We’ve been discussing the tool of Visualization in this space as one of the many instruments life has given us as a pathway to The Holy Experience, and last week we explored how the process works, metaphysically, very much like putting the pieces of a puzzle together.
When I was living as a Street Person, under the open sky and in the weather, I came to deeply understand, experientially, the nature of fear. I also learned how to overcome it. And today I fear very little. This leads to an interesting question: What came first, my loss of fear or the Good Life that I am enjoying?
Difficult as it may be for most of us to believe, we are already at the end of Week 1 of the New Year. Just 51 weeks left and we'll be right back where we were last week--at the end of another cycle. Later in this Bulletin I will offer my reflection on what I was thinking last Saturday night, New Year's Eve, as the clock struck 12, and an idea that came to me on Sunday morning as I crawled out of bed and into the New Year for good.
When I was a young boy I lived in a black and white world. It appeared to me as if things were either one way or another. I saw very little gray in between the black and white, and I certainly did not envision a world in which two sets of facts which were obviously contradictory could exist simultaneously in the same space and both be true.
We’ve been discussing the tool of Visualization in this space as one of the many instruments life has given us as a pathway to The Holy Experience. I wanted to conclude that discussion today with a final note about this particular metaphysical device.
As we explore ever more deeply each week what I have described as The Holy Experience, we have said that the easiest way to engage the experience is to share it with others. Yet how to share this experience? First, we must decide what The Holy Experience is. For me, it is the experience of Oneness. It is the experience of Oneness with God and Oneness with each other.
Why is life turning out the way it is turning out? Why is love so often so hard to find, and then to keep? Why is goodness and kindness and compassion and even a smiling face sometimes so hard to find in our day-to-day experience?