A dual-language collection of fifty nine parables that have no reference to a specific time or place. They simply point to mystical and spiritual notions that resonate across cultures, regardless of dogma, creed or tradition. More info...
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In a faraway kingdom, there lived a great king who was very much loved by his people. And this king sought to share his kingdom with them but they held their reverence in high esteem to the point of making an idol of him. Many times the king wished to approach his people without the divisive veil of royalty but knew not how; for the majesty of his stature created a chasm between his people and him. The gods approached the king one day and told him that if he could bridge the gulf between his people and himself, the gods in their omnipotence would build a mansion of equal size and beauty as the king’s palace for every resident in the kingdom.Write comment (0 Comments)
For those of us born into Christian families, the disturbing idea of original sin has been drilled into our heads since the beginning. As children we were told that baptism was necessary to wash away the sin that was inherited from Adam. Most of us probably couldn’t comprehend the idea that we, as children, should be responsible for the sins of a stranger who supposedly lived ages ago. How can I be responsible for someone else’s actions? I personally resented Adam for this debacle. Because of him I had to go to church each week and endure endless hours of boring monologues by an old curmudgeon of a priest. Today, countless children are still subjected to this torturous misery. It is torturous because it is an intellectual concept, vague and alien, that has no basis in daily life. Humans cannot experience concepts but they can certainly connect with the feeling of being trapped by patterns, addictions, anxiety, depression, lack of self-worth and a host of other psychological maladies.Write comment (1 Comment)
The words "empty tomb" may readily bring to mind the Christian story of Jesus and his resurrection. For believers, it is a reason for celebration. They live in the hope that someday they too will rise to eternal life... not today though, not now. But for those who answer the call and retreat inwardly to explore the wilderness of their spirits and reflect on the story of Jesus far away from the edifices of inherited teachings and traditions, the empty tomb carries an entirely different meaning. They shut their ears to the deafening noise of dogma and ideology and enter into a timeless, ever-burning silence that is hidden from the world. In the furnace of that silence a certain sacred knowledge is forged that is stronger than any element. No matter how eloquent language may be, words can never convey that significance and strength to those who have never dared to take leave of their comfortable abodes and temples cluttered with icons and furnishings fashioned by the hands of strangers from another time, another place.Write comment (0 Comments)
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, a good portion of the world population has been pacified. We have been told repeatedly that blessed are the meek, the poor, and the downtrodden. We lift up our eyes and take refuge in that sad, crucified figure and pin our hopes on a better life... after we are dead. Meanwhile the puppet masters and deity designers feast on a spiritually deadened population that is paralyzed with fear. A delicious irony it is that we have been pacified by an image of a true rebel. We have been beseeched to turn the other cheek, to put down our swords and to give up our will to a "greater will" in exchange for an eternal, blissful afterlife. Was this rebel not the one who turned over the tables of the moneychangers in the temple? Was he not the one who came to put a sword between mother and daughter, father and son? Was he not the one who would light the sky afire with power and great glory?
That old master-poet was not mindful of obedience or rebellion. He did not seek out violence. He sought the stark truth that can split stone and make mountains move from their place. And let all else be damned. He was a dangerous figure who would ignite the hearts of the masses with a creative fire and breathe into their lungs a breath as mysterious and primordial as the Universe itself. He did not teach submissiveness or obedience to stale traditions but rather questioned all authorities who would impose their truth on the human spirit, who would suffocate the childlike innocence in all of us, and who would deafen our ears to the song of the Universe.
It begins with the awareness of a constant nagging feeling, a deep-seated emotional hum that cannot be turned off or avoided. It has always been there behind every word, thought or deed, behind every sorrow or joy, behind every tragedy or triumph. Being human is strange indeed. And with it comes an existential sense of "I AM" that the mind cannot completely grasp. We go about our business often masking that feeling temporarily through the distractions of daily life. But everywhere we turn we butt up against the starkness of our being. It even haunts our dreams. We tell ourselves that we hold fast to beliefs about ourselves, god, love, money, the world, family and relationships. But it takes so very little to force us to loosen our grip on our ideologies or abandon them altogether. We are then left speechless and shocked; we realize that we are strangers unto ourselves. We take this to be a fundamental sense of alienation that we cannot seem to shake. We try to comfort ourselves with visions of oneness. We tell ourselves that we are all equal, that we are brothers and sisters in the eyes of god, nature or man-made laws. After all we belong to races, religions, regions, communities, and clubs. But once we are alone lying in our own bed, even with a partner next to us, we are again enfolded by this existential sense of "I AM". It is a sphere that no one can penetrate. Again, we feel as strangers unto ourselves.Write comment (1 Comment)
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable? - Gibran Khalil Gibran
For those who are still employed in this so-called Great Recession, the phrase "Thank God I have a job!" has become their mantra. It is even echoed by those who detest their work. While people complain of the daily grind that is largely devoid of any creativity and personal satisfaction, more than ever they are fearful of losing their source of income. A recent survey reveals that the majority of workers in the United States are dissatisfied with their jobs. Many of us feel so paralyzed, helpless and held in our place by the gravity of overwhelming debt and the cost of owning things that each day we willingly sacrifice the integrity of our lives for the security of a sterile job.
Whatever you are currently doing and whether you know it or not, you are living by some kind of myth. You are acting it out. You are a vehicle for it. A myth is a symbolic story of the relationship between your life and the world. It is a paradigm that is whole, coherent and forever unfolding. It can also be described as a psychological reality that moves without coincidences. It is laid out like a pattern or a track from start to finish, and your life follows it. If you could look at it from a bird's eye view, you would see the beginning and end simultaneously, as part of a unified movement.
A myth in itself is never right or wrong but is simply the reflection of your chosen relationship with the world. But that choice, which you have already made, may have you living your life uniquely and creatively or sleepwalking through it.