Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Holy Wisdom Speaks...



     Doth not wisdom cry?

     and understanding put forth her voice?
     She standeth in the top of high places,

     by the way in the places of the paths.
     She crieth at the gates, at the entry of the city,

     at the coming in at the doors.

   
     Unto you, O men, I call;

     and my voice is to the sons of man.
     O ye simple, understand wisdom:

     and, ye fools, be ye of an understanding heart.
     Hear; for I will speak of excellent things;

     and the opening of my lips shall be right things.

     For my mouth shall speak truth;

     and wickedness is an abomination to my lips.
     All the words of my mouth are in righteousness;

     there is nothing froward or perverse in them.
     They are all plain to him that understandeth,   

     and right to them that find knowledge.

    
     Receive my instruction, and not silver;

     and knowledge rather than choice gold.
     For wisdom is better than rubies;

     and all the things that may be desired

     are not to be compared to it.


                 - Proverbs 8:1-11 King James Version

       

                            

      Proverbs 8:1-11   

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Only Real Magic Is The Magic Of The Mind, Part 1



A friend of mine said to me yesterday that this blog isn't about religion, it's about philosophy. Maybe so, since I'm not really all that religious. Religion is a context for living out one's life in Christ, but it shouldn't be seen as being the heart of the matter. Religion is something which colors the Nous, and directs it (or redirects) in a path toward communion with the Divine. Religion is method. Spirituality is relationship (more on that, later).

At the moment, perhaps, this blog is a way for me to come to a better understanding of certain points which are still a bit unclear or fuzzy around the edges for me. Commenters like Romanos are especially helpful! Over the years my various psychological profiles have consistently reported that I think in pictures, not words, and that for me to come to understand something which requires words I've got to write it or talk about it. That's what this blog is really for, I guess.

Nous is pronounced in proper modern academic Greek as 'noose', but in England among certain groups of people who use it in everyday speech it's pronounced 'naowss'. I prefer the latter pronunciation, for a reason which will become clear in this post, eventually!

The term Nous designates the limpid primordial lucidity which prexists sense impressions or intellection. The Nous is like a perfectly pure crystal, which has no color of its own, but within which the color and shapes of the surrounding environment appear. In a temporal sense it's mediated by the brain and receives information from the senses. 

The sense of a separate 'I' isn't really an aspect of the Nous itself, but rather it's an organizing function of the intellect utilized to effectively marshall sense perceptions into a coherent pragmatic structure. In other words, your sense of a discrete and separate self is a key function which enables you to eat, walk around, not run into walls, and so forth. However, it's merely a function like any other. The sense of self is not the be-all and end all of life which some people mistake it for.

To repeat: the sense of an I is a merely a function like sight, sound, taste, touch, hearing, perhaps intuition, and the like. The sense of self is important, as is any of the body's sensing functions. But to think that the I is the whole point of living is to make the most serious of mistakes. Then the I becomes something to be protected and defended at all costs, and everything outside of the I's ambit becomes a potential but necessary casualty of the I's wars of conquest and defense. The death of the body then becomes the ultimate outrage, and something to be avoided at all costs. I sometimes see this problem crop up in the lives of people who have a terminal illness and no real faith in something beyond themselves. 

It's all based on a trick of the light, so to speak. You mistake the sense of an I as being the essence or core of who you are, but it's not!

In much of traditional fourth and fifth century Christian spirituality much of the objective of spiritual practice, like subjection of the will to the Abba, one's chosen spiritual teacher, was to reduce as much as possible the I to a more manageable level, so it stopped running wild. The passions  engendered by the interaction between the I and the senses were also to be brought into a state subjection (or even nullification) through aescetic practices such as fasting, vigils, psalmody, and manual labor leading to apatheia, or passionlessness. Detaching the I from the passions' rule is the point of classical aesceticism. 

The objective of aescetic practice is not mere self-torture or punishment or self pay-back for sinning. If it is, it's a misunderstanding which results in a perversion of aescetism's intent, and not only won't do any good, but instead much harm will result.

I like to read the life stories which, among other things, set forth the austerities of the ancient hermits of the Sinai and Palestine, and the biographies of some of the modern saints of Mount Athos. When I think about them, however, it sort of seems that part of the objective of their aescetical practice was to reduce the body to such a low level of physical energy and heath that apatheia which inevitably results from sheer physical exhaustion!

Today, on the other hand, most people live austerity-free lives, and tiredness is a result of overwork or over indulgence, not spiritual practice.

Today the word apathy is understood as a state of listlessness, but it doesn't have the same meaning as apatheia. Modern apathy is close to the Greek term accedia, or absence of caring. Apatheia is the state of not being ruled by one's passions, which arise from a misplaced love, the interactive eros of the I and sense perceptions.
   
