisible. In my experience (not a belief system, as I hold none) the undefinable essence of Being is in us and all around us, experiencing Himself (I will use He for the sake of brevity) and the rest of the physical world in the unique way that the DNA and circumstances of being a tree, a dog, a cockroach, a man or a woman can provide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Our perceptions in ordinary consciousness tend to fragment everything into opposites when there is only one whole. That we call it masculine or feminine is only a matter of perspective. I, for instance, don't get what is meant by "female spirituality." Spirit is spirit, and while culture may approach and interpret a mystical experience from a certain perspective, what's experienced has no definable qualities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;- Rosamonde Miller+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peace and blessings to all and a Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-8544473589110301984?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8544473589110301984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=8544473589110301984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/8544473589110301984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/8544473589110301984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/conversations-with-rosamonde-miller-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-1229131652592453509</id><published>2006-12-12T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:48:17.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tentmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Allah is non-being and being, existence and non-existence. He is the relative and the Absolute. All these concepts return to Allah, for there is nothing we can comprehend or write or speak about that is not Allah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Abd Al-Kader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion. Bewilderment brings intuitive knowledge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Jalaluddin Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There are many lenses and viewpoints that one can view the dichotomy of religious vs. secular life. It can be viewed from the view of inter-family issues, professional challenges, personal conflicts and moral dilemmas. The contradictions found in both ways of life are total and unavoidable. The best one can do is to draw a line in the sand as each issue arises and have the ethical integrity to not cross it. It isn’t easy, but then who ever said that it should be? It is my opinion that just as darkness allows us to appreciate the light, evil allows us to appreciate good, so to does the mundane and pitfall-filled secular life help us to appreciate the pureness and beauty of a religious life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Inter-family issues abound when one sets his feet on the religious path. It is inevitable that some (if not all!) of the people that comprise your family will either not understand or disapprove of a Gnostic religious life style and/or religious goals, no matter how spiritually you phrase it. When you as an individual determine that you in fact want to live your life with a religiously inspired moral compass, then you must apply it to every facet of your life. My decision has lead me to many new ways of thinking and reacting to situations. Considering my old “chip-on-the-shoulder” way of navigating personal relationships, these changes have been most welcome by members of my family. However, as I get more comfortable with my emerging spirituality, my new way of looking at life creates some uncomfortable situations as people try to figure out if I am joking or if I am serious. If I am joking, then they don’t get it. If I am serious, then they don’t understand. So far this has all succeeded in creating an ever-widening gap between myself and everyone else. My recent decisions to become vegetarian, my staunchly pacifist leaning on issues of politics and war, and my visible prayer of thanks before eating have not helped this gap either. But the greatest difficulty is that my choices now seem to highlight the flaws of my family members. As I choose to not eat meat, for example, on the grounds that the meat industry is needlessly cruel and that animals need not die to feed me, it forces them to look at their own decisions. This can and has lead to guilt of which I am wrongly accused of causing. These are my choices and I cannot control how these choices make others feel about their own choices. I am not placing myself in a position of judgment, I answer when asked, nothing more. Patience and understanding and a certain “smallness” are required at times. The secular aspects of life will always constrict the religious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Depending on ones chosen secular profession, strong ethical problems can arise for one of strong religious and spiritual leanings. As a graphic designer this is rarely if ever a problem directly, but for instance, I may be forced through my work to support a car manufacturer as they are major client of my employer. As a spiritualist, a humanitarian and a environmentalist (all of which go hand in hand with a truly spiritual traveler for love of the Mother will always be profoundly present) supporting a technology that is so devastating to the our world and whose use is so prevalent in Western culture as to be virtually entrenched into that way of life can be a difficult ethical burden to bear. The realities of this life is that we must “live” in this world created for us by the Demiurge and the Archons for absenting oneself into a life of a monk or hermit is, in my opinion, the easy way out. So if we accept that we must live here, then we must accept that it is not always a nice place and we will often be placed in situations where to stick to our ethical guns is to create suffering, which is the opposite goal of a spiritual life. As a graphic designer, jobs for companies that aren’t selling something to somebody for someone else are very rare. I try to level out my design karma by volunteering the same skills to organizations that give back. Maybe it works and maybe it doesn’t. I’ll know when I leave this dream and not a minute before. A wise man once told me the story of the man and the poison arrow and it is a lesson I remember every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Internally as well one can expect ethical clashes between what your consciousness and spirit wants vs. what your ego desires. The best example is one of materialism. Spiritually on a higher level I understand that things and clothes are an impediment to my overall growth and my ability to transcend this dream but my ego still places an inordinate amount of worth into this things. Granted the battle waged over this topic is slowly but resolutely sliding to spiritual side but there are still some overwhelming ethical issues to be determined and resolved. For instance, where do clothes come from? It is a well-known fact that most of the large clothing manufacturers employ the use of sweatshops in poor countries around the world. If your tag says made in Chine or India, you can bet your last dollar that it was made by a person making 45 cents an hour with inadequate working conditions in circumstances that can be likened to slave labor. But despite this truth my ego still wants to feel pretty, so off I go to the Gap and Old Navy and Wal-Mart (I hate that Wal-Mart is actually corrected in the spell check of Word) to buy the cheapest clothes I can find because that is all I can afford. How does one resolve this prevalent ethical dilemma? I have to wear clothes so if I cannot buy them from these organizations, from where do I buy them? Information on local clothiers are slim as well is information on large clothing manufacturers manufacturing practices. Here in Western Canada as well, most locally made clothing is of a decidedly hippy, bohemian style and my ego just doesn’t jive with that. And this is just one of many seemingly insurmountable issues. Does one just do the best they can and buy only what one needs? Do we sacrifice appearance for what is right? Does it really matter to anyone but me? If we all stop buying sweatshop clothes and the whole industry falls apart, will those people in China and India thank us? More questions than answers as usual. I guess the best one can do is draw one of those lines I spoke about earlier and do your best not to cross it. Ultimately, how you feel in your heart about your choices is the true measure since in the end, it is between you and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now all of the above is from the standpoint of an individual spiritual traveler, navigating the best they can the pitfalls and trials of a necessary secular existence with the desired and chosen spiritual transcendence. But what if the individual seeks to become a priest? From experience so far, I can say that the added burden of seeking priesthood is twofold. Firstly, one must battle the misconceptions and opinions the term “priest” creates with ones friends and family. The one thing that everyone can agree on is that becoming a priest requires exponentially more dedication inciting the questions “Why take it that far?” and “Why isn’t following a religion enough?” And secondly, the goal of priesthood implies a perfection of spirit that increases the pressures that one places upon oneself. It creates a new level self-expectation to adhere to ones chosen moral compass that can result in such internal dialogue as “Is chicken broth really eating meat?” and “If I just buy this one shirt, am I betraying something?” As I said, ultimately we are the greatest judge of our own actions if we are true to ourselves and do not shy away from knowing ourselves completely. Once we begin to start cutting corners, we only betray ourselves and that, in my opinion, is a greater crime than having no ethics at all. It is better to stand for nothing then to claim to stand for something and then seek to fool yourself that it is true. It is this that is the greatest obstacle of successfully being the Tentmaker, but it is in no way insurmountable. In fact, I sure I will find that the secret to surviving the secular vs. religious showdown is right in front of my face and so simple as to be laughable. I am convinced that God has a wonderful sense of humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-1229131652592453509?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1229131652592453509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=1229131652592453509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/1229131652592453509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/1229131652592453509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/tentmaker-allah-is-non-being-and-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-1405813624741457338</id><published>2006-12-06T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:01:53.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Christian Mystic Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"If I were to say "God exists," this would not be true. He is being beyond being. He is nothingness beyond being. That is why St. Augustine says "The best thing to be said about God is silence." You must love God as not-God, not-Spirit, not-Son, not-image, but as He is - sheer, pure, absolute Oneness, without any duality."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Meister Eckhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"What does God do all day long? He gives birth. From the beginning of eternity God lies on a maternity bed giving birth to the All. God is creating this whole universe, full and entire, in this present moment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Meister Eckhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"God inhabits every soul, even those of the greatest sinners is the world. There is always this union between God and His creatures, for through it He preserves their being. If it were not so, these souls would instantly cease to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- St. John of the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"To come into union with the wisdom of God, the soul has to embrace not-knowing, rather than knowledge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- St. John of the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;These passages bring to mind something that I have been pondering for awhile now (amongst other things, I record them here for my own benefit in future). It seems rather apparent that in order for one to attain union with God (enlightenment, gnosis, etc...) then one must cease to discuss the path and to actively live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;About 2 months ago I ceased all activity in chat rooms, discussion forums and mail groups. I still read but I do not participate in any of the discussions and more commonly the raging arguments that occur there. Whereas theology and philosophy are great exercises to "work the kinks out of your beliefs" at some point a traveler must transcend such a vehicle. It is, in and of itself, a trap and just another way of staying asleep. It is quite insipid as well, for it has the ability to provide an illusion of spiritual advancement when all that is being perfected is one's intellectual understanding of "spirituality" and "religion". No spiritual maturation is actually occurring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;At some point one must "embrace not-knowing". We must accept the reality that without direct experience, we truly "know" nothing. It is the pursuit of this knowledge, of gnosis, to which a gnostic dedicates their life to but ironically, since it seems to attract the more intellectual, it is they who most often get stuck in their own theology. Endlessly discussing ad naseum the gnostic history, cosmology and true Christian-ness but not actually contributing to their own development or to the vitality of the modern Gnostic movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So truly the best advice I can see is to say nothing of God and to say little of your "beliefs". Let how you live your life show the world what you believe, for ultimately what the world thinks is immaterial. What matters is your journey back to God and your true Self. Wake up dear traveler, do not become entrapped in your own illusion of emerging freedom. It is a lie and just another method by which the Demiurge will hold you enthralled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-1405813624741457338?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1405813624741457338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=1405813624741457338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/1405813624741457338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/1405813624741457338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/christian-mystic-wisdom-if-i-were-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-2888989555857484709</id><published>2006-11-27T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:30:45.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Living Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The concept of Christ Consciousness has expanded for me and I thought I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;would share what I have learned.  This is from Paramahansa Yogananada's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The threefold nature of God is: God the Father is the Absolute, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Unmanifested, existing beyond vibratory creation.  God the Son is the Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Consciousness existing within vibratory creation - this Christ Consciousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;is the "only begotten" or sole reflection in creation of the Uncreated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Infinite.  The outer manifestation of the omnipresent Christ Consciousness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;its "witness" is the Word or Holy Ghost - the invisible divine power, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;only doer, the sole causative and activating force that upholds all creation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;through vibration.  "But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said to you." (John 14:26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And then concerning meditation:  What is important is fixing the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;attention at the point between the eyebrows.  This is the Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Consciousness center, the seat of the single eye spoken of by Christ:  "The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;body shall be full of light." (Matthew 6:22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Self-realization:  Self-realization means knowledge of one's own soul and of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;its oneness with the Father.  It is the knowing - in body, mind and soul - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that we are one with the omnipresence of God; that we do not have to pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that it come to us, that we are not merely near it at all times, but that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;God's omnipresence is our omnipresence; that we are just as much a part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Him now as we ever will be.  All we have to do is improve our knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;He continues:  So long as it dwells on the material plane, human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;consciousness cannot encompass the universal Christ Consciousness no matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;how desirous it may be of doing so.  By practice of meditation however, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sincere student can increase and refine the receptivity of his consciousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;so that he may ultimately perceive the Christ Consciousness universally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;present in every atom of creation.  St. John referred to this expansion of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the human consciousness to receive the divine when he declared of Christ: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;God, even to them that believe in his name." (St. John 1:12)  Thus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;according to the Bible, all men may discover their actual oneness with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Christ Consciousness.  By intuitive self-realization, or knowledge of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;own soul, man becomes aware of his oneness with the Christ Consciousness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Those who attain the highest self-realization know without any doubt that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;they are "the sons of God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And lastly, I thought you might find this interesting.  This is a footnote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;from his book "Autobiography of a Yogi":  His guru, Sr Yukteswar, told him:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Theologians have misinterprested Christ's words in such passages as 'I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the way, the truth and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(John 14:6).  Jesus meant, never that he was the sole Son of God, but that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;no man can attain the unqualified Absolute, the transcendent Father beyond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;creation, until he has first manifested the 'Son' or activating Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Consciousness within creation.  