This newsletter is a publication of the Mystical Order of the White Rose, a multi-faith devotional and spiritual support organization. We support and share information about mystical, monastic, contemplative and creative ways of living. We encourage prayer, the reading of sacred scripture(s), lectio divina, meditation, journaling, solitude, fasting, silence, kindness, hospitality, worship, simplicity, creativity,active involvement in spiritual and/or religious communities, and loving service to others. You can view past issues hereand you can subscribe to it here .
Table of Contents
-- Connecting With the Kabbalah by Cynthia Kiteley Lee
-- Video: The Book of Creation - Sefir Yetzir (3800 Year Old Kabbalistic Wisdom)
-- Video: The Five Basic Principles of the Kabbalah
-- Poetry: Poems Written Under the Influence of the Kabbalah by Cynthia Tedesco
--- Video: Jewish Mysticism by Rabbi David Aaron
--- Website: Kabbalah and Jewish Mysticism
http://www.jewfaq.org/kabbalah.htm
-- Links of Interest
-- Multi-faith, Multi-Media Daily Devotionals for August 2009
Tedesco's poems have appeared or are forthcoming from publications such as: Apex of The M, Barrow Street, Black Buzzard Review, Black River Review, Caliban, The Cape Rock, Coffee House Poets Quarterly,Columbia Poetry Review, Gargoyle, Italian Americana, The Lucid Stone, Montserrat Review, No Roses Review, Orphic Lute, Outerbridge, The Panhandler, Prophetic Voices, Space & Time, Talisman, Tamarind, Weirdbook and Yefief. A short story, 'Suitcases' is archived at www.archipelago.org. Her first book of poems, 'Letters Found After...'was published in 1997 by Sesquin Press. 'Chthonic Luminosity' is Tedesco's second book of poems in progress. She lives in NYC with her husband and their two Havanese dogs.
Each day we should expose ourselves to the inspiration of others. Thousands of saints and wise men and women have left us messages of hope and encouragement. Read what is honest. Read the scriptures and the commentaries. Read great literature and poetry. Read the psalms. Read that which expresses the anguish and the exhilaration of experience, and teaches us that we are not alone.
- John McQuiston II, p. 88, Always We Begin Again--The Benedictine Way of Living
A saint is simply a human being whose soul has grown up to its full stature, by full and generous response to its environment, God. He has achieved a deeper, bigger life than the rest of us, a more wonderful contact with the mysteries of the Universe; a life of infinite possibility, the term of which he never feels that he has reached.
What ascends up in prayer descends to us again in blessings. It is like the rain which just now fell, and which had been drawn up from the ground in vapors to the clouds before it descended from them to the earth in that refreshing shower.
Holiness is not a luxury for the few; it is not just for some people. It is meant for you and for me and for all of us. It is a simple duty, because if we learn to love, we learn to be holy.
It's also helpful to realize that this very body that we have, that's sitting right here right now . . . with its aches and its pleasures . . . is exactly what we need to be fully human, fully awake, fully alive..
- Pema Chodron, Tibetan Buddhist nun, teacher and author
It is not only prayer that gives God glory but work. Smiting on an anvil, sawing a beam, whitewashing a wall, driving horses, sweeping, scouring, everything gives God some glory if being in his grace you do it as your duty. To go to communion worthily gives God great glory, but to take food in thankfulness and temperance gives him glory too. To lift up the hands in prayer gives God glory, but a man with a dungfork in his hand, a woman with a sloppail, give him glory too. He is so great that all things give him glory if you mean they should. So then, my brethren, live.
- Gerard Manley Hopkins
Remarks made in an address based on the Spiritual Exercises of Ignatius Loyola, quoted in preface by Babette Deutch to: Poems from the Book of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke (New Directions).
Sophia is the mercy of God in us. She is the tenderness with which the infinitely mysterious power of pardon turns the darkness of our sins into the light of grace. She is the inexhaustible fountain of kindness, and would seem to be, in herself, all mercy.
- Thomas Merton
Hagia Sophia in Thomas Merton: Spiritual Master, edited by Lawrence Cunningham (New Jersey: Paulist Press, 1992) p. 263
Let us call upon the Holy Sophia, the supernal mother of our souls, and celestial bride of our spirits: Daughter of Infinite Light, born of enlightened love; merciful and compassionate, embodiment of perfect wisdom; begotten in Eternity, beyond Time and Space, With what words shall we praise Thee, or with what thoughts comprehend Thy majesty? Utterance must profane Thee; silence itself can bear witness to Thee. How shall we extoll Thee? In what shall we shadow forth Thy great glory among us?
