We are, each of us, worthy. Equally worthy. We all exist because nature wanted a “you”.
Can you be paid in the sacred? If you can own it, can it be sacred? If I gave you a church, would it remain sacred? If I sold you communal wafers and wine, would they remain sacred? Would sold communion materials stay sacred? Anything that can become ours loses its sacredness, doesn’t it seem so?
We are looking for what had value before humans started making cash a value. The sacred is felt to have existed and still exist in a state that supports all of our other reality. Though we can’t measure or define the sacred well, we keep making up sacred things, no?
People worship deities out of concern for their own wellbeing. People want money for the same reason. My personal worship like behaviour is practiced only to further my understanding of what I perceive in the world around me.
When one sacred thing falls, another must take its place. Yes. People often talk, or at least once often spoke, of throwing down sacred cows. What inspires this effort to create the sacred?
People need something to believe in? But something goes wrong, what happens?
Lack of common values? There is a lack of recognition. People, in an effort to find the sacred, replace the sacred. Yet behind all this creative effort something always manages to slip in. Despite mans misguided efforts to make themselves feel secure, an element of the unplanned and uncomprehended creeps in.
Once you assign something sacred, once someone finds an error in it, you must make a choice. Accept the error and let your whole belief system fall apart, or twist logic to make things fit into your preconceived world view. There is a reason those errors keep happening. People try to build on something that was already there. They try to plaster over a reality so that they might have something they feel they can own, they feel they have a grip on. Is there a difference between getting a grip and getting ownership? In the concern over the sacred, we frequently experience a strange gift, a sort of revelation, though often we don’t recognize it as such.
A grip gives you the chance to let go if you need to. Ownership seems like too much of a tie. Ah, but the tie is what is real. It’s the ownership that is false when we try to imagine something like the will of god, the great family of the spirits, the order of the universe.
Is that why they call it bondage? It’s not about the ownership really? True.
It’s about the bond, the trust or lack of it. And actual freedom is not separation from anything, but rather the recognition of the meaning in the walls that surround you, understanding your relationship to it.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.