Jesus, who had achieved entire oneness with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that Christ Consciousness identified himself with it inasmuch as his own ego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;had long since been dissolved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The footnote continues:  When Paul wrote: "God..created all things by Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Christ" (Ephesians 3:9) and when Jesus said: "Before Abraham was, I am" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(John 8:58), the sheer essence of the words is impersonality.  A form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;spiritual cowardice leads many wordly people to believe comfortably that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;only one man was the Son of God.  "Christ was uniquely created," they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;reason, "so how can I, a mere mortal, emulate Him?"  But all men have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;divinely created, and must someday obey Christ's command: "Be ye therefore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect" (Matt 5:48).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;should be called the sons of God" (I John 3:1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Understanding of the law of karma and of its corollary, reincarnation, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;displayed in numerous Biblical passages; eg. "Whosoever sheddeth man's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;blood, by man shall his blood be shed" (Gen 9:6).  If every murderer must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;himself be killed "by man", the reactive process obviously requires in many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;cases more than one lifetime.  The contemporary police are just not quick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The early Christian church accepted the doctrine of reincarnation, which was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;expounded by the Gnostics and by numerous church fathers, including Clement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;of Alexandria, the celebrated Origen (both 3rd century) and St. Jerome (5th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;century).  The doctrine was first declared a heresy in AD 553 by the Second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Council of Constantinople.  At that time many Christians thought the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;doctrine of reincarnation afforded man too ample a stage of time and space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;to encourage him to strive for immediate salvation.  But truth supressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;leads disconcertingly to a host of errors.  The millions have not utilized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;their "one lifetime" to seek God, but to enjoy this world - so uniquely won, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;and shortly to be forever lost!  The truth is that man recincarnates on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;earth until he has consciously regained his status as a son of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;An email I received from my mother, a fellow spiritual traveller and an inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-2888989555857484709?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2888989555857484709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=2888989555857484709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/2888989555857484709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/2888989555857484709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-christ-concept-of-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-2450137511698020319</id><published>2006-11-24T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:44:26.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer of Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We give thanks to You! Every soul and heart is lifted up to You, undisturbed name, honored with the name 'God' and praised with the name 'Father', for to everyone and everything (comes) the fatherly kindness and affection and love, and any teaching there may be that is sweet and plain, giving us mind, speech, (and) knowledge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind, so that we       may understand You, speech, so that we may expound You, knowledge, so that we may know       You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rejoice, having been illuminated by Your knowledge. We rejoice because You have shown us Yourself. We rejoice because while we were in (the) body, You have made us divine through Your knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The thanksgiving of the man who attains to You is one thing: that we know You. We have known You, intellectual light. Life of life, we have known You. Womb of every creature, we have known You. Womb pregnant with the nature of the Father, we have known You. Eternal permanence of the begetting Father, thus have we worshiped Your goodness. There is one petition that we ask: we would be preserved in knowledge. And there is one protection that we desire: that we not stumble in this kind of life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/prat.html"&gt;Nag Hammadi text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;| Gnostic Society Library &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-2450137511698020319?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2450137511698020319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=2450137511698020319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/2450137511698020319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/2450137511698020319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/prayer-of-thanksgiving-we-give-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-5746820657569868084</id><published>2006-11-23T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:54:07.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a Vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So I've made the next big step and formally become a vegetarian. Feels good I have to say. I don't really allow myself to feel guilty, it's a self-indulgant emotion that achieves absolutely nothing, but the facts about the meat industry were plain to see and weighed heavily upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I urge everyone to watch the videos found on the home page of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.chooseveg.com/"&gt;Chooseveg.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Even if you aren't interested in becoming a vegetarian, everyone should be aware of where your food is coming from and what the animals endured to feed you. "Meet your Meat" is especially powerful, it moved me to tears a few times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now granted these videos contain a dose of rhetoric and the site does try to play the "meat isn't as healthy for you as you think" angle which is not particularly correct IMO, but the videos are powerful nonetheless and do a fair job of jolting you into recognizing how your food is "processed". The videos also speak to dairy cows and egg chickens who have it even worse than the meat animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Watch them, please. Don't turn away. Pull your head from the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I urge you to watch it so that at least, at the very least you will stop eating non-organic, non-free range meats and dairy. Now I know what you are saying, that it is too expensive to eat organic, and you're right. "Organic" is a buzz word and food companies are certainly not above cashing in our altruistic and well meaning intents to eat while keeping the animal in mind. But there are alternatives, even if it means abstaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.eatwellguide.org/"&gt;Eatwellguide.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt; is a US/Canadian site that will allow you to find local sustainable farming operations where you can buy free-range, non-hormoned, humanely treated meats and dairy that are not exactly "certified organic". It is affordable and you help keep a very important economy alive rather than continuing to hand over your money to uncaring major corporations. Sure it will take a little more planning to shop, but at what point do these sorts of excuses just stop holding water? This site will also show you stores that sell organic products and restaurants that cook with organic and/or free range ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;These animals suffer, folks. Their pain is unimaginable, their suffering is inexcusable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can play the ostrich all you want, but at some point we as a culture are going to have to face what we support, even if its with our inaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have chosen to go vegetarian because I can no longer expect another lifeform to die so I can eat. I don't need it. The animal is dying for no other reason than because I want it to, because I like the taste of their flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The next step for me is to give up seafood. Whereas the cruelty shown to fish is on a much smaller scale, the devestation wreaked by the fishing industry on our oceans and lakes is terrible. The final step will be to avoid byproducts of the meat industry like leather, and this step is truly difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have said before that a society can be judged based on how it treats its animals. Please watch the videos and visit these sites. If you decide to continue to eat meat, so be it. At least you will be aware of what you are supporting rather than pretending it does not happen, and for that at least you will have my respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peace and blessings to all God's creatures. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is their right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-5746820657569868084?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5746820657569868084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=5746820657569868084' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/5746820657569868084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/5746820657569868084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-vegetarian-so-ive-made-next-big-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116423994720752610</id><published>2006-11-22T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:59:16.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Volunteer or Not to Volunteer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Volunteering has been something I have wanted to do for some time now,  but I didn't know where to start, and with 2 small children at home, I didn't really have any physical time to donate. But still, I felt it necessary to see if there was some way for me to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Through the excellent website, www.govolunteer.ca, I found several opportunities for a graphic designer such as myself to offer my design services as a way of volunteering. Because of today's technology through phone, email and PDF proofs it is possible for me to volunteer from the office and/or from home without actually having to GO anywhere. It works out well for me, for now anyway. When the kids are a little older I would like to get out on the front lines to help battle homelessness and hunger but I do what I can right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am currently volunteering for St. Barnabas Anglican Church (an organic spiritually inclined parish with a great loving community, a female priest with an inexhaustable resevoir of energy who runs a thrift shop for the underpriviledged and regular Thursday meals for the homeless), Farm Folk/City Folk (an organization dedicated to bringing city consumers to local sustainable farming families who practice free range and humane farming techniques), and the Vancouver Cancer Society (self-explanatory, who hasn't been touched by cancer?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I also found a couple of sites that accept clothing and houseware donations for distribution to the poor and needy. They are Homestart.ca and Gatherandgive.org. Way better than dropping our extra stuff at the local Value Village, though anything is better than the landfill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So what's my point? Well as a priest-in-formation I feel that volunteering in your local community to be absolutely necessary and a fundamental building block of living what you preach, rather than just talking about it. These are the people who you will be helping, who willbe coming to you for ministry, for compassion and for assistance. Gnostics often spend too much time IMHO in their own heads when the real battle against the Archons occurs out "there".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I asked a few of my co-worker's hypothetically whether or not they would volunteer their time, provided that it was easy to find opportunities locally and that it was for an organization or cause they felt inclined towards. The answers, frankly, surprised me. These are caring, lovely people who I feel very at home with. Everyone one of them felt (I'm being general here) that their time was too precious to give it up regularly unless they were to get something in return. Their reasons differed and what they felt they would need in return to make it worth it differed, but in the end they "didn't have enough time" to even think about it. We're talking about mostly single people with no kids in their 30s. No time!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, I'm not judging here but I was a bit surprised and even a little disappointed. Is this apathy to the suffering and needs of others cultural? Is it taught and/or learned? Is it simply that these people have no real understanding what it is to need? I grew up pretty poor and we had some pretty rough stretches their while my Dad was out of work sick, so I know what it is like to eat potatoes and PB&amp;J for weeks at a time. I know what it is like to not know if you will eat tomorrow. I know what it is like to have one shirt and one pair of pants for most of a school year and I know what it is like to wear patches on your patches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Where does this apathy and indifference come from? Is it just the way we are? Some of us care and some of us don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Volunteering is easy. It seems that the real challenge is finding time in your busy and dare I say it self-absorbed schedule to make room for the needs of others. It could be anything just as long as you do something that will positively impact your community and reduce the suffering of others even by an inch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Or is it wrong to expect others to give a shit about the needs of others? Am I being naive here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116423994720752610?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116423994720752610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116423994720752610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116423994720752610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116423994720752610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-volunteer-or-not-to-volunteer.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116414735751098670</id><published>2006-11-21T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:15:57.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street Priest, Now There's An Idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What an inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Read about him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.vancouver.anglican.ca/News/tabid/27/ctl/ViewArticle/ArticleId/402/mid/486/Default.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116414735751098670?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116414735751098670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116414735751098670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116414735751098670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116414735751098670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/street-priest-now-theres-idea-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116413582374980117</id><published>2006-11-21T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:03:45.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Peace Is Not a Naive Concept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;As per my post directly below this one, I have been accused of being a naive idealist who holds dear an idea that a hug will save the world. Whereas I do believe that simple human contact in the form of a hug holds extraordinary power, I am not stupid enough to believe that the path to Peace is so simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The world is a mess, that is plain to see. It has been a mess since WWI, or more correctly it has been a modern mess since European powers began building empires. Natural balances were upset, and our own modern us-against-them worldview was created, perpetuated and set in stone. I won't pretend to understand all the nuances, but in a general sense this is my opinion. I am not trying to discuss the causes however, simply the effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What we now live in is a world full of countries that willingly commit evil now in order to save later. How much suffering has been committed in the name of a better tomorrow? Every country seems to focus so much on what is going on outside of its borders, what their neighbours are doing. They build better defenses, more weapons, a larger army. All in the name of protecting what is theirs and securing safety for their people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But to what end? Certainly not to the welfare of their people. Poverty, homelessness, healthcare, civil rights, etc... are all neglected and/or violated in the pursuit of a future safety. Are they any safer? Not in any meaningful way that I or many other people can see. Violence begets violence. It is a notion as old as the hills, and yet we as reasoning and intelligent beings completely ignore the evidence that is plainly in front of our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And where is religion in all this? Generally speaking, totally in concord with the needs of the state, since it is their survival that is also being secured. Once a religion gets into the business of sanctioning killing and violence or even ignoring that is happening, it sacrifices everything it stands for. It is Thich Nhat Hanh that said if given the choice between Buddhism or peace, he would choose peace. To choose otherwise would be to violate everything Buddhism is and all that would remain is something called Buddhism with little meaning left to it. We are fundamentally what we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, not what we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To think we could ever live in a world without violence, without crime, without murder is totally unrealistic, and I am enough of a realist to admit this. The situation that I am challenging is when violence, crime and murder is legitimized and held up as virtuous. One cannot sacrifice what is right today, for a better tomorrow. That tomorrow will always be tainted by the evil committed to get there. The lesser of two evils is still an evil, and it is of this fundamental truth that we must always stay aware. