Christianity became a weighted brick upon my poor ankle. More central to the point, Catholicism, imaged itself as a, catalyst to family values…Family values that shackled my innermost feelings.
It was in the thickest of ‘shame’ I lived. Adulthood provided, for me, a sink or swim mentality. A Higher Power seemed a country mile away. But with grace…we managed to meet in the middle.
I have pursued a spirituality with no foot hold to anything. Native American Lore! Buddhism! Naturalism!
At this stage in the game of life, I am not as centered as many. Yet, there is a daily grasp to uphold the best I can be.
Stumbling upon Falun Gong practices…purely by accident. I unraveled the simplest of truths.
Though my country has left me dismayed. I am not held against my spiritual will. I am free to disclose (for now.) My beliefs do not need to be under constant focus…or under the gun.
It is rare but on occasion, my reverence and where I live…Cause me to understand…Just how fortunate…I am.
Nothing more than the mere and simple belief in tolerance, forbearance and compassion.
Simply put…a more intense set of values…set upon the Golden Rule.
There are no fees or formal membership, lack of daily rituals of worship, its greater emphasis on morality, and the theological nature of its teachings.
As a traveler in search of betterment. This organic philosophy could possibly provide what is much needed in this overcrowded world. And, my overcrowded life!
Unfortunately, the paranoia of powers far, far away from the land I live in; Do not carry similar beliefs!
Falun Gong practitioners in China are reportedly subject to a wide range of human rights abuses: hundreds of thousands are estimated to have been imprisoned extrajudicially, and practitioners in detention are subject to forced labor, psychiatric abuse, torture, and other coercive methods of thought reform at the hands of Chinese authorities. As of 2009, human rights groups estimated that at least 2,000 Falun Gong practitioners had died as a result of abuse in custody. Some observers put the number much higher, and report that tens of thousands may have been killed to supply China’s organ transplant industry (see Organ harvesting from Falun Gong practitioners in China). In the years since the persecution began, Falun Gong practitioners have become active in advocating for greater human rights in China.
When a lute is played, there is no previous store of playing that it comes from. When the music stops, it does not go anywhere else. It came into existence by way of the structure of the lute and the playing of the performer. When the playing ceases, the music goes out of existence.
In the same way all the components of being, both material and non-material come into existence, play their part and pass away.
That which we call a person is the bringing together of components and their actions with each other. It is impossible to find a permanent self there. And, yet there is a paradox. For there is a path to follow and there is walking to be done, and yet there is no walker. There are actions but there is no actor. The air moves but there is no wind. The idea of a specific self is a mistake. Existence is both clarity and emptiness.
Happiness is not a matter of circumstance; it is dependent on the torrents of our thinking.
Amen, Sista! So much crap in the way. Money, relationships, death, love. Difficult are the tide of thinkers! I mind horde! Clutter what little space there is left with objects and objectives to which I have no control.
I had forgotten. And, tend to, from time to time. The Big Easy!
An Inventory of Happiness:
When a dog sticks his head out of a car window. !! And, he does not have to be my dog.
Broken-in Boxer Briefs. Soft but well elasticized.
My Superball collection.
When my dog greets me at the door.
When my spouse greets me at the door.
Getting into trouble.
Getting out of trouble.
Listening and singing to… ##You’re Nobody Til Somebody Loves You…Sing it, believe it and give love proudly!
Sardines on Ritz crackers.
As always, a walk in the woods…Alone! Or, with a good friend.