Look into yourself, deeper than your thoughts, emotions, perceptions, deeper than your sense of self, to the basic awareness which prexists those functions. Mental phenomena seem to spontaneously arise in this clear empty sky. Observing it carefully, thoughts and perceptions appear out of nowhere, float about for a while like clouds, and dissipate like clouds, getting whispier and whispier before vanishing altogether.  Pleasure, pain, sweet, sour, sounds, emotions, ideas, conceptions, seem to spontaneously appear. But looking beyond the clouds directly at the Nous itself you can't find anything at all. It's more like space itself - an expanse with no center or edge.

St. Paul understands the human person to be composed of pneuma (breath of life... some people call this Spirit), sarx (body... the physical form), and psyche.

The dictionaries I've consulted seem to define Psyche as:

1. The spirit or soul.
2. The mind functioning as the center of thought, emotion, and behavior and consciously or unconsciously adjusting or mediating the body's responses to the social and physical environment.

This is a REALLY confusing definition! Now, some interpreters think the psyche is the 'soul', whatever that means. Others identify it as the intellect. But surely that second definition can't be right, unless the intellect is something other than that part of the mind which is ideational. If both of the definitions above are simultaneously the case, if the soul and the intellect are the same, some people would have better, more effective souls than other people, which is obviously absurd and contrary to everything every religion teaches.

I am taking a big leap here, friends, but I am thinking that SoulPsyche and Nous are terms which point to the same experiential phenomenon. Here's the aside which links Nous and Naus. In Greek, Naus is the word for 'boat' or 'ship'. It's where we get the word Navy or Naval from. You see, the Nous is our Naus to God, to the present experience of the Divine in this life. 

Simplifying this to an almost heretical extent.... Religion is method. It's how we surround the Nous with the Holy so that the Holy appears within it, together with Christ filling the Nous by God's grace through the power of the Holy Spirit, instead of filling it with a World which is seemingly empty. 

Of course God could just fill the Nous spontaneously, but He doesn't seem to work that way very often. We need to do something as well. There's generally (but not invariably) a synergy which exists in the spiritual life.

Some simple notes on the soul:

Plato, who it goes without saying is a vastly greater thinker than I could ever be, considers the Psyche as the essence of who we are, but separates it into three parts: 
    
1. Logos, understood as Nous, mind, or reason (though that's odd, since reason is a brain function)
2. Thymos, emotion
3. Eros, the appetites

Aristotle expanded on Plato's definition of the soul, and split it up differently:

              A. Rational
                  1. Calculative
                  2. Scientific

             B. Irrational
                 1. Appetitive
                 2. Vegetative

He also disagreed with his teacher's view that it has a separate existence. 

Avicenna, the great Muslim Aristotelian philosopher, set forth the principle that the immortality of the soul is a consequence of its nature, but not a goal to be achieved. I recall that Bishop Francis Eric Bloy, Episcopal Church bishop of Los Angeles once told me that what he called 'consciousness' or the soul is something like the other elements which make up who we are, which is to say calcium, phosphorous, iron, oxygen, and so forth. When the body dies, the elements separate from their temporary agglomeration, including our God-given consciousness soul-element.

I'll continue my musings on this subject in next week's Nous/Naus post.




 

Tuesday, January 13, 2009



This is a photo of a page from my great grandfather Lewellyn Christopher Seal's Bible. He was born the year the Civil War started, and died the year World War II began. According to family lore, he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box, but was a good man, and a devout Christian. He wrote religious poetry in his Bible in his beautiful script. I'm amazed that it's not only so neat, but that he made so few mistakes!

The page entitled 'Ask  Believe Receive' suggests that the idea behind that recent boffo best-seller The Secret is hardly unique. Not fair! My great grandpa ought to sue for a part of those enormous royalties! *Just kidding*

I also have a bunch of letters he wrote to a native African missionary he supported in what was then the Belgian Congo, and I also have the missionary's responses, as well as a photo of the guy. Looking at that picture taken so long ago, and knowing what Africa is like at first hand, I wonder not whether that missionary's work was effective, but more basic things, like whether or not the village exists, or if any any of his descendants survive.

Scott Kellermann, one of my very dearest friends, works in a place not unlike so many other out of the way corners of Africa. The people are poor, very poor. There isn't much for people to eat apart from baked bananas, potatos, millet, and a few fruits and vegetables. It's on the edge of the Worst Place In The World, the Eastern Congo.

When I was in Buhoma, SW Uganda this past August, looking at the hospital I wondered, 'Will all this be here in ten years?' No one knows. Africa is a strange, unforgiving place, and the human effort and money which would raise up an enduring insititution in other places counts for nothing there.

What's the point then, if chances are that nothing will survive very long? I guess it's about trying to do what is right by someone who needs your help, and not expecting any more than that.

