Your description of your "Passions of Christ", as well as a reminder of why I'm "Living my dream" prompted me to create this to share with you.
When the social and cultural world seems to be so at odds with you, think of these words from the Beatitudes:
5 Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the earth. 6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, For they shall be filled. 7 Blessed are the merciful, For they shall obtain mercy. 8 Blessed are the pure in heart, For they shall see God. 9 Blessed are the peacemakers, For they shall be called sons of God. 10 Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
11 “Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. 12 Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you
As I mentioned in my S-E post, when the world appears to be forsaking you, you are closest to your own freedom and liberation. It is in that abandoned "aloneness", that nakednes, stripped of title and associated relationships of your past, that you reclaim your feral humanity in its virtuous nakedness.
All the bridges, bonds, and ties that connected you to a web of entanglements that were a soft prison of emotional extortions and sentiments are seen for the mirage that had you enchanted in the conjurings of the daily mantras of those illusions. You see that being stripped and denuded of co-status with that world has taken away the baggage that was preventing you from knowing the possibility of going through the "eye of the needle".
You look around at what you thought was the devastation of your life and you now see a clear path of liberty. That path of freedom has a greater appreciation for those things of devotion and meaning, since you are no longer diverted and distracted by the superficialities, the posturings, and the social pretensions. Yuhave your virtue back under your control.
Celebrate it and share it with the wandering pilgrim, the victim along the road, the seeker.
In solidarity.
De Nomad Pilgrim of Heresies of the temporal
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