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When a country kills the bad guys to protect itself and its people, it betrays its people and turns its back on God. Every country is always killing the bad guys. No one ever kills the good guys. When that countries religious leaders do nothing about this violence and killing, they too turn their back on God, and become nothing more than an empty tradition. They are an accomplice to the state, rather than a moral compass for its people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have also been challenged that whereas this idea of peace through non-violent action is nice, it does not speak to the work required to achieve it. Again, I will not pretend to know where to start or how to go about it, at least not yet. I will however direct anyone who cares to read more about the subject to the book "The Raft is Not the Shore" by Thich Nhat Hanh and Daniel Berrigan. Here is where you will find the ideas and notions that would form the basis of how this could be done written by two men who have done much towards peace in the world today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We may not be able to affect change on a world scale today, or even tomorrow, or even in our lifetime. But we can change ourselves, to embody peace, harmony and love towards all things. This transformation will affect those around us, and as they transform it will affect those around them, and so on and so on. This is the only way true lasting peace will ever be attained, one person at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But what we can do today, what we are morally obligated to do in the name of humankind, is to not standby mutely as our country sanctions violence and killing in our name. Vote for the persons that will lobby in the name of peaceful non-violent action. Write to the persons who hold power who do sanction it and tell them how you feel. When the topic comes up amongst friends, speak your mind. Violence and killing will never buy us a better tomorrow. It will only give us more of the same suffering, it is a self-perpetuating cycle. By doing nothing, no matter how small, we sanction the killing, and we are as much responsible for it as the state that orders the soldiers to pull the triggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116413582374980117?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116413582374980117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116413582374980117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116413582374980117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116413582374980117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-peace-is-not-naive-concept-as-per.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116361803312274016</id><published>2006-11-15T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:14:28.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Refutation of the Necessity of War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is a topic that's been bugging me for awhile, but I did not want to tackle it until I had sufficiently explored the topic. After much contemplation and meditation, I have come to the following conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Any argument that supports the necessity of war is groundless and infinitely destructive to any and all efforts towards Peace in the world today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You cannot fight fire with fire, evil begets evil, make love not war, etc... You could go on for hours pulling out all the spiritual and peace-inspired platitudes. People love them, they feel inspired by them, they are moved by them. Religious folks spout them and spiritual folks wear them on their sleeves. They are idealistic thoughts that are part of a grander movement dreamt, created and activated by brave and courageous people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But they are all flawed. Peace is not going to happen overnight. It will not be inspired by any one person or result from some calamatous event that momentarily pulled a people together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Peace is a change that must occur within ones heart and soul, it is a shifting of ones notions and understandings, of the basics of how an individual interacts with the world at large and the other people one shares it with. Peace is every step. Any movement towards a lasting world peace must happen one individual at a time. There is no other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But there are still people that argue that war is necessary in certain circumstances. These are good people, loving people. But this notion this is grossly false. Violence and death are not answers. Ever. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So now your thinking of all the extreme examples you can think of. What if a people is being persecuted and hunted down to extinction? What if there human rights are being abused? What if they are murduring babies? And so and so on. Look at Iraq. Did armed conflict work there? How about Afghanistan? Vietnam? Korea? Shall I go on? When are we going to learn from our mistakes as a human race? And when are people going to see that history of mistakes and start holding their governments accountable, rather than swallowing the propaganda sprayed across their TV screens hook, line and sinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I know of a few individuals, brothers of mine in the Gnostic tradition, who will argue the necessity of war. As prospective priests in a tradition founded upon the teachings of Jesus, I am at a loss to understand how they are able to justify this obvious hypocrisy. One of Jesus' most famous quotes in the one that tells us that when our enemy strikes our cheek, that we should turn and offer him the other. How as ambassador's of a tradition that expounds harmony, peace, love and enlightenment possibly explain away or justify the harbouring of such violent notions of justifiable war? How damaging would a priest that teaches such a notion to spiritual travellers in their care be? I have and do challenge these brothers to contemplate and meditate on this misheld notions. The idea of Jesus now or then, supporting justifiable war is laughable. So how can we as would-be priests in a Christian tradition support it? It's simple. We can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So where does this idea of justifiable killing and violence come from? I would posit that it derives directly from our western us vs. them, either/or worldview. When we view a conflict, say the recent Hezbollah vs. Israeli war, westerners tend to choose sides. Since both sides believe that they are in the right, it is up to us to view the facts and decide who is on the side of justification. The problem is that unless you are wearing blinders or are just being willfully ignorant of the circumstances, any reasonable human being cannot say that either one is right, nor can they definitively say that either side was wrong. I'm not going to get into the details here, but suffice it to say that this winner/loser worldview is not going to get us anywhere. It is not either/or, it is both/and. Boths sides were right and wrong within the precepts of this faulty and destructive worldview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So where does the western viewpoint take us? It takes us down the path of choosing a side and seeing through the necessary measures to ensure a victory or a satisfactory resolution. Isn't it George W. who keeps saying "we have to stay the course"? Does this work? Perhaps for politicians and leaders and perhaps even for the viewers who are safe and snug at home in the living room watching horribly biased news programs on the 52" Plasma TV they bought at Best Buy. Care to ask the people whose homes are being destroyed and loved one are being killed? Do you think they give a crap who's right or wrong? Nope, you can bet your ass they only care about getting the bombs to stop falling. They don't have the luxury of caring about right or wrong. They can only see life or death. It is up to us to us to live this suffering with them through our compassion. We are all one, what happens to the least of us, happens to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There are peaceful solutions to any conflict. Ghandi showed us this, amongst others. And as Jesus goes on to say, if a someone asks for your shirt, give them your coat. If all that matters is the welfare of every human the Earth, then giving over a few hundred acres of land you don't really "own" to save them the pain and suffering of war is a reasonable, no...a necessary step. Israel took land given to them by the British that was not theirs in the first place. Britians imperialistic ambitions were misplaced and caused a great deal of suffering. The arming of many sides by the US has deepened the problem. And so on and so on. The situations are complicated, the history twisted and mired in hate, prejudice and self-interest. None of it matters, the past is an illusion, it only exists in our minds. All we have is NOW, and we need to start choosing the course of peace regardless of what it means to our past. The lives of innocents demands no less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But then, you are thinking, you are just giving into their unreasonable demands! Where would that lead, you say! It is a difficult thing to see, all but impossible unless we begin to change our world view. The Earth is our home and human beings are one people. We will never know peace until we begin to erase the lines of race and country. What do borders matter when compared to the health and happiness of each individual? Sure armed agressors should be opposed, but sending in a bunch of our guys with bigger guns has proven time and time again not to be the answer. There are other ways, and we as individuals must have the courage and the insight and the conviction to choose them, and to demand that our countries leaders choose them as well. Rather than allowing politicians to lead us, we must guide them in choosing what we want and we need to make these wants clear. They are not kings and queens, they are not omnipotent gods. They are people like you and me, and they make mistakes you can be sure, and are not doing much if anything altruistically. You can bet every decision is made with a healthy does of self-interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But all of it must start within the individual heart. Peace is every step. It is every heart that turns towards love over hate, joy over right, compassion over ownership. Take a look at your views. Are they valid? Are they yours, or are they just what you have been taught? Are they a product of your countries political propoganda or are they convictions you hold tightly in your heart? And will they begin to create a world that you would want for your children and your grand-children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I know where I stand. Where do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116361803312274016?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116361803312274016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116361803312274016' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116361803312274016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116361803312274016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/refutation-of-necessity-of-war-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116361060467944940</id><published>2006-11-15T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:10:04.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Power of Simple Human Contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I fully intend to do this in the summer with a few friends here in Vancouver. It's just so inspiring. Peace and blessings to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;YouTube Hug Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116361060467944940?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116361060467944940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116361060467944940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116361060467944940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116361060467944940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/power-of-simple-human-contact-i-fully.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116286980711801697</id><published>2006-11-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:25:44.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is There Really a Human Race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is there really a human race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is it going on now all over the place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When did it start? Who said, "Ready, Set, Go"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Did it start on my birthday? I really must know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do I warm up and stretch? Do I practice and train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do I get my own coach? Do I get my own lane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do I race in the snow? Do I race in a twister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am I racing my friends? Am I racing my sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If the race is a relay, is Dad on my team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And his dad and his dad? You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is the race like a loop or an obstacle course?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am I a jockey, or am I a horse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is there pushing and shoving to get to the lead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If the race is unfair, will I succeed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do some of us win? Do some of us lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is winning or losing something I choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Why am I racing? What am I winning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Does all of my running keep the world spinning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If I get off track when I take the wrong turn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do I make my way back from mistakes? Do I learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is it a sprint? A dash to the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am I aware of the time that I spend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And why do I do it, this zillion-yard dash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If we don't help each other, we're all going to crash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sometimes it's better not to go fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There are beautiful sights to be seen when you're last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Shouldn't it be that you just try your best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And that's more important than beating the rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Shouldn't it be looking back at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that you judge your own race by the help that you lend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, take what's inside you and make big, bold choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And for those who can't speak speak for themselves, use bold voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And make friends and love well, bring art to this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And make the world better for the whole human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Children's book I read my daughter by Jamie Lee Curtis &amp;amp; Laura Cornell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116286980711801697?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116286980711801697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116286980711801697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116286980711801697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116286980711801697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-there-really-human-race-is-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116242245345148436</id><published>2006-11-01T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:23:50.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnosis vs. Christhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It occurred to me the other day that one does not necessarily result in the other. Allow me to explain my thought process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnosis can be defined in any number of ways since the experience is largely undefineable. Suffice it to say that Gnosis is experiential knowledge of the Universe and a recognition of our own identity as the universal "I".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have heard many of my teachers and learned folks on the internet state that Gnosis initially is an experience that occurs and then passes. It takes a lot of work and dedication for this experience to become a constant state of being for someone. Buddhists would equate this to "cessation" or the total lack of suffering. Only the most advanced attain this level of consciousness on a mostly permanent basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To become a Christ, one must awaken to our actual identity as a consciousness witnessing the life of this physical being we appear to be. This is not to say that it is becoming only a spiritual being to the detriment of the physical being, but instead a harmonizing of these two seemingly opposing perspectives. It is both/and instead of the either/or. As a Christ, you are aware of life as the physical being experiencing the miracle life and at the same time being aware of being a consciousness witnessing these experiences. They are two ends of the same pole and must be embraced together rather than separately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So when does someone become a Christ? Is it in the first experience of Gnosis or once cessation is achieved or somewhere along the way. I would posit that the Budhhist concept of cessation is identical to the Gnostic concept of becoming a Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So if this is indeed the case, than Gnosis is not the end goal of any practicing Gnostic. Is only the first step to a larger state of being. Sort of like how all 12 years of Math is only the basis one must have to start the entry level Calculus in University. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In this way, experience does not instantly transform one into a higher state of being. It is simply a finger pointing at the moon. It seems to me then, that many Gnostics, myself included, have been confusing the finger with the moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116242245345148436?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116242245345148436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116242245345148436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116242245345148436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116242245345148436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/gnosis-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116224442703475119</id><published>2006-10-30T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:40:27.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Iraneus quotes Valentinus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect redemption is the cognition itself of the ineffable greatness: for since       through ignorance came about the defect . . . the whole system springing from ignorance is       dissolved in Gnosis. Therefore Gnosis is the redemption of the inner man; and it is not of       the body, for the body is corruptible; nor is it psychical, for even the soul is a product       of the defect and it is a lodging to the spirit: pneumatic (spiritual) therefore also must       be redemption itself. Through Gnosis, then, is redeemed the inner, spiritual man: so that       to us suffices the Gnosis of universal being: and this is the true redemption. (&lt;a href="http://www.gnosis.org/library/advh1.htm"&gt;Adv. Haer. I. 21,4&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116224442703475119?