When I walk home from work at the end of the day I often turn around and look at the lovely front of Trinity Church. It's East Coast Gothic Revivial style, I suppose. It's pretty much a copy of Trinity Church, Sonora (except the tower is on the opposite side), which together with Emmanuel Church, Grass Valley are the oldest Episcopal churches in California. It's been standing there since 1872. But it's made out of wood, unlike my parish churches of Etton and Helpston in England, which were built in the 10th century on foundations even earlier than that. And they are stone buildings, with walls two to three feet thick at least.

Someday, beyond doubt, even those wonderful enduring walls will crumble, though they may last much longer than Trinity, Nevada City's wood construction. Human beings often struggle to find meaning in the face of the impermanence of all their efforts, so they assume what is will go on forever. I guess the recent fnancial/economic meltdown put paid to that illusion!

This afternoon I took a walk in the Pioneer Cemetery which is on a knoll just west of Nevada City. It's so beautiful, in part, because of its lonely, abandoned atmosphere. No neatly mown grass sward, just a carpet of pine needles underneath the trees covering up our inevitably clay soil underneath. There are lots of wobbly little wooden plaques stuck upright in the earth, cut in a coffin-like shape, without lettering, marking the grave of someone unknown. A lot of those fragile memorials to nameless people have rotted in the ground and already toppled over. And then there are a few marble headstones, their incised letters gradually melting in the weather and the years.

I have no doubt that some day -and may it be long, long years- Trinity Church will vanish, whether by fire or termites or dry rot, or redevelopment. And then, what will all I -we- tried to do mean? The lovely interior, the beautiful stone wall, the stained glass windows. Is that the reason why I -we- do all this, make all this effort?

Of course not. But, it's good to have a backdrop for our worship, for people's seeking and finding God. And it's a Mitzvah (http://www.chabad.org/search/keyword_cdo/kid/1533/jewish/Mitzvah.htm) - a part of our spiritual practice - to make where we worship beautiful, in a human sense, for God.The Jews call it 'adorning the Mitzvah'. Doing a Mitzvah isn't just obeying a commandment, it's a way of drawing closer to God. Doing your best on the Mitzvah is a way of honoring the Eternal (as some orthodox Jews call Him, avoiding even a hint of the Name). The church is a microcosm of the traditional Christian cosmology, but like everything that comes together in time and space, it comes apart just as easily as it came together, and maybe even easier.

On a somewhat regular basis I take delivery of the cremated remains of people. The box is always surprisingly heavy for a little thing. And I always ask myself as I feel its heft, 'So it all comes down to this does it?'

This evening, when I was driving to Lori and Scott Leaman's house to anoint, lay hands on, and pray for her and the family before she and Scott and Becca go to Stanford tomorrow for her surgery, this went through my mind suddenly and powerfully: 'In exchange  for this fleeting world we are given Eternity.' And even while we're in this world we're given the scent of Eternity. Sometimes we glimpse it, or recall it, if for just a moment.

Psalm 56:8 'My wandering You have Yourself counted; place my tears in Your flask, are they not in Your record?'

Indeed, nothing is forgotten, nothing is overlooked. The transience we experience and find so painful at times is part of the picture, a necessary part. But what is done is not lost, and God has counted all our tears. They are in His flask, and in time will turn to joy. 


Sunday, January 4, 2009

Last Words

[These are my 'last words' which, God willing, will be read at my funeral, though if time permits, they might change a bit. In Japan, it's a tradition that a person should have what is called a 'death poem' ready to say as one departs this world, condensing what the author understands the most important aspects of the meaning of life to be. It doesn't have to be self-consciously profound, since genuine depth in daily life is discovered in the living, not in congitating. Just write what you feel is true in your heart. The ordinary is extraordinary, and vice versa. It's sort of like the truth that spending real 'quality time' with people isn't about going to Disneyland or Hawaii on vacation, but rather hanging out at home with your family and friends. What's most important is generally right there in front of you, not someplace else. I'll be posting a couplet by couplet commentary on the following....]    


Now we are beyond meeting or parting,

Beyond sorrow or regret,

Keep in mind

What I have to say-

If religious teachings and practice is the Basis,

you're missing the point.

The inner life is not about remembering God;

It's about not forgetting.

Traversing the spiritual path does not mean

becoming what you are not;

Arriving at the goal does not mean

you have gone anywhere at all.

Measuring self and other is not the objective,

neither is it striving to obtain what you already have.

The reach and range of the nature of things cannot be grasped -

without center or edge, it is comprehended in an instant.

As for thoughts and emotions, let them be; they arise & dissipate

of their own accord, like clouds passing through an empty sky.

Be who you are

and the supreme secret is displayed for all to see.

Take your ease in the ageless cycle

of day and night;

Eagerly fulfill the compassionate intent of Messiah Jesus

toward this this thing of beauty, this passing world.

Appreciate what you have in the palm of your hand;

You have nothing more: it is all that you need.

Commit your way to the LORD,

put your trust in Him, and He will bring it to pass.”      - Psalm 37:5


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