Surviving The Fall, 53

Gentle Reader, I am writing tomorrow's blogpost today, which will give me one less thing to have to think about, should I need to sleep a bit later before starting work tomorrow. I am in the next stage of decluttering, to which, there is never going to be a final stage since decluttering is the gift that goes on giving. I am going through old writings and papers and suchlike, consigning to the blue bin anything that doesn't seem fit for posterity. Everything else I am transferring onto Microsoft Word, or maybe on these pages. A letter from a dear friend, now deceased, I am going to use as a bookmark. I also came across scraps of paper with various things written on them. I do not know their date, nor their provenance, but they seem worth sharing and commenting on, so here goes: 1. "There is no single message to look for or decipher. The symbols are holograms not unlike the Egyptian hieroglyphs. They are what you might refer to as the language of the soul. They seem to operate directly on the consciousness of the observer. Their energy is understood on a level far higher than one's mind or personality. In this way, the human intellect cannot contaminate their real meaning or purpose. " 2. "The patterns are archetypes for creational harmonic frequencies. This is all part of the geometry that creates our reality. The geometry of certain crop formations reveal new, previously unknown, mathematical theorems. This involves ratios that correspond to the intervals of the octaves of the musical scale." 3. "A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned round and went back......every one of them. one girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, "This will make it better." then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, nd the cheering went on for several minutes. people who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know this one thing? What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course. Now, Gentle Reader, let me first of all use this little format as a platform for justifying the Christian Church's decision to condemn Gnosticism, which rather resonates in the first two selections. All this high-falutin pseudo arcane, pseudo esoteric gobbledegook about energies, rhythms and frequencies and the human soul and not contaminating such wondrous truths with the human mind. It isn't so much that's it's nonsense. I think there is some truth in both statements, and that there is an incredibly intricate and complex spiritual geometry that is woven throughout the universe, including this planet of ours, and our own human selves. But this isn't the essence of things. It is only the structure, or if you will, the scaffolding of the cosmos. The real truth, the real germ of spiritual reality and enlightenment is going to be read in the third statement about the little boy in the Special Olympics. It is also my way of making sense of what the minister said today in his sermon when he mentioned that Baptism is the heart of the Church. The care, empathy and compassion that the other participants showed the child who stumbled provides us with the key to understanding all the mysteries of the universe. Even though what the minister said about Baptism doesn't really resonate with me, I can at least appreciate the heart and very essence of this beautiful symbol and sacrament and relate it to the three selections. God is Love. This is said, but once in Christian Scripture, in the first letter of St. John, but it holds the very heart and essence of the Christian faith and, I believe, the whole structure and purpose of the universe. Love is the harmony that binds us and everything together into a creative, life-affirming whole. Love is what occurred that day at the Special Olympics in Seattle. Love is what occurs when we die to our old selfish lives to take on the new life resonant with love in Christ Jesus. Love is the Sacred Mathematic of the Universe. If we wish to unlock these mysteries, that child and his peers in the race can only be our best possible teachers. We are all in this together.