Edited: I wrote this post in March 2009 and don't understand why it parked itself on top of the page (July 28-2024) after I gave it a bit of edit- tweak.
It was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well. (Ps 139:13-14)
"Spirit can be viewed as a ballet dancer who leaps into the air and lands in perfect balance in relation to a partner."
"Spirit is at work in the world and not "an ornament of piety."
"The world does not know or receive the Spirit (Jn 14:17) There are powers of resistance with whom the Spirit is locked in mortal combat."
Quotes from Flame Of Love A Theology Of The Holy Spirit, penned by Clark H. Pinnock.
AMEN to that! What attracted me to this, plucked from library shelf book, was the its symbolic representation of the Holy Spirit in the form of a white dove in flight inside bright flames....Many times witnessed in Vision.
I was never religious but intuitively had a connection to something I knew not what to call. This 'something', while still in an elementary school made my indignant self got hot under the collar when Communists decided that displaying the crucifix in public places was forbiden. I saw our teacher's sadness when she broke the news, and felt compelled to do something.
During the break I found two sticks on the graced with many trees school property, and with grass tie-fashioned a handsome, brand new crucifix for our classrom! After school, when everyone was gone I climbed on the desk and hung it under one of the political dignitaries portraits.
Sometimes I had wondered what the reaction of the person who would find it might have been.
By then my soul-self - very much awake in that boundary dissoloving space - practiced, and mastered, standing on air by stepping off a chair.
My child self loved practice "gymnastics" when alone. . . Many years later (in Canada) I learned that those body contortions were called "advanced yoga". I practiced these poses in my favorite, very private Summer hangout spot in a spacious back garden, a shelf-like strip of land where the land dropps off sharply to a lower level . . .The very spot my awake in dream body-mind found chunks of gold.
Just a short journal entry from "Jul.92' I was assigned an archaeological dig. Was extremely important, "famous" in fact, right in my own back yard."
And instantly I sensed the significance of its meaning 'Go deep , and you shall find a Treasure not of this world'.
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