Prayer in honour of Our Lady's Nativity, written by St. Anselm:
Vouchsafe that I may praise thee, O sacred Virgin; give me strength against thine enemies, and against the enemy of the whole human race. Give me strength humbly to pray to thee. Give me strength to praise thee in prayer with all my powers, through the merits of thy most sacred nativity, which for the entire Christian world was a birth of joy, the hope and solace of its life.
When thou wast born, O most holy Virgin, then was the world made light.
Happy is thy stock, holy thy root, and blessed thy fruit, for thou alone as a virgin, filled with the Holy Spirit, didst merit to conceive thy God, as a virgin to bear Thy God, as a virgin to bring Him forth, and after His birth to remain a virgin.
Have mercy therefore upon me a sinner, and give me aid, O Lady, so that just as thy nativity, glorious from the seed of Abraham, sprung from the tribe of Juda, illustrious from the stock of David, didst announce joy to the entire world, so may it fill me with true joy and cleanse me from every sin.
Pray for me, O Virgin most prudent, that the gladsome joys of thy most helpful nativity may put a cloak over all my sins.
O holy Mother of God, flowering as the lily, pray to thy sweet Son for me, a wretched sinner. Amen.
Thereading to the self of material designed to increase one's awareness of thanksgiving is recommended. Even repetitious reading of inspiring words is helpful, for sometimes those of humankind are resistant to feeling better about themselves, to accepting their limitations, and to continuing to offer the praise and thanksgiving that is rightfully the one infinite Creator's, who offered each of you and each of us a magnificent opportunity, the opportunity to grow, to be, to perceive and to act.
Q'uo transcript dated January 7, 1990, pp. 3-4 from
A Wanderer's Handbook -- An Owner's Manual for ETs
And Other Spiritual Outsiders written by Carla Lisbeth Rueckert
Whether we study on our own or with others, the crux of our work is discovering the images, conscious acts, language and ideals for our own spirituality and then expressing these in everyday life. Ultimately, what we think, say and do is our religion.
Was 911 A Ritual Sacrifice? Part 1 The opening sequence is a poem combined with images and music that is quite startling and very affecting. Very alternative perspective.
Was 911 A Ritual Sacrifice? Part 2 Interesting sequence on the faces in the clouds of smoke. Again, not your average mainstream coverage
http://www.spiritap.com/ Awakening the Divine - Aaron Pyne
Go outside, to the fields, enjoy nature and the sunshine, go out and try to recapture happiness in yourself and in God. Think of all the beauty that's still left in and around you and be happy!
- Anne Frank 1929-1945
Jewish teenager killed in a concentration camp. Famous for the diary which she kept while in hiding, which was discovered and published after her deatj/
Even under the best of circumstances, life is challenging, and much of the time it is difficult. It is always uncertain, constantly changing, and mostly out of your control. Whether it is taking you on a wonderful ride or stepping on your toes, life will move you with the rhythm and in the direction of its own unfolding, irregardless of our best intentions. Life dances and you must dance with it. This is the necessary price and mysterious gift of being incarnate---alive in a body.
If life is going to dance with you, then what kind of dance partner do you wish to be? Can you have a conscious, peaceful relationship with your own life's dance as characterized by a sense of ease, empowerment, and meaning? Certainly it is possible to affect the course of your life. Hard work, discipline, and self-development enable you to be a better partner when life comes to dance, but finding a way to be at ease with the dance itself is a crucial skill in finding freedom and meaning in life.
- Phillip Moffitt
p. xxv of his book Dancing With Life - Buddhist Insights for Finding Meaning and Joy In the Face of Suffering copyright 2008 by Phillip Moffitt; published by Rodale
Dancing With God
When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word.
I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing.
When two people try to lead, nothing feels right.
The movement doesn't flow with the music,
and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.
When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead,
both bodies begin to flow with the music.
It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.
The dance takes surrender, willingness,
and attentiveness from one person
and gentle guidance and skill from the other.
My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.
When I saw "G: I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i".
Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
northern rockies.
Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
singing inside
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.
I pledge allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.
Banks fail. Investments fall apart. The continuous climb of inflation reduces the power of money saved today against tomorrow. These facts don't argue against saving or investment, but they do remind us it's impossible to be truly secure on earth's terms.
But once our trust is fixed completely in God, our living, loving Father will show us precisely how to manage our personal responsibilities. In His Word and by His Spirit, He teaches us how to be wise, disciplined, and faithful as His stewards, looking toward our future with faith, not fear.