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116224442703475119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116224442703475119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116224442703475119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116224442703475119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/thought-iraneus-quotes-valentinus.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116223639332675767</id><published>2006-10-30T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:26:33.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MP3 for the Techie Priest&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/5r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/320/5r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A must have in my books!  And it will go so well with the black drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.gizmodo.com/gadgets/gadgets/saint-b-mp3-sorry-god-210896.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116223639332675767?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116223639332675767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116223639332675767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116223639332675767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116223639332675767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/mp3-for-techie-priest-must-have-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116172788401429992</id><published>2006-10-24T11:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:12:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take the Next Step...I Dare You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am delighted that the teachings of oneness are becoming increasingly popular. But as I travel around performing my ‘stand-up philosophy’ shows, I encounter some profound misunderstandings. I often hear people say that life is some sort of inconsequential illusion, that the personal is the problem and the ego is the enemy, that there is nothing to be done, because nothing really matters. I want to suggest that to become conscious of oneness we don't need to reject separateness, but to celebrate our individuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Waking up is not a state of disembodied ‘enlightenment’. It is an ecstatic state of individual ‘enlivenment’! It is living as the one appearing to be someone. Our individual identities are to be celebrated, because it is only by appearing to be separate that the one can become conscious of itself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Timothy Freke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've spent enough time now in the online sanctuary of seekers and travellers to know that so many get stuck on the first step of awakening. In their dissatisfaction with whatever spiritual path (or lack thereof) they are travelling, they search for something more. And they find it in the many streams of online spiritualism, gnostic and otherwise. They read and search and read some more and they come to some startling, and seemingly revolutionary ideas about the nature of reality and of their own identity. They embrace them in a sweeping moment of enlightenment and faith and...that's as far as they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Here is what the conclusions that many draw look like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1) We are not our physical bodies. We are spirit with a body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2) The physical world is an illusion. It is not who we ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3) At our root, our true "I", we are all one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;4) Find our way back to identifying with our spiritual "I" and we find gnosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tic tac toe, there you go. The problem is that this is an elementary understanding, with no true depth, no shape. And no praxis. How do we get there? Where do we go? Do I pray? Do I meditate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And this is the key point, this is where you need to take that next step. The next step says that I'm here. I'm me, I don't have a choice about that. You think this is all an illusion, try not eating for a few weeks. Not much of an illusion now is it? So I guess I'm going to have to make the best out of being me because from where I'm standing, the chances of me being absorbed bodily into the "One" and disappearing is rather slim. You will have to conclude then that any joining with the Oneness will have to occur in death and that will come when it comes, again no choice about that. So it would seem that you have a life to live after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So celebrate it. Your uniqueness, your individuality is an emanation of the Divine, the Universal Consciousness recognizing itself. In order for an entity to be conscious, it needs something to be conscious of, like in order for light not be darkness, needs something from which to reflect. So live, be alive, be aware of the consciousness of the divine within you, at the root of your being. This is where I am at. The physical is not an illusion, but illusory (a wise man explained this to me recently) which simply means that all the signals making their way to my senses are not all being computed by my limited little brain. I am not getting all of what reality is, and therefore my impression of it can be somewhat suspect, and should never be considered final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But there are just so many left at the first step, still totally convinced of their brilliant enlightenment, convinced that they "get it". You see them, you know who they are. They are the ones that creep around blogs, forums and chat rooms spouting such things as "We are all One" and "The world is an illusion" and other such nonsense to all questions, to all topics. Their's is a one trick pony, quickly exhausted, eternally repeating. And more often than not since they have not begun the process of circumventing the ego and learning true humility, they are superior, aloof and condenscending. Many become the hated firestarters, believing they are doing everyone a favor by shouting their truths at you, and deriding you for disagreeing with them and not understanding the truth they are telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We are precisely as we are meant to be. Is this an easy place to be? No, but it isn't meant to be. What meaning does joy have without pain, love without hate. We need the opposites to understand the depth and the importance of the positive. What is God but the uniting of all opposites in perfect harmony? And what else is gnosis but this uniting within ourselves, thereby bringing ourselves into alignment and in-sync with the divine? It is through this parallel that we catch the glimpse of the Pleroma in life that is gnosis, that saves us from the ignorance of seeing our individuality as being separate and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116172788401429992?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116172788401429992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116172788401429992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116172788401429992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116172788401429992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-next-step_116172788401429992.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116120007300854949</id><published>2006-10-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:34:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes We Lose Sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"No matter what the future of the Gnostic legacy may be, there is one thing whose future is certain, and that is gnosis itself - the direct spiritual awakening that comes, bidden or unbidden, to individuals great and small. It is not the property of any religion, though each religion tries to make it its property; it can be invited by meditation and spiritual practice, but just as often it is like the wind, "which bloweth where it listeth," arriving where it is least expected or even desired. Sought or unsought, honored or dishonored, gnosis will always be with us. It is both our birthright and the destiny to which each of us will sooner or later be called."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Excerpt from "Forbidden Faith" by Richard Smoley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Whereas I don't necessarily agree with the arguments that this excerpt is the summation of, this paragraph can and does easily stand on its own as significant and profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am aware that I am discussing an experience I have not had yet, but I can however, understand the premise of a goal that is sought for too hard. It is often the case that the harder we try, the farther we actually get from the goal. Like holding a golf club too hard or swinging with too much vigour will cause the ball to slice, we must always keep in mind the things that will lead us to gnosis. Love, compassion, purity, openness, kindness and a little dash of faith. Whereas some will come upon gnosis in a flash, as is the case of Philip K. Dick and his "pink ray", most of us will realize gnosis as a gradual reawakening to our true "I".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There is, I believe, a tangible experience waiting for us in the sacraments. As I approach the day of my baptism and initiation, I am aware that there is a distinct possibility of an "experience", a glimmer of gnosis, a feather's touch of the divine. Every part of me is looking forward to this and I can't help but anticipate it as a certain vindication of the truth of the path I have chosen, or more correctly, that chose me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I am aware too of the danger of expecting the experience. A watched pot never boils and so too will the experience elude me if I look for it too hard. So I must leave myself open to it, but not reach for it. It is a thing that is given but not taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And so to is the road to many things that are worth having in this life. Our life is a gift, one for which we should be grateful for every minute of every day. Children, health, family, friends even success are gifts, not rights. It is this sense of entitlement that keep us from appreciating the good things in our lives. It has us always looking to the future for more, for what we don't have now, totally ignorant of the fact that we already have everything we need NOW. We just need to remember, to see that which is in front our faces already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Once we can embrace this knowledge, the goal of gnosis actually loses its iconic pedestal like value. We are already happy, already content with what we have. Gnosis is like a cherry on top of the beautiful gift of life, not something that will validate my existence. I am content to let it come when it comes, neither seeking nor avoiding it, ready to embrace the moment when I re-unite with the divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Until then, my life is full enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116120007300854949?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116120007300854949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116120007300854949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116120007300854949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116120007300854949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-we-lose-sight-no-matter-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-116052235252701972</id><published>2006-10-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:19:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're All Priests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just finished one of 6 cumbersome papers required for my formation program. They centralize around ethical ministry and the role of a priest within his/her parish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It occured to me, however, that we could all be in essence priests to one another. If we are living a moral and well-intentioned life, than the goals of helping each other is lived everyday. We try to lead by example both at work to our co-workers and/or employees and at home with our children. The idea being to practice what you preach or be true to what you believe. Most people attempt to do these things everyday, even if it is not exactly by conscious intent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Granted many tend to only do this with those they like or love, and forget or ignore the people they do not know. It is something you see over and over again. A person will bend of backwards for their brother or sister, but ignore the needs of someone they pass on the street. Most choose to ignore the simple yet profound fact that all people are our brothers and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A priest then, is someone who chooses to model their lives in every moment, in every day after these ideals. They serve and make themselves available to anyone and everyone. They strive to help those in need, to be a shoulder to lean on or a sympathetic ear to another's problems. They try to live as an example of right living with honesty, integrity and spiritualness, ready to fight the good fight when called upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Does this then necessarily require the laying on of hands, of formation and ordination? No, not fundamentally. These things force/coax a person to look at every aspect of their lives and adapt them to a code of morals that they have formed during this process. It is a process that most do not do on their own, at least not completely. Also, it seems in the Western society with its importance on categories, classes and titles, that ordination (and even the outfit) lend themselves toward a certain authenticity. It is a little like, even if a woman appears pregnant, one does not comment until absolutely sure of it for fear of embarassment. Likewise, some people would not comfortably surrender their spiritual issues to a perfect stranger without the priestly distinction. It seems to say, here is one who will serve me in the name of God, with goodness and love. There is comfort in that, making a priest a stranger to no one and an aide to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In a perfect world, we would all be priests to one another. We have the capacity to do this but are without the motivation of understanding. If only the benefits were more readily understood. For myself, I find nothing more satisfying than helping another and seeing the gratitude in their eyes or even the simple act of showing a little loving kindness, knowing that I did my part to make their lives a little better if only for a moment, and through them, make the world a little brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-116052235252701972?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116052235252701972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=116052235252701972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116052235252701972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/116052235252701972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-all-priests-i-just-finished-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115989467657928321</id><published>2006-10-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:00:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I Remember Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was pleasant I seem to recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;For all those about to have children, sleep now. Be warned. 4 hours a night is not enough to survive on. Sigh. Yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I seem to remember this ending at some point. Must soldier on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sleep...oh sweet, sweet memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115989467657928321?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115989467657928321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115989467657928321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115989467657928321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115989467657928321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-remember-sleeping-it-was-pleasant-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115931552626127829</id><published>2006-09-26T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:05:26.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a Gnostic. No...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a Gnostic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well it's been 6 months since I entered this crazy little online world of soapbox speeches and know-it-alls. I have a selection of blogs I keep my eye on and even comment on from time to time, mainly my fellow AJC brethren. I learn a lot from these sites about Gnostic praxis...the active application of Gnostic values and ideals upon one's life and worldview in the pursuit of gnosis. But this is where the helpful stuff ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have joined many Yahoo! Groups and have recently left them all. I have participated in many discussion forums but no longer go to any of them. Why? Because, quite bluntly, I have #$%*! sick and tired of defending my thoughts against people have an insatiable need to make themselves feel better about their lives by putting down others. I am done with rambling soapbox speeches, rampant scripture copy/pasting and verbal diarrhea. I am most especially done with the incessant non-stop particularly vicious anti-Religion smear campaigning. So, you don't like churches. Get over it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In the past months I have heard it all. From people that insist that you can't be a Gnostic if you believe in the teachings of Jesus to people that spout that gnosis is not divine knowledge but in fact it is the logical understanding on the mathematics of the universe. You have the blithely naive that hop from one idea to the other, blindly trying to find something, anything to believe in. You have the obliquely mysterious who seem to think that the more innocuously worded their rhyming answers are, the wiser they appear. You have the dreaded firestarters, the anarchists, the atheists who don't even know what they believe, scientists, and theological philosophers who are perpetually contemplating their navel. And mixed in like so much filler are all the confused and grasping individuals who have no idea where to begin but have a deep need to explore this Gnostic path they read about in the Da Vinci Code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If it isn't 136 emails on whether Nazareth really was a place, it's 238 emails on the validity of Gnostic apostolic succession. If it isn't 356 emails on the clear and indisputable fact that all priests, Gnostic or otherwise, are just out to aggrandize themselves, it's 156 emails on colourful personal definitions of "my God" by people who are totally and blithely unaware that they are describing the God of their ego, and in no way are touching on the one true Father, the Pleroma. Uh...what's a Pleroma? Aaargh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But the granddaddy of them all is the billion and one personal definitions of what gnosis and Gnosticism "is". It seems that every Baptist dissident, perpetually guilty disillusioned Catholic, spiritually inclined atheists or religiously intrigued scientist flock to the brand spanking new banner of "Gnosticism" and claim to make it theirs. It has become a freaking buzzword, with no more content or meaning than Hoola-Hoop™ or He-Man®.