tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post6568558537600462080..comments2023-08-21T03:51:17.425-06:00Comments on Enlightened Catholicism: More Random Thoughts--On Culture and Spiritual Shockcolkochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432916690101599393noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-65279578992748130162008-08-04T18:25:00.000-06:002008-08-04T18:25:00.000-06:00I don't know if this will make you feel better But...I don't know if this will make you feel better Butterfly, but according the Michael the big Arch Angel, they have been working overtime keeping a large number of people alive to make it into this time frame.<BR/><BR/>They've also been working overtime to get out a more positive message about what it actually means to be human. We are NOT the sum total of our bodies, and our lives are not one shot deals.<BR/><BR/>Or as Michael asked me, "Why would the God of love let you put yourselves in a material reality which makes it almost impossible to remember who you truly are, and then tell you you have a one shot chance to get it right. That's not just wrong, it's nonsensical."<BR/><BR/>Jesus did incarnate to relieve us from the burdens which make this remembering difficult. In that sense He did come to save us, but not the way we've been taught to believe. He showed us the way and it's end result. That would be claiming a body capable of working in this reality without death, and then Ascending back to our real home.<BR/><BR/>Is this stuff all impossble? I don't think so. I think it's our future. The base physics of the planet are changing and that makes innerdimensional contact and ability easier.<BR/><BR/>The kicker though, and I've written this before, is that you really really need to have dealt with your ego/personality issues before you're really allowed to play in the new reality. If you don't vibrate high enough, you don't get to play with all the possible toys.<BR/><BR/>The other problem is that to bring this reality totally into play, there has to be enough of us left who have realized they made the choice to be part of it, and are willing to act on that mission. It doesn't take the whole planet to bring in this change, but it does take some and they will represent all people and all spiritualities.<BR/><BR/>This blog is essentially for the Catholic folks who somewhere inside think they may have a mission to be part of this change.<BR/><BR/>Teilhard DeChardin certainly got some of the basic concepts, as did Thomas Merton. A lot of the concepts are in Catholicism but they need to be taught from a completely different paradigm. The energy around Catholicism has to get cleaned up and a much bigger dose of feminine energy added, or Catholicism will not only go the way of the dinosaur, it will be one of the biggest collective consciousnesses impeding the kingdom. <BR/><BR/>That being said, it's the reason I don't get as bent out of shape with the leaner and meaner Church. It's a much smaller quantum matrix and therefor less potent.<BR/><BR/>Any spiritual system which doesn't understand the prime directive, which is love, and live it, is an impediment.<BR/><BR/>Just like Jesus said, it's all about the love, and the compassion, and the peace, and the joy. <BR/><BR/>That's the prime directive, but there are others, and eventually I will get to those which I know about. Well---think I know about.<BR/><BR/>80 kids in a classroom? That's as bad as some college classes. That's not teaching, that's just lecturing.colkochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03432916690101599393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-67774328383962176482008-08-04T12:11:00.000-06:002008-08-04T12:11:00.000-06:00I saw Sylvester's comment and remembered you had m...I saw Sylvester's comment and remembered you had mentioned reincarnation as something to be opened to for discussion; the possibility of another spiritual dimension.<BR/><BR/>We also have something in common in that our family moved from a suburban area to a more rural one when I was 16 about to be a junior in high school. It wasn't a ranch setting, but there was land enough for my father to explore organic farming of vegetables as a hobby and many students in school who lived on farms. This was in contrast to the sophisticated suburban town with shopping in walking distance, in the shadows of the State Capital in Pennsylvania, with its community pool and lifelong childhood friends and a boyfriend I had to leave behind. <BR/><BR/>After ten years of Catholic school my parents gave me a choice of Catholic or Public schools due to their thinking that VII changes were liberal and a Catholic education wasn't much better anymore than a public one. I opted for public school to save my parent's money and I thought it would be a worthwhile experience. Although the move was only one hundred miles away from where we used to live, it was a culture shock, so I can really appreciate your experience of such a move.<BR/><BR/>In the Catholic high school the girls were on one side of the building and the boys on the other. In the public school the boys and the girls sat wherever they wanted and they were sometimes boisterous and crude in the classroom and class size was smaller. They all knew each other for years and everyone was in a clique and dressed a certain way. I was used to wearing a uniform and not having to worry or decide what to wear. This was all a foreign experience to me to be the new kid on the block with no friends. Another girl who moved from Connecticut and I quickly formed a friendship from our shared experience of being uprooted from our familiar childhood surroundings and acquaintances. She was so angry about moving that she tried to kill herself. The experience changed and enlarged my perspective forever. I never considered killing myself over it. By contrast, in Catholic school 8th grade there were over 80 students jam packed in one classroom, with the boys in the front and girls in the back and we didn't dare utter a word. I remember one incident in which the nun whipped three boys in front of the entire class. I don't even know what they did, but we were all horrified to witness it. She was one of the meanest, nastiest nuns we ever met and none of the other nuns were like her, thank God. She considered us all spoiled brats and would often speak about the conditions other people were living in in South America. It seemed she liked to punish us because we were more affluent? Our family was far from affluent and most of my clothes were hand-me downs from my cousin. But to this nun, we were rich and there were poor and she treated us with contempt. There were two 8th grade classes just as large and jammed.<BR/><BR/>I have a few horse stories, but this one experience on a horse that I'll never forget that I'll share. One of my friends, an affluent one, had a horse in 9th grade and it wasn't broken yet. Having no knowledge whatsoever of horses and what that really meant and wanting to ride the horse the idea was of interest. I was a petite 90 something pounds if that and they said it wouldn't even feel me on its back. They encouraged me after I asked them many questions about my safety, that nothing bad would happen. I got on and the palomino started bucking to get me off and was heading out of the meadow into what looked like the Black Forest. Some voice told me to "get off the horse" and I got myself off and landed on my butt and lived to tell this story, as my friends looked on laughing hysterically. All I can say is I was lucky that the horse didn't stomp on me when I landed on the ground, but somehow I "knew" how to get off without getting hurt like a real rodeo rider.<BR/><BR/>I've heard that internal voice at different times in my life telling me how to get out of dangerous situations. Also, real people have seemed to appeared out of nowhere in public places to ward off dangerous people from hurting me. I truly believe that I have been under what can be considered divine protection in several life threatening situations. Colleen, you are on to something that is not in the Catechism.butterflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09684946870144030594noreply@blogger.com