During the summer months the souls of men and women have been drawn upwards and outwards in sympathy with Nature. They have followed with their heart's delgith the season of growing, blossoming and ripening, but now Nature is fading and withering. The turning-point of the year brings a crisis to human souls, who must make at this season the change from the outgoing interest of summertime to the inwardness of wintertime. They must seek within themselves the forces that give life and strength when the world around is filled with fading and decay.
The presiding genius of Michaelmas is an archangel. He it is who goes before the heavenly hosts, leading their march through human history. All the angelic company, who send their influences into human affairs, are remembered in this festival, which is called after Michael. .... In this festival we recognize and acknowledge their working in our life. We human beings should grow thereby in understanding of our fellowship with them, that, instead of receiving thier influences unconsciously, we may accept them knowingly and gratefully.
- Evelyn Francis Capel, The Christian Year p. 213; p. 215
O glorious Prince St. Michael, Leader and Commander of the heavenly hosts, Guardian of souls, Vanquisher of rebel spirits, Servant in the house of the Divine King, and our glorious Guide, you are brilliant in holiness and power. Deliver us from all evil, for we turn to you with confidence and enable us by your gracious protection to serve God more faithfully every day.
A clear crispy day -- dry and breezy air, full of oxygen. Out of the same, silent, beauteous miracles htat envelop and fuse me -- trees, water, grass, sunlight, and early frost -- the one I am looking at most today is the sky. It has that delicate, transparent blue, peculiar to autumn .... I watch dazzling through the interstices of a knoll of big trees -- darts of fire and gorgeous show of light-yellow, lover-color and red, with a vast silver gaze aslant on the water -- the transparent shadows, shafts, sparkle, and vivid colors beyond all the paintings ever made.
I don't know what or how, but it seems to me mostly owing to these skies, (every now and then, I think, while I have of course seen them every day of my life, I never reallysaw the skies before), I have had this autumn some wondrously contented hours -- may I not say perfectly happy ones?
This is the time of harvest, of thanksgiving and joy, of leave taking and sorrow. Now day and night are equal, in perfect balance, and we give thought to the balance and flow within our own lives. The Sun King has become the Lord of shadows, sailing West: we follow Him into the dark. Life declines; the season of b arrenness is on us, yet we give thanks for that which we have reaped and gathered. We meet to turn the Wheel and weave the cord of life that will sustain us through the dark.
Think of a kitchen faucet that has very little water flowing from it. The problem is not with the water supply, but with a clogged faucet. When the faucet is cleared, the water will flow. In a similar way, we must guard our hearts from being clogged by sin and disobedience, for the Holy Spirit desires to flow through us as rivers of living water.
Faith strips the mask from the world and reveals God in everything. It makes nothing impossible and renders meaningless such words as anxiety, danger, and fear, so that the believer goes through life calmly and peacefully, with profound joy -- like a child, hand in hand with his mother.
I abandon myself into your hands;
do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do,
I thank you.
I am ready for all, I accept all.
Let only your will be done in me,
and in all your creatures.
I wish no more than this, O Lord.
Into your hands I commend my soul;
I offer it to you
with all the love of my heart,
for I love you, Lord,
and so need to give myself,
to surrender myself into your hands,
without reserve,
and with boundless confidence,
for you are my Father.
What happens when we live God's way? He brings gifts into our lives . . . things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people.
- Galatians 5:22-23 The Bible (The Message Translation)
During the summer months the souls of men and women have been drawn upwards and outwards in sympathy with Nature. They have followed with their heart's delgith the season of growing, blossoming and ripening, but now Nature is fading and withering. The turning-point of the year brings a crisis to human souls, who must make at this season the change from the outgoing interest of summertime to the inwardness of wintertime. They must seek within themselves the forces that give life and strength when the world around is filled with fading and decay.
The presiding genius of Michaelmas is an archangel. He it is who goes before the heavenly hosts, leading their march through human history. All the angelic company, who send their influences into human affairs, are remembered in this festival, which is called after Michael. .... In this festival we recognize and acknowledge their working in our life. We human beings should grow thereby in understanding of our fellowship with them, that, instead of receiving thier influences unconsciously, we may accept them knowingly and gratefully.
- Evelyn Francis Capel, The Christian Year p. 213; p. 215
O glorious Prince St. Michael, Leader and Commander of the heavenly hosts, Guardian of souls, Vanquisher of rebel spirits, Servant in the house of the Divine King, and our glorious Guide, you are brilliant in holiness and power. Deliver us from all evil, for we turn to you with confidence and enable us by your gracious protection to serve God more faithfully every day.