Healing and Prayer

[Eurydice]

Thanx Euridyce for that poem, thank you Sifter too.

It is hard for me to get back to my spiritual center. I must admit, if someone says anything to me about anything metaphysical I automatically feel myself bristle. This is doubly difficult because I'm a psychic reader! I can still do it by just being present in the moment and not judging, (it is what it is at the time and that's fine), but I'm very cautious about adopting anyone elses point of view.... well, on anything, really....

Actually, Lone Wolf what has been a help to me is to divest myself of almost all of the New Age philosophies.  This ride that I took with the Swerdlows has brought all this new awareness home for me.   Like many of us here (the 50+ crowd), the New Age was invented for our generation, we were influenced by it  just as we were coming of age--so I can remember a time before the New Age when I looked for wisdom amongst time tested philosophy, great literature, music, poetry and political activism--these were the arenas where true heroes and heroines were born, whose actions in life may serve and guide us through our own challenges. And I only sought healing through listening to Nature or the Natural World.

 I think the New Age (including the Drugs) was ushered in to quell the rise in consciousness and activism during the Civil Rights Struggle and Vietnam War protests and all the culture that era engendered of the 1960s.  The New Age really came into it's own in the early 1970s although I think it was being prepared post WW2.

One inspiration  for me is the life and work of Dr. Viktor Frankl whose work I have been revisiting lately, below some quotes:

"A human being is a deciding being."


"Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom."

 
"Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."

[Lone Wolf]

Thanx again, Euridyce.

Love those quotes! And thanks for the compliment!!!!!! LOL! icon_glassball

 

I dropped out of college in the '70's, but returned to finish in the 90's. I chose to be a Religious Studies major (of all things!). The reason being that I thought if I could understand why people believe what they do, I would understand myself and the world better.

I think Belief systems can be a result of brainwashing, or tradition, or a genuine resonance with a particular philosophy or group, or some particular epiphanal moment (or some combo of the above.)

So, I'd say that belief systems are the root of human manifestation. You live and create that which you believe.

Belief systems can offer one a sense of belonging or purpose, or a code to live by... 

I believed the religion of expansions. Partly because the information did resonate with me, partly due to brainwashing and because it gave me a sense of belonging.

So, for now, I guess I'm in a "religious void" of sorts. Perhaps to be filled in some other way at some point. I find it challenging, sad, somewhat lonely, but ocassionally peaceful at times too. It's interesting to live in the void! LOL!

[Elizabeth]

Hi Lone Wolf,

~~It maybe a little echoey in the void, but you can see further and clearer. Sometimes you even bump into others dwelling there; there are more of us than you think~~icon_turnsmilie

[Eurydice]

[user=58]Lone Wolf[/user] wrote

It's interesting to live in the void! LOL!

'The darker the night, the brighter the stars'

[Lone Wolf]

Thanx, Elizabeth! You put a smile on my face!:)

[Elizabeth]

@anyone, thump, thump, thump "echo...echo...anyone dwelling in the void...AT ALL(lol)!

~~As a child I tried to master the skills of life
~~As a young adult I sought **enlightenment**
~~As an adult, I chased the "normal life"
~~As a "mature" adult I found E@X%P@N*S$I%O*N@S!
~~As a child once again, I've found the aaahhh, **VOID**!

**Love to you all as we pursue our truths...when they appear**

[Eurydice]

GROUNDED ONCE AGAIN, NOT SPINNING

I opened a poetry book today and opened to this poem, giving me a deeper connection  maybe as to why I picked my screen name..out of the air. :)     I give you an excerpt:

ORPHEUS. EURYDICE. HERMES    Rainer Maria Rilke

........
But now she walked beside the graceful god,
her steps constricted by the trailing gravesclothes,
uncertain, gentle, and without impatience.
She was deep within herself, like a woman heavy
with child, and did not see the man in front
or the path ascending steeply into life.
Deep within herself.  Being dead
filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit
suffused with its own mystery and sweetness,
she was filled with her vast death, which was so new,
she could not understand that it had happened.

She had come into a new virginity
and was untouchable; her sex had closed
like a young flower at nightfall, and her hands
had grown so unused to marriage that the god's
infinitely gentle touch of guidance
hurt her, like an undesired kiss.

She was no longer that woman with blue eyes
who once had echoed through the poet's songs,
no longer the wide couch's scent and island,
and that man's property no longer.

She was already loosened like long hair,
poured out like fallen rain,
shared like a limitless supply.

She was already root.

And when, abruptly,
the god put out his hand to stop her, saying,
with sorrow in his voice:  He has turned around--,
she could not understand, and softly answered
Who?

                                                     Far away,
dark before the shining exit-gates,
someone or other stood, whose features were
unrecognizable.  He stood and saw
how, on the strip of road among the meadows,
 with a mournful look,
the god of messages
silently turned to follow the small figure
already walking back along the path,
her steps constricted by the trailing graveclothes,
uncertain, gentle, and without impatience.

[Elizabeth]

Eurydice, gorgeous poem. I'm glad you're not spinning. I will be for a time as I digest and process. :)

[Eurydice]

Eurydice, gorgeous poem. I'm glad you're not spinning. I will be for a time as I digest and process. :)

Time heals all Elizabeth, we are all on the same road, just at different junctures.
Glad you liked the poem. Rilke-such a master.

As the Eurydice said to Hermes--Orpheus Who?
This Eurydice rooted in her sweet death says --Stewart Who?
:)

[Elizabeth]

@Eurydice, hmmmm Stewart Who? I like that! It's probably a faster healing than one would think. Tx :)