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But what is IS, what GnosticISM is, is a 2000+ year old religion (gasp...I said religion) designed to enhance and support the realization of gnosis. It's simple. It doesn't have a monopoly on the concept of gnosis, but it does on the concept of Gnosticism. It's like arguing over the meaning of the word "dirt" or "jelly bean". They have clearly defined and understood meanings that have existed for hundreds, even thousands of years. Just because, in your ignorance or in popular cultures ignorance, you are unaware of what the word Gnositicism represents, that doesn't make the definition of term Gnosticism invalid. This term is unfortunately trending towards the fate of the words "gay" and "faggot". Their original ages old meanings are being distorted or even reassigned by today's popular culturists who feel it is their right and obligation to do what they want whenever they want to without regard to tradition or history as long as it suits their needs of the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But honestly? None of it matters. What others think or do have no bearing on how I live my life or how I pursue gnosis. My path is decided and steadfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just wish I could find a place where ongoing helpful discussions about everyday practices of Gnosticism, Spirituality, Paganism, and Magick happen daily and constantly. I have started a Yahoo! Group called Gnostic Ecclesia in the hopes of encouraging something like this to happen but that will take some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Argument and discord commonly lead to dissention and strife. This all leads to suffering. The point of all this is to find happiness and love. Debates are necessary within a community of folks whose goals are similar in the pursuit of a greater Work. But they are destructive between individuals who are as of yet still completely unaware of their own ignorance. I accept my ignorance, and humbly seek a path towards salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115931552626127829?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115931552626127829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115931552626127829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115931552626127829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115931552626127829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-gnostic.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115931246688419293</id><published>2006-09-26T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:05:48.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Sept%2021st%2C%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/320/Sept%2021st%2C%202006%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Welcome Little Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Jaden Derack Johnston, was born on Sept 20th, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time my wife and I have taken this journey together, and it was just as magical the second time. A life was born, right there before my eyes. And it is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a father, I am aware of the impact I will have on this little boy's life. I only hope that I can teach him to love openly, to respect indiscriminantly, and to share his life without reserve. I only hope as his example, that I am up for the task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115931246688419293?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115931246688419293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115931246688419293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115931246688419293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115931246688419293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-little-man-my-son-jaden-derack.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115871317871429569</id><published>2006-09-19T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:46:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have read in many places that the most successful people are those that have written goals. I believe writing them down makes you accountable to making those goals happen. It's sort of like a memo to the Universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My decision to join the formation program of the AJC was an impulsive one, but one that I could not deny. As the dust settles from it at home and acceptance is slowly replacing apprehension, I am thinking more and more about what I want to do with my life. Next month is my 30th birthday, and this too lends impetus to this life evaluation. Sort of breather before starting out on the next leg of this mighty marathon. I survived my teens, and learned through my twenties. I am now ready to begin my adult life with focus and vigor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I thought in that spirit, I would establish and write down my goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short Term Goals (within 2 years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Complete "Weaving the Web", an online program with oodles of credentials that will train me as a Web Developer in 7 programming languages and all current Web Standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Be ordained as a Deacon for the AJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3) Establish or help establish a viable fundraising program for the AJC and its parishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4) Volunteer with a local group to do my part to help end homelessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long Term Goals (within 6 years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Work from home as a freelance Web Developer. 6 years from now my youngest child will be full time in school, thereby eliminating any distractions cute little anklebiters create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Be ordained as a Priest for the AJC and establish a parish here in Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;3) Be prepared to begin as full-time paid clergy. The Web Developing will help pay the mortgage as a full-time side job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4) Enroll in the Vancouver School of Theology upon ordination and work towards a Doctorate in Philosophy (I will not set a end date for this goal at this time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Crazy Goal (everyone's gotta have one of these)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fundraise for and acquire space to begin and run an "End Homelessness" program. The ideas are foggy still, but the idea would be to create a temporary place for the homeless to get cleaned up, get an address, and get a job. Programs such as this exist to some extent already, but I hope that I will bring something different to the table. Before I can know what that is I will need to learn how it is done now, as addressed in my short term goal of volunteering locally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So there it is. For good or ill, this is how I see my life panning out for the next while. This will also keep me focused and will help me from adding little things in my wishy washy idealist way of wanting to do everything. Of course maintaining a healthy marriage, raising to two children and some minor home renovations are all a part of that but those are givens ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115871317871429569?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115871317871429569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115871317871429569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115871317871429569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115871317871429569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/goals-i-have-read-in-many-places-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115844345994826579</id><published>2006-09-16T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:50:59.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Growing Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a brother who is about as stuck as someone can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;He has been chewing on some childhood issues with my mother for most of his life. Sure, they are valid and he had a right to be mad, for awhile any way. But we run the risk of becoming defined by that anger if it is held onto for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Both of my parents had rough childhoods and like most parents they sought to halt the cycle with their own children. But again like most parents (myself included) you find that once you have kids this is much easier said than done. Kids test you, they push you and they force you to look at yourselves in ways you may not be prepared to. When you find yourself yelling at a 6 month old baby for crying because she is hungry, you see a side of yourself that though you may have known was there, hadn't been forced to face before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And so it was with my parents. My father absented himself and my mother set about to mold us into the people she thought we needed to be. This didn't always leave much room for us to decide for ourselves. My youngest brother was lucky. He was gifted with an easy going, logical way of looking at life, and being the youngest was able to either dodge a lot of it, or just let it pass over him. He's a good man and I am proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm the oldest and as such took much of the brunt of it, as is usually the curse of oldest children. But I had good friends and an interest in sports so I at least had an outlet for my physical aggression even if I still made it into my twenties being fairly confused about who I was. I met my wife when I was 19, and it can be said that she saved me. It wasn't easy, but I did it. I am now standing on the other side of that chasm enjoying my life, and making plans for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;But the middle one? Oh, what a mess. He didn't have any friends. He had no outlets but his poetry and his art, most of which was very dark and enabled the whole issue to multiply in on itself. So now he is 28, confused, tired, angry, sad and scared slowly drowning in his own emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;At some point in a normal persons life, the transition from child to adult happens fairly naturally, though albeit somewhat bumpily. We begin to take responsibility for ourselves and start making choices for ourselves and we learn to live with the consequences, good or bad, of those decisions. When something happens to us that derails that process, it is really hard to get back on. It is hard because not only did we not know we were on a track to begin with, but we have not yet developed the tools to get ourselves back there. So we fumble our way forward, confused and angry, lashing out at any perceived threat and disbelieving in happiness, a shiny object not to be trusted. Nothing feels right, we are not on our track. No matter what we do, not matter how we succeed or fail, we are not on our track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;So to find your track again, you need help. But asking people for help, requires trust, which in turn requires love and for most in this situation, this is virtually impossible. We are, most of us, habitually cruel to ourselves even if only in small ways. We suffer from doubt, from feelings of unworthiness, of self imposed lonliness, of imagined slights. We learn to content ourselves with very little, feeling that this is all we deserve or that this is all there is, as good as it gets. To step out of that small space is to step into the unknown. If we only knew that that fear of the unknown is so easily conquered, and is by far preferable to that small space of not-living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And thus is the precipice on which my brother stands. My mother has done all he asked of her. I have provided all the advice and help that has been asked of me. And still he chooses to hold on to the anger and the spite. Still he lashes out, imposing his controls and putting those around him down, belittling them, just to feel superior for a few fleeting moments. To give himself the illusion of worth and of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help someone who does not want to be helped. To reach out your hand for help, to put your faith in trust is a right of passage, a way of proving to yourself that you are worth the aid you are asking for. It is the first step to learning to help yourself, and learning to open yourself up to the goodness that exists in all people all around us. It is the first step to getting yourself back on your tracks and to living the life you were meant to live. It is the first step of letting go of childish things and growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is never too late to do this but it can become too hard, too overwhelming as we leave it for too long. We only have so much strength to pull ourselves up off our knees. At some point we need to grow up, to open our eyes and see the truth that is before them, and to again accept responsibility for our choices. To choose to stand in the light, instead in the darkness we create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are in my prayers, my beloved brother. May you find your way to us again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115844345994826579?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115844345994826579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115844345994826579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115844345994826579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115844345994826579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/growing-up-i-have-brother-who-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115821358466200961</id><published>2006-09-13T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:01:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnosis = Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Something has slowly been dawning on me over the past few weeks, forcing me to re-evaluate what I thought I had learned so far. This is something I expect to do for some time to come. Bear with me here as I am articulating this as I go for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To have knowledge of something is to have experiential understanding of something. If I haven't experienced it, then it is simply fact, data. Facts and data or touchy because since I don't know first hand, I take that fact as true on faith. If the fact is wrong, then I am wrong by default.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If this is true, then I have to discard almost everything I thought I knew, which doesn't leave me with a whole heck of a lot. As I move towards gnosis, and re-evaluate my understanding of my existence and what/who I am, this process will continue until I am left with nothing since what little I do know belongs to this world of forms, not to the ultimate Reality where my spirit/consciousness resides. Where I truly am. This would mean to me that gnosis ultimately leads to ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But ignorance of what? Facts and data? No, I have lots of those and will continue to gain and discard this as I move along. Ignorance means literally "not knowing". Gnosis therefore leads to the understanding that I don't KNOW anything of Reality in the experiential sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But once gnosis is realized, what do I gain? Experiential knowledge of the Divine is the text book answer, but what does that mean? Will all the truths of Reality suddenly come clear? Will I suddenly comprehend the true history of Christ? Will I suddenly speak 5 languages and know he square root of 1? Of course not, but then what knowledge am I gaining?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then it occured to me that I am using the wrong definition of knowledge. Gnosis translates as knowledge in the only sense we have for the word in English, but it actually means another kind of knowledge altogether, something we don't have a word for. It is an understanding of the nature of my relationship with the Divine. A communion of sorts between the Divine and my Self. These seem to me to be more feelings that intellectual knowledge and would be almost impossible to impart to another. This experience, this knowledge of the Divine nature of Reality, is truly inexpressable. Which is why it cannot be bestowed or granted. It must be found. I cannot learn it in a book. To find it I must unlearn everything until I find the very basis of who I AM. As Rev. Scott put it, we need to break ourselves down to our elements, analyze them, and re-integrate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have just begun reading the Pilgrimage, which is required reading for my 2nd assignment. In it, I have learned in the first couple of chapters that if we focus too hard on the goal, we miss the details of the journey. We miss what the experiences along that journey will teach us about ourselves. And to do this is to defeat oneself before you have even started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It is clear to me that gnosis will not be mine until I truly Know My Self. Perhaps gnosis then is a gradual awakening to my Self, a remembering of what I am, rather than a blinding ephiphany that blind sides me on 2pm on some idle Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Perhaps it is not the reward at the end of a rigorous obstacle course, but the obstacle course itself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115821358466200961?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115821358466200961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115821358466200961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115821358466200961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115821358466200961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/gnosis-ignorance-something-has-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115778244198276899</id><published>2006-09-08T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:01:13.