from dualism to divine trust

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I know my authentic voice

because it moves me like

no other. Emerging not from

the grooves of habit or belief,

but out of far left field,

or wherever the mystery

resides in me, it surprises

with honesty or shocks me

out of my complacency.

From the babble of competing

voices in my head, this one

stands out. I know my authentic

voice because integrity insists

on being noticed. It delivers

the experience of truth, the

take-my-breath away instant

when presence fills every

cell of me with ‘yes.’

….Danna Faulds

where are our values and judgments outmoded? where are we stagnant? what fears keep us from the eternal present? where do we speak deeply, profoundly and with penetrating truth? where does faith swoop in to carry our tired wings?

During my graduate school years at Syracuse University I studied religion and literature with Stanley Hopper, who was a forerunner among the still small group of scholars who look to novelists, poets, and philosophers for indications about the religious life and religious dimensions of the culture. Professor Hopper’s work was focused on elucidating what he saw as a major mythic shift occurring in our day. Ours is a time, Hopper said, when the myth that has sustained us for centuries is weakening. What he meant, is that our sense of the divine is no longer as externally placed as in a former time. We are now more inward in our focus. We are also breaking away from the dualistic world of inner and outer, mind and matter, and even fact and imagination. Hopper’s solution for our sense of mythic vertigo is a new appreciation for the role of imagination. He recommends that we replace theology, the rationalistic interpretation of belief, with theopoetics, finding God through poetry and fiction, which neither wither before modern science or conflict with the complexity of what we know now to be the self. It means we can no longer approach the ultimate questions of human existence as matters of fact. Our truth is now our myth. It offers a way to save religion from irrelevancy. What he challenges is not faith and not a spiritual way of life, but outmoded ways of being religious. Faith is anchored in the wisdom of the poet rather than in illusion, which in many cases has kept religion unsophisticated and ineffective……Thomas Moore

transforming the false self…

Do you remember how we experienced with all our being the need to live fully? Life, naked life, was in front of us. We wanted to chuck into the fire all that cheap finery that decked our purpose; sweep away the dubious company of half-truths, half-feelings, half-decisions; the crowd of walk-ons made up as scholars, poets, civilizing heroes, with their big empty words and their spectacular gestures; tear down finally all the cardboard stage sets in front of which played out their comedy for us, but behind which, surely, something must be happening. Remember how so many questions had us by the throat, which have gone unanswered. And since then, we’ve dared to make fun of them, we’ve dared to deny them, because it’s the fashion to be skeptical, reasonable- that is, not to search sincerely any more to understand. Already lethargy is creeping up on us. What then has happened? Why have we deserted? From whence comes this progressive numbness, this sliding toward death of all that was most alive in us? From one disappointment to another, the sickness has taken a progressively deeper hold, gradually chasing us out of ourselves. For that is where the trouble lies: what we didn’t have courage enough to look for inside, we have thought we could find outside…….Henri Tracol

6 thoughts on “from dualism to divine trust

  1. So this then is the shift, from outside in to inside out, from macrocosm to microcosm, and seeing the both in one, we look inward to the infinite, as well as we did outward. Duality is merging into oneness, that ‘zero point’ value that is as elusive as it is ever present.. The wheel work of the universe moves all things. James Kavanaugh knew, the priest turned poet. Nostradamus had to cloak his knowledge in quatrains for fear of death … The time has come the Walrus said, to talk of many things ….

    • so much seething truth in nuance here……reminds me how easily we lose ourselves in the mystic runaround, forgetting our humanity, our sense of oneness, our sense of playfulness…..there was a reason The Fool was vital to the show…..ode to the cadence of riddles g.f.s…..

  2. On the inside shaded curve of my soul resides a nest of sparrows. Singing they do when the night is long, and when the morning strains against the covers. Let us rise into the winds with our arms spread wide……let us roll within the current of arriving. I love this (absolutely) in ways I cannot explain, but that I know (as I know) you understand. My love to you this beautiful day. ~ Bobbie

    • oh yes…..and when I curl into birdsong, another layer is peeled away…..after many moons, it’s a nesting kind of life Bobbie……

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