Daily Archives: April 13, 2017

The Flowers of Mistrust – #Silenti

The Silent Eye

We live, increasingly, in an age of mistrust. It can be seen as cool, savvy, to doubt what we hear–an expectation of deceit in the ‘other’, as though trust belonged to the infant’s playground; something to be outgrown in the face of maturity in the world and in life.

As ‘humanity’, if such a concept is meaningful, we yearn for the true values of early childhood, where we could trust. To have to live in a world of its opposite is foreign to our natures and invokes one of our fundamental shared attributes – fear. Fear teaches us that mistrust is necessary to protect ourselves… and it is, until it comes time to be bigger than both.

Anyone who considers they are on their own spiritual path – and by that I mean simply a journey within themselves for the truth of their lives – encounters this lack of trust…

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Whirling Limbs…

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…As Abadam and Yva made their way out of the garden in the

east, it seemed as though the leaves of the trees themselves

were whispering: “I will put enmity between you and the

woman, and between your seed and her offspring.

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You shall bruise his head

as he shall bite your heel,

and he shall bruise your head

as you shall bite his heel.”

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But it was the serpent Abadel hissing at

Abadam from the branches of the tree of life.

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When Abadam and Yva had departed the garden in the

east, there was silence there about the space of one day.

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To bar the way to its holy mountain so that

Abadam and Yva could never return, the Spirit

appointed a cherub with whirling limbs of flame.

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Living dead

The Silent Eye

“I might as well be dead.”

As the opening gambit to a conversation between mother and son, it was, I admit, guaranteed to get my attention. He didn’t sound particularly cheerless. In fact, if anything, he sounded quite excited by the idea. I was obviously missing something here.

“How so?”

He explained. An evening in front of the TV was responsible.

“It’s just mindless entertainment. It is like being dead… ” I didn’t think TV had become that bad…but then, I never watch it. “I am just moving from moment to moment,” he said, “watching an illusion on the screen. It is only when something sparks a train of thought and I pick up the phone to talk to you about it, that I wake up… I’m alive again. Then, when I put the phone down and go back to the TV, I go back to sleep.” Ah. I understood…

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