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I Had a Dream Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I dreamt of a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I once had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I knew joy, tasted love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I felt pain, betrayal was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I knew contentment, breathed potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I caused disfunction, felt loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bitterness with sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stormy sky full of gentle whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Promising, always promising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;For tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I had a dream once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Soft yellow flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fragrant on a summer day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smelled of a child's hair, bright as her laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cool breeze soft against my cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Falling leaves, bright against the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rustling, full of hidden secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Whiteness and rainy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Idle and content, slumbering waiting soon to be a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Buds and birdsong, renewal and rebirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Promises fulfilled as Nature takes her turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cycles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I saw a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Felt its strength, drank of its wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I knew peace and drifted in its placid permanence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rooted firmly in the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Branches reaching towards the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I had a dream once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I saw the face of my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was light and it was blinding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Love was his gift, patience was his demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I knew my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;She was darkness and it was silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Patience was her gift, wisdom was her nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I had a dream once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Knowledge was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Out of reach, then close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Soft as a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fluttering with the breath of my understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;One is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;All is whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A beginning without end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;An end that only started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I had a dream once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I'm almost awake now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And it is more than I can encompass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115778244198276899?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115778244198276899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115778244198276899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115778244198276899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115778244198276899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-dream-once-i-dreamt-of-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115769241880718296</id><published>2006-09-07T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:00:55.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My Ministry, My Vocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last night I participated in a cozy little online chat with my +Bishop and two of my brothers in Formation. I cannot tell you how intimidating I find these sessions. I have felt for some time, right from the beginning, that I am their Peter. The least of them all. Why? Well that's a longer story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rather than to dive back into my sad little story, suffice it to say I was not exactly encouraged to have much self confidence. In some areas of my life I exceled and in others I failed miserably.  In the areas I exceled in and felt the most confidence there was one thing in common. There was only me. I did not have to interact or express myself to anyone else. I could live in my own head. When forced to confront or deal with someone else, my sense of inadequacy reared its awful head and I retreated, tail firmly between legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Things have changed over the years. A strong loving wife and the unquestioning love a 2 year old are definitely contributing factors. I have matured emotionally as well, either through active correction or just because it happens with age I am not really sure. Regardless my control has improved and I'm a little easier to be around. I lucked out with a good therapist, though it is usually me just talking to a willing if silent listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I still struggle with self confidence in areas that I feel most vulnerable. Religion, my art (when being gifted or done for others), my feelings. Within my formation group there are some great minds. Some eloquent people, some passionate articulate people. There are decades of scholarship and minds well suited to debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am I saying that I won't/can't measure up? No, I know my abilities and my gifts. I know that this is the path I was made for. It's just like when you approach a girl you like for the first time, your tongue starts doing some interesting things and the most ridiculous stuff start popping out of your mouth. My lack of confidence in the face of equals or betters gets the best of me. I can and will get over it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So what is the point of this post? Well, I started this by feeling like I needed to catch up. That I had all this stuff to learn: history, philosophy, theory. But as I was riding home on the bus today, surrounded by great souls and children of Light, I remembered what my sensei used to tell us about sparring opponents. If you brace yourself for the coming blows, or if you have several possible moves in your mind all at once, when the attack comes you will hesitate, you will be too slow. If you are relaxed, ready to react and let your body do what it knows to do, you will win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And so it is with my gifts. The truth is inside us. I must simply be still and live within the moment and it will be clear. What is in front of my face will be revealed to me. If I relax, my spirit will do what it already knows how to do. Remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am a passable scholar. I enjoy facts and stories and retain them. But details? Bah, only so much room in the grey matter. Debate? I can hold my own, but I tend to let others have their views and try to learn something from it. But what I am good at is empathy. I help, I listen, I feel. It is why I applied to the group in the first place. As a priest, I can be in a position to help people on a most important journey. I can listen to their struggles, offer advice based on my own experiences, and improve their lives. What better task can one set for ones life? How great, how special, how humbling. That is what I can offer to this group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Too bad its so hard to do online. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115769241880718296?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115769241880718296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115769241880718296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115769241880718296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115769241880718296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-ministry-my-vocation-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115769029729424510</id><published>2006-09-07T21:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:38:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm Your Firestarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You know this individual. Every blog,  every discussion forum and every online group has at least one of them. Self-righteous. Omnipotent. Infallible. Flippant. Argumentative. Opinionated. Snide. Drunk on their own genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To argue with them is an excercise in futility. To reason with them is impossible. To attempt to out-smart them is difficult because they don't play by the rules of logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The disruption, the loss of community and the frustration they cause is immeasurable. They do and say things they wouldn't face to face, exploiting the anonymity of the online experience. They are the archons incarnate and I deny them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't argue, I don't respond. They are invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Begone firestarters. You have no power here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115769029729424510?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115769029729424510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115769029729424510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115769029729424510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115769029729424510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-your-firestarter-you-kn_115769029729424510.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115750271171540017</id><published>2006-09-05T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:37:54.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy Aniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today marks the 8th year since I linked my life to my wife, Darleane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me what it meant to believe in something, to believe in myself, and to stand up for that. She taught me what it felt like to be worth something and showed me the beauty that was in me if I had the courage to grasp for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me the happiness that can be found in everyday life. She showed me the peace that can be felt in the little things. She showed me that love isn't a lie and that it can be returned without strings. She showed me how to be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me to trust again. She helped me find myself and to set my feet on the path I was meant to walk. Today marks 8 years of learning and loving. Of sharing and experiences I wouldn't trade for anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It also marks the day she saved my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And for that I will be ever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my love, on this day of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115750271171540017?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115750271171540017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115750271171540017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115750271171540017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115750271171540017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-aniversary-today-marks-8th-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115715669724388218</id><published>2006-09-01T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:24:57.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jesus said, "... If they ask you, `What is the sign of your father within you?' say to them, `It is movement and repose.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Gospel of Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115715669724388218?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115715669724388218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115715669724388218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115715669724388218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115715669724388218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-thought-jesus-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115715651607551404</id><published>2006-09-01T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:21:56.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The goal of mankind is knowledge…Now this knowledge is inherent in man. No knowledge comes from outside: it is all inside. What we say a man "knows," should, in strict psychological language, be what he "discovers" or "unveils"; what man "learns" is really what he discovers by taking the cover off his own soul, which is a mine of infinite knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Swami Vivekananda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115715651607551404?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115715651607551404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115715651607551404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115715651607551404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115715651607551404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/thought-goal-of-mankind-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115683161146791501</id><published>2006-08-28T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:06:51.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is That the Sound of Something Clicking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Somedays I feel so tantalizingly close to an epiphany and other days so very far away. But I think I am on to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I believe the first step (and this may seem pretty obvious to some) is to make of yourself a worthy person. I believe that one must purge all anger, hatred, jealousy, envy and judgement from yourself. These are the tools of the ego and as long as you succumb to them you will remain enthralled to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I grew up mean and cruel. Plain and simple. First come first serve and if you were second, take it by force from the one that came first. Mercy is for the weak, and the weak deserve no mercy (Karate Kid in case that sounded familiar). It was a vicious downward spiral of feeling lonely and reaching out, not getting the response I was looking for, lashing out in pain and anger, getting hate rebounded back to me and sinking back into loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If I had only seen that it was all in my approach to reaching out. It was defensive and aggressive and more than a little needy. It put new people off and stank of the same 'ol same 'ol for those that knew me. But that is in the past. I know now that the pain of rejection is so much less than the pain of loneliness. My life is filling rapidly with friends, joy and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But now comes the hard part. Now the old habits need to be reformated into knew ones. When I'm not paying attention the old hard ass bastard comes out. So I force myself to humbleness and I apologize. Everytime. And you know what? I don't see the bastard too much anymore. I live in mindfullness, aware of what I am doing NOW, not worrying about tomorrow or chewing on yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now comes the hardest part. Putting myself out there. Saying hello, helping someone with their bags, making sure someone is OK, giving a smile, making them smile. Giving a part of myself to everyone I meet. Without reservation and without judgement. Stinky old man? Love you buddy, how's it going. 600lb woman? Love you sister, be well. It's easy to be nice to the pretty people or the one's more like you. The true test are the homeless, the strange, the mean looking and the punks. Once you learn to love them, you are on the road to something greater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What is that something? Not sure, but I can't wait to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Know Thy Self. That's the key and the first thing I will try to master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;PAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115683161146791501?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115683161146791501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115683161146791501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115683161146791501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115683161146791501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-that-sound-of-something-clicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115673495983744312</id><published>2006-08-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:21:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do Animals Really Have Feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The answer of course is yes. An emphatic YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I grew up on a farm raising calves and pigs. It was an innocent beginning to be sure and it wasn't until later in my life that I understood the value of knowing where my food was coming from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In today's world we get our food already portioned and nicely labelled in a plethora of package styles and materials. Our meat is already boned and skinned, all the disgusting stuff is already done for us. Our hands are not stained and we can go about forgetting where and how that chicken breast or steak made into that package. Our foods are pre-cooked and sealed in a colourful plastic bag. Just add water, and presto, dinner for 4 for the busy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But the hateful and terrible truth is there for us to see. The animals that supply the dairy and eggs we find in many of our foods suffer greatly for our convenience. Cows do not naturally produce milk 12 months out of the year. Like humans they only produce milk for their babies. So cows are constantly impregnated. What happens to calves? Veal anyone? I could go on, but you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What these animals are put through every day of their miserable existence is deplorable, inhuman and monstrous. And we support it every day. We make that possible. Hey, I won't buy a lipstick that was tested by sticking it into a fluffy bunny's eye, but chickens are just dumb birds, right? What does it matter to me if they are crammed in a tiny wire cage, with little to no room to move, while feet are chafed raw from the wires and the sky is a distant dream somewhere in the instincts of its DNA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So this weekend, I decided that I would say no. I will no longer eat non-organic, non-free range dairy or eggs, not even in a chocolate bar or a piece of bread. I will no longer eat non-organic, non-free range meat (though I am stuggling with even this and may go vegetarian in the end) no matter how much I miss McDonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have heard it said that a societies morality can be measured by how it treats in animals. What does that say for our society? What does that say about us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;End the suffering. Do your part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.themeatrix.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Meatrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.themeatrix2.com"&gt;The Meatrix 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.chooseveg.com"&gt;ChooseVeg.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115673495983744312?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115673495983744312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115673495983744312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115673495983744312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115673495983744312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-animals-really-have-feelings-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115618722162529781</id><published>2006-08-21T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:14:26.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/100_1986.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/320/100_1986.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You That Makes Me a Better Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You of blue eyes, wild hair and mischevious smile are the catalyst of my transformation. It is for you that I endeavour to cast off the chains of my past and to heal the scars of what was done to me. It is for your future that I seek to rectify my past and to dream of my future, that I strive to find some peace for the little boy no one heard. It is for you that I walk now on this higher road, trying to find a nobler way of life so that you can be proud and so that you do not waste so much of your life trying to remember what you are.