Lantern of the Hermit

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

MARK GERZON: THE REUNITED STATES OF AMERICA...

HOW WE CAN BRIDGE THE PARTISAN DIVIDE

"Although we come from opposite ends of the political spectrum, we believe our country needs to come together. "The Reunited States of America: How We Can Cross the Partisan Divide" will help us do that. It reconnects us to our country's motto - 'out of many, one' - and helps us meet the challenge of reuniting the country that we both love."

- Grover Norquist, president, Americans for Tax Reform & Joan Blades, co-founder MoveOn.org and Living Room Conversations

THE AMERICAN RELAYER ~ Issue #9

Politics in the United States

Source: http://www.markgerzon.com/

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWHI6ivAV0o

Sunday, April 16, 2017

THE ABBOT AND THE RABBI... A MESSAGE FOR SIRIUS!

The Monastery and the Rabbi
A Version of The Rabbi's Gift

During Thursday Night Meeting this week at Sirius Community, our Core Group Member representing the Hearthstone Village told us an interesting story that resonated with me as a parallel situation to one we have here: an aging community in search of rebirth. ~ JDHWB-R

THE RABBI'S GIFT

Different Drum version by Dr. M. Scott Peck

The story concerns a monastery that had fallen upon hard times. Once a great order, as a result of waves of antimonastic persecution in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries and the rise of secularism in the nineteenth, all its branch houses were lost and it had become decimated to the extent that there were only five monks left in the decaying mother house: the abbot and four others, all over seventy in age. Clearly it was a dying order.

In the deep woods surrounding the monastery there was a little hut that a rabbi from a nearby town occasionally used for a hermitage. Through their many years of prayer and contemplation the old monks had become a bit psychic, so they could always sense when the rabbi was in his hermitage. "The rabbi is in the woods, the rabbi is in the woods again " they would whisper to each other. As he agonized over the imminent death of his order, it occurred to the abbot at one such time to visit the hermitage and ask the rabbi if by some possible chance he could offer any advice that might save the monastery.

The rabbi welcomed the abbot at his hut. But when the abbot explained the purpose of his visit, the rabbi could only commiserate with him. "I know how it is," he exclaimed. "The spirit has gone out of the people. It is the same in my town. Almost no one comes to the synagogue anymore." So the old abbot and the old rabbi wept together. Then they read parts of the Torah and quietly spoke of deep things. The time came when the abbot had to leave. They embraced each other. "It has been a wonderful thing that we should meet after all these years, "the abbot said, "but I have still failed in my purpose for coming here. Is there nothing you can tell me, no piece of advice you can give me that would help me save my dying order?"

"No, I am sorry," the rabbi responded. "I have no advice to give. The only thing I can tell you is that the Messiah is one of you."

When the abbot returned to the monastery his fellow monks gathered around him to ask, "Well what did the rabbi say?" "He couldn't help," the abbot answered. "We just wept and read the Torah together. The only thing he did say, just as I was leaving - it was something cryptic - was that the Messiah is one of us. I don't know what he meant."

In the days and weeks and months that followed, the old monks pondered this and wondered whether there was any possible significance to the rabbi's words. The Messiah is one of us? Could he possibly have meant one of us monks here at the monastery? If that's the case, which one? Do you suppose he meant the abbot? Yes, if he meant anyone, he probably meant Father Abbot. He has been our leader for more than a generation. On the other hand, he might have meant Brother Thomas. Certainly Brother Thomas is a holy man. Everyone knows that Thomas is a man of light. Certainly he could not have meant Brother Elred! Elred gets crotchety at times. But come to think of it, even though he is a thorn in people's sides, when you look back on it, Elred is virtually always right. Often very right. Maybe the rabbi did mean Brother Elred. But surely not Brother Phillip. Phillip is so passive, a real nobody. But then, almost mysteriously, he has a gift for somehow always being there when you need him. He just magically appears by your side. Maybe Phillip is the Messiah. Of course the rabbi didn't mean me. He couldn't possibly have meant me. I'm just an ordinary person. Yet supposing he did? Suppose I am the Messiah? O God, not me. I couldn't be that much for You, could I?

As they contemplated in this manner, the old monks began to treat each other with extraordinary respect on the off chance that one among them might be the Messiah. And on the off off chance that each monk himself might be the Messiah, they began to treat themselves with extraordinary respect.

Because the forest in which it was situated was beautiful, it so happened that people still occasionally came to visit the monastery to picnic on its tiny lawn, to wander along some of its paths, even now and then to go into the dilapidated chapel to meditate. As they did so, without even being conscious of it, they sensed the aura of extraordinary respect that now began to surround the five old monks and seemed to radiate out from them and permeate the atmosphere of the place. There was something strangely attractive, even compelling, about it. Hardly knowing why, they began to come back to the monastery more frequently to picnic, to play, to pray. They began to bring their friends to show them this special place. And their friends brought their friends.

Then it happened that some of the younger men who came to visit the monastery started to talk more and more with the old monks. After a while one asked if he could join them. Then another. And another. So within a few years the monastery had once again become a thriving order and, thanks to the rabbi's gift, a vibrant center of light and spirituality in the realm.

Source: http://www.community4me.com/rabbisgift.html

Image Source: http://www.siriuscommunity.org/

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

An April "Pink" Moon Waxes Full Above the Sirius Community!

Full Moon at the Connecting Space

~ The April full moon is known as the "Pink Moon" and peaks at 2:08 a.m. EDT (0608 GMT). ~

The other day (Palm Sunday) I drove into Northampton, Massachusetts to participate in Dance Spirit, a free-form dancing event held from 10 am – 12 pm in social hall at Congregation B’nai Israel. Where the DJ is stationed, there is a painting by a child who printed her name in hot pink in the middle of it: The same first name as an individual involved with our “doings” online directed at “deconstructing the construct” or holographic projection of Life in third density formerly known as reality. Also, in upper left quadrant of this child's painting are pink clouds. Is Pink a key color that signifies The Event? ~ JDHWB-R