an internal vibration of holy initiation


We have here the original sense of the word ‘religious,’ not referring to a particular religion, but to an attitude of respect, or beyond that, of worship, or more still, a feeling of giddiness on the edge of the abyss, of the Nihil, or ‘nothingness.’ This attitude may refer either to a god, who will be addressed as ‘thou,’ or to the festal reality of the world- a godly world full of gods- or even to the Nihil in a completely godless world, a ‘kosmos atheos.’ It is the situation which lets nothing be hidden and causes everything essential to come clearly to the fore…..C. Kerenyi

what we call ‘holy’ is a longing for the fundamental mind-heart harmony…..sitting round our kitchen table on an ordinary day, listening…..suddenly there is a door to another wisdom….a quickening….an openness….may your soul know its own light…

Overcoming a dualistic heritage brings one into the sphere in which ordinary reality is saturated with the sacred. Religion is made up of nothing special- the ordinary is holy or potentially holy; since the object of religion is no-thing, its images can be improvised from oatmeal boxes and sand sculpture. The apprehension of the sacred is manifested in an imaginal relationship with the divine- reinventing the ‘ordinarily sacred.’ Another scan of contents and contours within the temple reveal how the holy is made: from the ephemera and scraps of the ordinary world by means of metaphor. As Kafka’s aphorism tells us, ‘Leopards break into the temple and drink the sacrificial chalice dry; this occurs repeatedly, again and again: finally it can be reckoned on beforehand and becomes part of the ceremony.’ Now we would ask Kafka for a parable in which there is no temple, no established ceremony or sacrificial vessel, but one in which leopards nevertheless surprise us by appearing and drinking from our cups. Leopards breaking in- upon whatever our complacencies- is the nature of religion. We long for a reappearance of Kafka himself to break in and tell us that mysterious thing we need to know about religion: religion as leopards drinking from- if not our sacred vessels- then whatever cups we have in hand. The shock of leopards, even if they can be reckoned on beforehand, even if they are a part of the ceremony, is religion. The intrusions of the ‘mundane’ become agents of the sublime. They are incorporated- ‘bodied’ into the divine. Thus the containers: the chalices, temples, ceremonies, memories, predictions, words and works, envelop the shock and become associated with the sacred……Lynda Sexson

finding religion in deep soul….

Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, liberating oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being……Kafka

5 thoughts on “an internal vibration of holy initiation

  1. Once rare, the ordinary moments revealed themselves to be more. I thought knowledge was the key, yet I am learning that believing can be and is just powerful. Why not leopards drinking from cups? Robert Anton Wilson liked the word catma as a corollary to dogma … Why not catma, it makes us think a little, wonder a little more. The sacred, the Devine are ‘bodied’ into the mundain, making everything sacred, yes each moment a forever, when we step out of dualism, the universe shows us true colors … Sending a sacred moment for your day …

    • there’s a great longing in us to keep returning, and most of the time we don’t know where that is, but the truth remains….we long to belong fully to the world, offer our humble gifts, and play! (this of course, is the hardest to admit sometimes) wishing you a reverence for catma and all things mundane today and as such, truly spectacular g.f.s…..

  2. When I read this, I am reminded of the feeling of ‘oneness’, whole within and yet part of a much larger whole ~ and yes, for lack of a better word, a religion of the spirit which wraps within it every one of us (even those unaware of being wrapped)

    ~ the whole of us, the earth and sky, birds and blossom. We push against the pillows, and lean into the sky ~ almost unaware of our becoming clouds. ~ Lovely as always, Blue ~ Bobbie

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