theosis

It is not that theology is obsolete, then, but that it still is, and for an unpredictable length of time, in the embryonic stage.” Emile Cailliet, “The Literary Mind and Religious Responsibility” (his emphasis). In Stanley Romaine Hopper (Ed.), Spiritual Problems in Contemporary Literature. New York: Harper, 1957.

While only half a century has gone by since Cailliet wrote those words, I sense the embryo stirring into birth. Theology is being born anew. The former “study of the theos” was just that: an objective study of, with the theos (God) as object under scrutiny. We fell into the fallacy of separation, that we are somehow standing outside the universe and “objectively” observing “it.” We somehow forgot or never understood that we ourselves are a wave in this mighty ocean with no circumference or measurable depth.

The new theology is not “theology” at all, but theosis, the deep knowing that we are identical with that which we continue opening to understand. When the “religions” begin to model and teach this, a new era of spirituality will blaze the land.

religious

Despite protestations to the contrary, everyone of us is religious, swears allegiance over and over to an object of worship. Whatever you attend to the most is your object of worship, what you idolize.

radiance

"The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." (Matthew 26: 41) While I understand and see the validity of this statement, it is not the final word. What is flesh but the spirit embodying, flooding it with radiance and light so that the two are one? The flesh is as willing as the spirit is strong. Synthronicity is at play here: flesh and spirit "sit on each other's seat" simultaneously. Synthronous and synchronous, they move as one.

emergence

What is Christ if not a symbol of our own mythos, our own story, our own birth, trials, crucifixion, death, and rebirth, our own ascension to cosmic awareness and responsibility? We are Christs in the making, emerging from our chrysalis to meet all crisis.

our kin beyond all ken

Of all stories my heart has heard and sung I most cherish one. The one creating heavens and earth, the one hiding in plain view, the one within, our kin beyond all ken, born as a human, borning even now. This one floods our hearts with joy, even in our sadness. For what is sadness but the weight of the world, a weight released when opening to the radiance of the birthing of the one. The unborn has become the born. The light dispels the dark. Once again. And forever.

the Ertia of the Maker

Caught in the battle between the Maker and the Unmaker, I cast my lot with the Maker, with Ertia rather than Inertia. (Yes, yes, I know the need for both. No need to lecture me on that. I speak of wider realms.)

The Inertia of the Unmaker leads to the great harmonic hum, the background noise in which souls blend into forgetfulness, the tinnitus of the Cosmic Ear, where nerve has become nirvana. Spare me that! I choose the Maker, the one of creative endeavor, the one always advancing out of inert mud into fiery spirit.

The Maker and I are partners in this endeavor, this rising up beyond both mind and heart into unknown realms. If battle cry we have, it is but one: Beyond!

since both

Since both "external" objectivity and "internal" subjectivity rest upon fabrication, speak who the fabricator is without fabrication.

tossing God

God is no object, to be tossed aside like a spurned toy from one's childhood. God is a living breathing dynamic force, the pulsing of your heart, the fires of creative ecstasy, the surging power of your being. God cannot be tossed aside. The God that can be tossed is not the eternal God.

exile

God is not dead. We have exiled ourselves.

trinity

The Origin and Maintenance of this Universe? The Dark (Great Mystery) births the Light. The Light rejoices and the Light and Dark mutually Embrace. The Embrace gives birth to Love. The Dark, the Light, and Love: Holy Trinity.