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You of bright spirit and stubborn independance are the miracle of life that has shone into the darkest corners of my being. It is for you that I go there, broom in hand, to sweep out the dust and cobwebs and garbage of my experiences. To reclaim the joy that was there and the innoncence that I lost. It is for you that I throw open the shutters of my heart and learn to love again. So that I may be an example to you that even through the pain of our tears it is possible to love and to find forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You of gentleness and innocent wisdom are the impetus with which I reach for God. To find my true Self is the gnosis of His light and to show you how it was supposed to be. To teach you the difference between illusion and truth and to hold your hand and walk with you as you discover your own truths, and to let you go when it is time. It is for you that I make of myself a safe harbour for you to rest, where you can find calmness, compassion, love and understanding. It is for you that I spread this message to those I meet and to those I share my life with. To do my small part to make this a better world for you and your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You of precious joy, how I love you. How you make me a better man just by existing. Bless you for showing me the way. Oh God bless you, little one, my princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115618722162529781?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115618722162529781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115618722162529781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115618722162529781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115618722162529781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-that-makes-me-better-man-you-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115568635673597904</id><published>2006-08-15T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:59:16.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/michael_satan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/400/michael_satan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What is "Evil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I define Evil as an act commited by an individual or a group of individuals that is not in accordance or in the best interests of Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many will say "I don't believe in Evil". Evil as a concept can be taken in many ways. When I refer to evil, I am not referring to the Darth Vader kind of evil. I mean the residue that taints our world with every act that countermands the nature of Creation, of this World of Forms. With every rape, murder, war, coarse word, racist comment. With every child that is exploited and every animal that is beaten, our world becomes a little less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we commit an act that runs against the nature of Creation we commit Evil. Don't get caught up in labels, they are not in and of themselves a bad thing. They make debates such as this possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I beat my child for spilling her drink in the car, I commit Evil. It is my job as a father to nurture her growth and to help her learn and grow into who she is meant to be. Do I perform this basic function by inflicting pain on her for a simple mistake? No, absolutely not. I show no compassion or understanding for her developing little bodies lack of fine motor skills and her poor judgement that lead to the spilling of the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I help her clean it up, and kiss away her tears and show her a better way or place to drink, then I commit Good. And this adds to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man creates evil through his actions. But man can also uncreate it, through his positive actions. With every kiss, every embrace, every act of charity and every expression of compassion, our world is built back up again. Jesus showed us that Love can and will triumph. Now we just have to get there one act at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115568635673597904?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115568635673597904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115568635673597904' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115568635673597904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115568635673597904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-evil-i-define-evil-as-act.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115558810397810717</id><published>2006-08-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:41:43.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moods are Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I will chalk it up to the unfathomable incomprehensibility of the human mind and ego. One day you are walking on air, the next day sunk into depression. What gives? Nothing happened between now and then, I just woke up that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What was God thinking when he designed and imagined the rat's nest of synaptic cross links and ooey gooey gray matter we call our minds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I be expected to find him through gnosis if I can't even master my own moods? Or is that the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115558810397810717?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115558810397810717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115558810397810717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115558810397810717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115558810397810717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/moods-are-stupid-i-will-chalk-it-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115558754024658432</id><published>2006-08-14T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:32:20.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/320/lonely.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Why Are There No Gnostics in Vancouver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I lack the eloquence to describe my unbelievable frustration at the complete and utter lack of a gnostic presence here in Vancouver, the supposed best place on Earth to live (2 years in a row).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is absolutely nothing. No churches, no meet groups, no communities, and seemingly no interest. You would think with such a culturally diverse environment, religious diversity and curiousity wouldn't be hard to find. But it seems the exact opposite is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Father Jordan is a short hop away in Victoria, but for those that understand the regional mentalities of the area, for a Vancouverite to go to the Island is like travelling to the moon (and almost as expensive!). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can only believe that perseverence and prayer will help me find the pocket I know is out there. It just doesn't have any web presence and therefore no easy way to find it. Maybe when I do, I can design them a website ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115558754024658432?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115558754024658432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115558754024658432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115558754024658432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115558754024658432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-are-there-no-gnostics-in-vancouver.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115553491993871186</id><published>2006-08-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:00:22.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/eucharit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/320/eucharit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My First Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I went to my first mass today, or at least the first mass where I had a clear idea of why I was going rather than hoping vainly for some God-inspired epiphany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I went to a little Anglican Church up the way by the name of St. Barnabas. I live in New Westminster, which is the original capital of BC and ripe with some of the most gorgeous turn of the century homes you have ever seen. Heritage is a big part of what my town is about and St.Barnabas is no exception. The building is over 100 years old, built in 1891, with an olden time simpler life feel inside. Very peaceful and quite unexpectedly beautiful with many stained glassed windows you can't see through the wire caging from the outside. It is also one of 7 parishes that are allowed to give blessings to same-sex unions within the New Westminster Diocese. The fate of the remaining parishes will be decided on during some big pow-wow to be held in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The mass was presided over by a female pastor, her name escapes me please forgive, and she was wonderful. Quietly comfortable and eloquent, she presided over the service with a calm confidence. I was blessed to have come on a day where two children were being baptized. It was a happy occasion and the mood in the church was bright and celebratory, if a little noisy ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I accepted the Eucharist for the first time. Whereas I didn't received a blinding flash of divine awareness, I did feel "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;". I am beginning to understand the purpose of ritual and the meaning behind this most mysterious of the sacraments. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt;" will have to be enough though and that's not so bad a place to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I left feeling replenished and at peace. I will be back as often as I can. Two small children don't always leave Sunday mornings open but my wife is being very supportive and it is only an hour and well worth whatever bargain I have to make with her to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to envision what it would be like to be the priest presiding over a congregation. I could feel what it might be like to serve a group of individuals like the one that was gathered there to today. To have them look to you for guidance and for wisdom and to share their love and trust with you is a wonder. I was overcome by a feeling of humbleness and by a renewed certainty that to serve in the name of God my fellow human beings was the path I was here to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115553491993871186?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115553491993871186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115553491993871186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115553491993871186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115553491993871186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-mass-i-went-to-my-first-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115446126595371447</id><published>2006-08-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:42:33.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A Lesson From an Angry Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I began my day as usual today and was arriving at the Skytrain station when I was greeted by the acrid stench of cigarette smoke. There was a crusty older guy smoking his way up the escalator onto the platform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I approached him on the miniscule off-chance that he didn't know that he wasn't allowed to smoke there. My polite "Excuse me but you're not allowed to smoke up here" was met with his "I don't really give a fuck".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well I wasn't really expecting any other response from him but had felt obligated to at least try. I said "Ah, ignorance first thing in the morning. My favorite" to which he replied "Mind you own fucking business". At this point I should have stopped but my blood was going at this point (probably his intention) so I said "It is my business because I have to smell it". He replied with some more swearing (I stopped listening at this point) and took a few steps towards me. The train had arrived so I grimaced at him in disgust, waved my hand at him and entered the car his wasn't going to be in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, at this point I was pretty angry, being sweared at by someone at 7am tends to do that. But since I wasn't expecting anything other than what I got, I began to wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I was upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The answer was fairly quick in coming. My ego was having trouble with letting him win. It wanted to yell at him and indulge in the same sort of ignorant animalistic behaviour he was. I wanted to bump chests and throw a punch, anything but let him continue to smoke while I walked away. Having recognized this, it was easy to see that he wasn't really winning, since his base morally corrupt existence was only perpetuated by this display of do-whatever-the-hell-I-want behaviour. Either that or he was just having a bad day but something told me that this was this guy's MO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I was still pissed. I couldn't find the other side of his story and through it find my compassion for him. I couldn't find a way to let it go. It haunted me all the way to the gym and throughout my workout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But as I was walking back down to the bus stop to finish my trip to work I looked up. The street I was on was lined with big tall trees with widespread branches that created a vibrant green canopy over me. The wind was blowing and the leaves were rustling and I was again reminded on the beauty that surrounds us. Nature was singing to me with her soft voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And then I found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Careful to not make judgements, I realized that he was most likely an angry man, as I once was. And angry men are really just frightened men who decide that the best defense is an offense. Any confrontation, any contradiction must be met head on with force and abuse. It is how he sees the world had always dealt with him. He is lost in a world he doesn't understand with no way of finding help and no ability to accept a better way. Been there, done that. Through my similar experiences and my own self discovery I could begin to see what would drive him to behave this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And so I let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Artistic%20leaves-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/400/Artistic%20leaves-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115446126595371447?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115446126595371447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115446126595371447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115446126595371447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115446126595371447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/08/lesson-from-angry-man-i-began-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115439200883168328</id><published>2006-07-31T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:27:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gnostic 20 Questions: An Exercise in Thoughtfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Father Jordan posed these questions to any readers willing to answer them, with the possibility of the answers being included in his forthcoming book. I thought I would post them here as well for my own edification:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1) What's the difference between gnosis and Gnosticism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnosticism simply refers to the group of intrepid individuals who search for the truth and for awareness of God within, by whatever means or paths are at hand. Gnosis is the realization OF that awareness. Many today, especially in our post-DVC world, use the word Gnosticism as a label to use against anyone with the audacity to question the validity of the New Testament or Christian history or who don't swim with the school so to speak. Be they I mean, atheists, agnostics, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2) Is Gnosticism a distinct religion, an approach to religion, or a sect within another religion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;All of the above. It is a distinct religious movement with the goal of helping its fellow humans to recognize the Divine within, to be resurrected in life, and to attain Gnosis and salvation from ignorance. It is also an approach to existing religions, in the sense of viewing religious gospels and scriptures as allegorical myths that point to a greater revelation. They are also sects within other religions that follow a more mystic approach or view their literalist brethren as initiates into a greater Mystery, i.e. Kabala vs. Judaism, etc... (the other examples escape me at this moment!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3) As a Gnostic, have you achieved gnosis? What is your experience of gnosis? If gnosis is "knowledge" of the Divine, do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;No, I have not achieved gnosis per say, but the experience of God's love is beginning to creep into my daily awareness as well as my meditation practices. I believe however, that once one attains gnosis, it is not a belief in God that ensues (belief is implied since one would not look for gnosis otherwise) but a knowledge of God. There is a difference. Belief implies faith, knowledge implies certainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;4) How do you express your Gnosticism in your daily life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;With a expressed compassion for my fellow humans. If someone upsets me, I search for why they would have done that which upset me rather than dwell on being upset. I live more mindfully, aware of the beauty that is around me and the greater purpose for existing. The material holds no attraction for me, or at least when faced with a great pair of shoes, I would buy them out of appreciation for their intrinsic coolness rather than what other people thought of them or how they would make me appear to others. And certainly only if I had the cash! Credit Cards are hateful life-controlling little suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;5) I think I'm a Gnostic! What do I do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Run the other way! Once you take the blue pill, there is no turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;6) If the sacraments don't lead to gnosis, automatically or even eventually, what's the role / need for the sacraments in Gnosticism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;They prepare the mind and temper the spirit. Through these rituals and their symbols we hope to inspire and move or higher self towards the unknown. It is similar to art or poetry which try and convey a deeper meaning through it's imagery or words. Also ritual repetition breeds familiarity and with it a recognition of its purpose. Like when you first learn to perform a proper jump shot rather than lob up a granny shot. Eventually you stop thinking about how to shoot and focus on the goal of getting the ball in the hoop. I hate sports analogies but it works and I'll go with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;7) Is the Demiurge real? What role does having the Demiurge or Archons in your world-view play? Is an evil god the cause of evil in the world? Does this evil god create earthquakes and tsunamis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Demiurge is a metaphor for our ego, the Archons a metaphor for our senses. To believe in him as an actual entity is to fall prey to the same literalist views that most modern day Christians are afflicted with (it is a necessary starting point but hardly the final stop in the overall journey). The characters themselves remind me of my own human failings, and with that recognition, gives me the strength and power to attempt to overcome them. To use the term evil is to again fall into the literalist tendency to paint things black and white. Evil is a matter of perspective, one side always labels the other side evil and their side good, and vice versa. To blame an evil God for the evilness in our world is to excuse us of our responsibility in that evil. The evilness is in man's inherent animal nature and our unenlightened state. As to natural disasters, I firmly believe that man's raping of Mother Nature both in deed and in spirit is what causes these "natural disasters". Our reality is one that we have built with our shared consciousness, is it so implausible that that shared consciousness could affect it on that kind of scale? