Enlightenment
- Ramesh Balsekar
The Oriental Orthodox Order in the West is an order of sages, women and men devoted to the path of wisdom and the spiritual transformation of humanity.
- Alla Renée Bozarth
--Mount analogue Traces by Rene Daumal
--Abraham Heschel
We often hear that there is a perfume to Divinity -- that in fact, our hearts are attracted and we are pulled towards God as if by an irresistible fragrance. The evidence suggests that He is a master strategist, always seeking new ways to capture our attention. Well, those of you who found yourselves at Easter's altar rail with functioning olfactory senses may have noticed a certain something along the lines of "Holy Smoke, Kapowey and by-George-How's-About-Those-Lilies!" Interestingly, we learn that in nature, the fragrance of flowers serves real purpose. At its simplest, it tells insects two things: that food is available nearby and, that there's a real possibility of snagging a mate at the same time. This is good news for the bee. Wonder if it works the same way for us. We enter a room and catch a whiff of something, our eyes instinctively looking for its source. When they make contact with, say, a potted lily, we go to it straightaway. If no one is looking, perhaps we thrust our noses deeply into its embrace and emerge betrayed by a telltale yellow dusting from its anthers. Perhaps as with the bee, perfumed flowers call out to us, "Come closer. There is Nourishment and Love nearby. Yes, God is. Here. Now."
Admit something:
the choice and willingness to take on suffering in a way that will relieve others. Whenever anyone is able to bring clear awareness to one’s own pain in a situation and is able to say, “May my pain be such that it helps at leas one other person to be free of such pain,” we have achieved a level of consciousness that is identified with a tzaddik (63).
There is a fine old story about a student who came to a rabbi and said, "In the olden days there were men who saw the face of God. Why don't they any more?" The rabbi replied, "Because nowdays no one can stoop so low." One must stoop a little in order to fetch water from the stream.
from
The Divine Names
Pseudo-Dionysius