Spiritual Gathering

Good Sunday Morning …. it is a glorious morning and these kinds of Sunday mornings often make me reflect on my hunger and need for spiritual community. I used to go to “church”. That which is a Christian community filled with people who have a common belief. The liberal nature of my belief no longer allows me to sit through “worship”. Jesus was a Jewish man who fought for justice and taught lessons of divine truth and I do not believe he would have attended church today.

Jesus was a nomad, a rambler, touring around fishing and sharing stories. He told about the divine nature of people and asked them to watch what they say and do. He suggested we might be taken at any time, through death, and asked the people he taught to care about what kind of life and legacy they left behind. Jesus was not a Christian nor was he “The Christ”. He was enlightened with spiritual wellness and challenged the political views of the day.

Buddha was also a man who followed along a spiritual path seeking enlightenment. He was not a Buddhist nor would he attend gatherings in his name. He taught and asked people to care about how they lived in right relationship with each other and with nature and truth. He did not set out to start a movement. He set out to live his own life in a way that was conducive to being close to the soul.

I honestly do not know enough about Mohammed to even attempt to comment. So I will leave him to his own people and those who have studied and know him best.

What I do know is I hunger, like the Jesus and Buddha I have studied, to be in right relationships, both with myself and with that which I call God. The place where my soul lived and will return. The location that seems to feed the inspiration that drives the painful passion of my existence. We are in a consciousness shift so great it is painful, it is passionate, and it is dangerous to organized religion and those that hold on to it.

I am driven into the wilderness, nature and the quiet of blooming flowers and cobwebs wet with morning dew to walk and ponder who I am and what am I doing with this one beautiful life. The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

I hunger for spiritual community that is nature based. Maybe I will find it again … maybe I will create it … maybe it will find me! Either way, any way, on the way, I am working at it every day!