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;8) What's the difference between Gnosticism and "mainstream" Christianity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mainstream Christians are literalists that view their scriptures as historical fact. God is the big cheese sitting in heaven ruling our every move and judging our every action. They view a life well lived to be rewarded with a free pass to heaven. Make a mistake and you go to hell. Don't believe in God, go to hell. There is little thought put into the beliefs and less contemplation in what that means to them as an individual. Gnostics on the other hand view all knowledge as sacred and worth knowing. They will seek wisdom in any teachings regardless of what "religion" it came from. What is important is the journey, not the goal. They view scripture as allegorical myths that hide secret truths that need to teased out of their under-meanings through contemplation and meditation. To them God is a Big Mind that encompasses the universe, unknowable and ineffable, who gains consciousness through the consciousness of the beings within that universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;9) What role does the concept of sin play in Gnosticism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;None whatsoever. We learn, we adapt, we grow. To err is to be human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;10) If it's gnosis that saves, what is the role of faith? If gnosis is necessary for salvation, are non-Gnostics saved? Saved from what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnosis saves us from ignorance. One must have faith to begin the journey that their is something towards which we travel. When one reaches that goal, one ceases to have faith and begins to have knowledge. We are all saved in the sense of returning to God when we die since we never left Him in the first place. Gnosis only gives us the opportunity to know God and His love in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;11) What is the role of the Divine Feminine in Gnosticism? Why are some attracted by this idea, while others are repelled? Is Sophia a Goddess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Divine Feminine plays a few parts. She represents the nurturing compassionate side of God, the creator. To incorporate her into Gnosticism is simply a restoration of the whole picture rather than the stunted one sided viewpoint of most religions of today. She also represents one half of our selves, to make the male and female one is to transform ourselves into a whole human. For those that are repelled by this idea, that is understandable. Religion has been male dominated for 2000 years, it is a new and radical idea and would take some time to get used to however natural it actually is. Sophia is simply one more aspect of God, as is the Son or Logos, they are all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;12) Why do you think orthodox Christianity is still threatened by the message of Gnosticism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnostics deal in grey rather than black and white. They are the searchers and the knowers. We are often afraid of what we do not understand and to the Orthodox Christians, Gnostics gleefully search for and embrace that which was unknown. For the average Christian, there is a great satisfaction in a little book having all they will ever need to know all wrapped up in a nicely wrapped package. To face the fact that it isn't is too terrifying for most to deal with. It a sense, a Gnostic represents a realization of that fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;13) If you admit there is not one, continuous, unbroken Gnostic church throughout history, how is Gnosticism not a "revival" religion, or a kind of "dress up"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnosticism is more than a movement or a belief system. It is a way of looking at the world, of knowing God by knowing oneself. Because of this, it transcends the limits of tradition or religion, and becomes a way of life. Gnostics are not tied to one fount of knowledge but looks for wisdom from many avenues. It is not of one religion, but an aspect of all religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;14) How does "the occult" factor into Gnosticism? Do you practice ceremonial magic or cast spells or read tarot cards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes, I read tarot cards as a way to help my spiritual maturity evolve. The occult is there to help us attune to what our higher consciousness is trying to tell us, to make the upper like the lower and the lower like the upper. Through these tools of symbols and rituals, we can become more aware and perceive more easily what was not readily perceivable before. In this way we can become a more whole individual consciously. Is it a requirement to use the occult to aid in our attainment of gnosis? No, I don't believe so. They are tools just like meditation is also a tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;15) Do you believe in reincarnation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I did but no longer do. It is too convenient an explanation. Also, to ascribe a succession of lives to each individual is to restrict the Divine to the limitations of time, which cannot and does not exist for the Pleroma. The essence of God that abides in each of us I suppose could be understood as being reincarnated is the same fashion that a table top fountain draws from a reservoir of water, splashes it out for our enjoyment, lets it fall back into the reservoir, only to be splashed out again. But even that imposes a restriction on the Divine by saying that there is a limited amount of the Divine to draw on and so it's essence must be re-used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;16) Is Gnosticism best pursued in a specifically Gnostic organization, exclusively solo, or in a broader community (ie Unitarianism, Society of Friends, Theosophical Society?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A little of each. Within a specifically gnostic community, you get the benefit of fraternizing with like minded individuals. This sharing of ideas and learnings is invaluable to your own personal journey. Solo efforts are required as well, since in essence the path to gnosis is the path to self knowledge. No one else can do this for you or give it to you. Being a part of a broader community will expose you to differing points of view, allowing you to flesh out your own thoughts. By being challenged we can explore our thoughts more thoroughly than if everyone agreed with you all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;17) How will the growing popularity of Gnosticism affect what's happening now? How will it affect your practice and expression as a Gnostic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have to admit that I worry about it a little bit. With the power of popular culture and its ability to twist and skew what was originally pure and true, I'm not sure I want it anywhere near Gnosticism. Man's tendency to define and restrict would hinder the realization of gnosis to no end. Most of the world is not ready or even capable of understanding the path of a Gnostic and with notoriety comes infamy. I'm pretty sure most Muslims are really nice peaceful people, but turn on any American news channel and Muslims are all terrorists in training. I mean, aren't all Gnostics world-hating atheists that hold the flesh in contempt? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;18) How did you come to identify yourself as a Gnostic? Are you "out" about this identity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have always considered myself spiritual and have always quested for a path that fit for me. I have only learned of the term Gnostic and the beliefs behind it recently. And no, I am not "out" yet or at least it is not something I broadcast. Hi my name is Shawn, the Gnostic. If the discussion of religion comes up I partake with my view. What happens after that, happens. Since I don't believe I can "save" anyone, finding new recruits is not really a focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;19) To which Gnostic historical figure do you most relate (even if that person was not Gnostic per se, such as Joan of Arc)? What's the most meaningful Gnostic scripture to you personally, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If by historical figure you mean actual person, I would say John the Baptist. It's not like I know his favorite colour or what he does for fun on the weekend, but there is something about his story that touches. Having said that, as I continue my studies, new "Gnostic" figures keep coming to light so it is sort of a moving target. I so far have found the Gospel of Philip the most enlightening but I cannot say at this stage that I have read them all or fully understand the ones that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;20) What is the most important thing that Gnosticism has to offer non-Gnostics? What's the one thing you want everybody to know about Gnosticism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gnosticism offers freedom from the guilt of sin and the expectations of societies leaders. It gives you permission to be a rebel, to find your own truths your own way. It makes religion a fun and rewarding experience rather than an onerous duty you partake in to save your soul. I would want everyone to know that we are all already saved since we never left God in the first place. That we are here to find our way back to Him and that it is an exclusively personal journey. There is a tremendous freedom in that knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115439200883168328?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115439200883168328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115439200883168328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115439200883168328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115439200883168328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/gnostic-20-questions-exercise-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115325800703030537</id><published>2006-07-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:31:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You Can't Take it With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Jesus said: I tell my mysteries to those who are worthy of my mysteries. He said: There was a rich man who had much money, and who said: I will use my money that I may sow and reap and plant and fill my storehouses with fruit so that I lack nothing. This was what he thought in his heart. And that night he died. Whoever has ears, let him hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;From the Gospel of Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;As I move forward in my search for gnosis and I begin to see the world with fresh eyes, the worth of material possessions is falling away. What does a $200 pair of jeans add to my life? Will dropping $100 on dinner going to nourish my soul? Is strapping myself for $500 per month to drive the latest and greatest brand new mini-van going to make me a better father? Of course not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So what has driven me to attain and covet the material for so much of my life thus far? Well, my ego for starters. How others perceived my worth was important since I only found my worth in others validations. More stuff meant more worth. But now I see what poverty that kind of thinking really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I could be selling pencils on a street corner for 50 cents each. As long as I can provide for and protect my family, as long as I have my wife by my side, as long as I can hear the laughter of my children, as long as I have the love of good friends: then my life is rich. What use are material things compared to this? They serve only to clutter one's life and to distract from the true goals and purposes of why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Wisdom. Live compassionately. Love. Share joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115325800703030537?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115325800703030537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115325800703030537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115325800703030537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115325800703030537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-cant-take-it-with-you-jesus-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115291684884770507</id><published>2006-07-14T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:34:38.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Fool and His Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When the wise man learns the Way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    He tries to live by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the average man learns the Way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    He lives by only part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the fool learns the Way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    He laughs at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yet if the fool did not laugh at it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    It would not be the Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Indeed, if you are seeking the Way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    Listen for the laughter of fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Lao Tsu (chinese philosopher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So I have dusted off my deck of Rider-Waite tarot cards after finding a book of mine called the Spiritual Tarot. I bought this many years ago and forgot all about it until now. Re-reading this spiritual approach to Tarot that uses it for your own personal spriritual growth, I am finding oodles of Gnostic references throughout. I never noticed it before because I knew nothing of Gnosticism all those years back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After reading Father Jordan's+ blog (egina2.blogspot.com) about his recent move where he lists all his most precious treasures and included an old deck of Tarot cards that paid his way through college, I decided to re-investigate this old hobby of mine. My mother read them when she was younger and taught me how to at my own request when I was about 18. I lost interest simply because I never had anyone to read for and was mistrustful of reading for myself based on some poorly misconceived notions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Fool card has always been an inspiration to me and is what this blog is named after. I fully intend some day to get a stylized version of this tattooed on my left shoulder, to balance the tattoo I am getting this October for my 30th birthday. That one is a work in progress but will be dedicated to my daughter and my son-to-be (due October 2nd).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peace and blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115291684884770507?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115291684884770507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115291684884770507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115291684884770507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115291684884770507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/fool-and-his-journey-when-wise-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29622742.post-115161716988950847</id><published>2006-06-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:35:38.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="white-space: nowrap; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Gospel of Philip: Verse 113&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Humans mate with humans, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;horses with horses, donkeys with donkeys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;each species with its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Likewise, our breath seeks another breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;our intelligence seeks intelligence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and every clarity seeks its light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Become more human, and humans will love you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;become more spiritual, and the Spirit will unite with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Become more intelligent, and the Logos will unite with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you become more clear, the light will unite with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you ascend, you will find repose in the heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you behave like a horse or donkey, calf, dog, sheep, or any other animal outside yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you will be capable of union with neither human, spirit, Logos, nor light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nor with what is above, now with what is within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;None of these realities can settle in you if you do not become like them through love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This passage spoke volumes to me. It gave me an idea of how to pattern my behavior in keeping with an end goal. If my path is Gnosis what can I do to further that path? Every action I commit has a resulting reaction. Every choice has a consequence. If I live mindfully, watching every action and carefully making every choice, I can in effect shape my future. I can make it what I want it to be. How liberating is it to accept this power over your life rather than to ascribe it to the actions of others? I couldn't do A because that person did B. So many people spend so much of their life blaming their failures and broken dreams on the choices others have made that affected them. If you simply deny their actions any power over your reality, then they will wither and fade away. From this place you can actively choose which actions you allow to affect you and which you do not rather than simply floating down the river of life like so much flotsam, bouncing off random objects that cross your path by happenstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is my first posting. I hope to post a musing a day as I travel down my fool's path towards Gnosis. I hope that I can learn more by this sharing and the subsequent comments made to my posts, both by my peers and my teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Peace and God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29622742-115161716988950847?l=afoolishjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115161716988950847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29622742&amp;postID=115161716988950847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115161716988950847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29622742/posts/default/115161716988950847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afoolishjourney.blogspot.com/2006/06/gospel-of-philip-verse-113-humans-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12161998901599113885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5006/3102/1600/Me_Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
