fresco wrote:RexRed,
Your communication problem (and you do have one) is that both despots and "saints" claim to have heard "celestial voices". Every sane person knows that and will treat you as a "case" rather than a reliable source.
So examine why you want to communicate. Is it a celestial point scoring task ?........a means of reinforcing your position by reading your views and applauding them?......it because your voice tells you share your "good fortune" with your neighbor ?
Face it Rex.... nobody listens to a Holy Joe except a Holy Joe .
You raise an interesting question and thank for your inquiry no matter how shallow or genuine your actual intent.
I was also taught by my spiritual teacher that the goals of this life are frivolous compared to the goals of the next life. To set my thoughts on things above rather than things on this earth.
This would be fine but it would in the end be self serving. With this spiritual knowledge I could achieve any discipline that brings the glory of this world and be the best at my field. But I would leave behind so many in my wake. I would look back over my shoulder and see them reaching out for me and the tears in their eyes would kill me and curse me forever. For I would know I had been a success at their expense. It seems more prudent that rather than seek my own vain glory that I stop and ponder at this crossroad of my life's seasons.
Rather than seek the road of self by hoarding this light and never revealing what make me shine so brightly. It behooves one to share the glory so that all may partake of the divine spirit of everlasting life.
For there is the vertical and the horizontal that reveals a certain truth. What is vertical is what pertains to God and what is horizontal is what pertains to this world.
Before one opens their eyes to try and perceive this world they must first perceive God. For it is God who opens their eyes to see the world for what it is... Only God reveals the truth. Only God can take our burdens upon himself and cleanse the soul.
Only God can justify the spirit and only God can open the door to eternity.
The Bridge Builder
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide --
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pit-fall be,
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."
Will Allen Dromgoole