Where your heart is, there also is your treasure.
A LINE FROM A POPULAR POEM BY RUMI about a field “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing” has been repeating in my head since I published my previous post: “When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.” And it truly is. There’s just so much going on in our world today for one to crowd into one’s thimble-size mind. Another saying that Rumi penned from his home in Konya, Turkey, speaks of the heart’s treasure: “I looked in temples, churches and mosques. But I found the Divine in my heart.”
In the movie “The Sound of Music,” Maria (Julie Anderson) sings “I go to the hills when my heart is lonely.” Today, amidst the devastation in Ukraine and the repercussions the sanctions levied against Russia are having on the economy here and globally, I go to my heart to find peace and sanity. Peace, because love abides here; sanity, because in my heart I know and understand that all is well in the Hands of God.
By divine design, we human beings are the hands of God here on Earth. Whatever happens, let me be a beacon of light in the darkness of human consciousness . . . and human consciousness is truly filled with darkness. But darkness is simply the absence of light. It’s not something of itself. It’s nothing. Light is something! Let there be light!
A large mass of humanity has withdrawn from the light of love and hunkered down in the shadows of fear and uncertainty. But let the Spirit of Love move upon the face of the waters of human consciousness and, Voila! There is light! And the light shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not comprehend it. “How can you be so calm and peaceful amid such atrocities and violence?! Where is your outrage!? Your condemnation of Putin and his murderous foot-soldiers who have exterminated tens-of-thousands of their fellow countrymen, women and children included?!” Such reactions are only incapacitating spiritually and contribute nothing but fuel to the fires raging in human hearts and minds, clouding and darkening vision. If there’s one thing needed at this time it’s clear vision.
Whatever happens, let me be a beacon of light in the darkness
I find it somewhat challenging to refrain from outrage and remain non-judgmental in all of this death and destruction being heaped upon Ukraine and her citizens. But that doesn’t mean I have blinders over my eyes. I see clearly what is happening—at least what the news is telling and showing us—but only with my eyes.
“A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten-thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee, for only with thine eyes shalt thou see and behold the reward of the wicked.” (Psalm 91:7).
I looked up the word wicked and it has several connotations and applications: vicious, depraved, (wicked habits); mischievous or playfully malicious (a wicked joke); obnoxious or offensive (a wicked stench); formidable or excellent (a wicked tennis player). The Psalmist most likely would characterize the wicked as “vicious” and “depraved.” Who, then, are these “wicked” ones who are reaping their rewards? I think we all have had some part in wickedness; surely any and all who have lived for the material treasures of the world rather than the spiritual treasures of Heaven.
CONVEYOR OF SPIRIT
Perhaps it’s a bit of a stretch, although a good segue to the theme of this post, the word “wicked” has the word “wick” as its root—which is a woven chord for conveying liquid, like the wick of a candle which is designed to convey the melting candle wax up to fuel the flame for light. Consciousness is a conveyor of Spirit, given to us by the Creator as a means of connecting with Heaven and for conveying the Light of Truth and Love into the world. By design, we are much like the whirling dervishes of Turkey who spin ’round and ’round, with one hand pointed upward toward heaven and the other hand turned downward toward the earth, as they provide a channel for bringing Love down from God into the world.
There’s a wise saw that says you can’t fix a problem at the same level as the problem, but from a level above the level of the problem. And so it is with the problems that plague human consciousness. The solutions are to come from above and not from below. The design for the New Earth descends from Heaven above into the heaven of human consciousness . . . but only as there is room to receive it. Filled with wickedness, there’s no room for the Truth of Life, which is Love. We need to cast the devil—literally the divider—out of our heaven, as Jesus did: “Get thee hence!” Then there will be room for the Truth of the New Earth to emerge from the New Heaven and replace the old earth.
A large part of the old heaven is occupied by the Christian belief that Jesus came down to earth from Heaven to die for our sins and redeem “us sinners” from the hands of the Devil. That is a redaction and a lie conjured up by Saint Paul and the Council of Nicaea, the most grievous of lies ever perpetrated upon human beings.
The truth is that Christ, the Son of God, incarnated in Jesus and came to show us how to love God and one another. That’s the truth, and I think it’s time that Christians, and particularly Catholics, do away with their crucifixes and repent for having worshiped the murderous crucifixion of the Son of God all these centuries. I am certain that He doesn’t want nor like that his crucifixion is still being celebrated as the purpose for his visitation to this planet. We can celebrate His life and victory over death by His resurrection without dragging him through that ignominious ordeal in our memories and our Holy Week liturgies. Please, take him down from the cross and worship the Father in spirit and in truth, which is all He asked. His true passion was and is the return of Love of God and love for one another to humanity and to His Father’s world.
If a cross is needed, one can replace the crucifix with the balanced cross of St. Benedict, which is a plus ⊕, symbolizing a cross-over point between Heaven and Earth, which is what Jesus was and what we are designed to be. (This cross is believed to protect one from the Devil and was used in exorcisms to cast out demons.)
I’ll leave you with the beautiful and rich Russian choral music of Grechaninov’s Passion Week, Op. 58:1, Behold the Bridegroom, performed by the Phoenix Bach Choir, Kansas City Chorale, conducted by Charles Bruffy. Enjoy this first track of the album.
Have a Happy Easter Sunday. Until my next post,
Be love. Be loved.