There are places and experiences that speak to the soul, that develop our interior and allow us to grow, to learn….to become. Inevitably I find that silence always surrounds these. Those who spend their lives filling the void with noise…something to distract them from the reality that they are alone, will always struggle to develop and mature as humans, as man and woman, and whatever awaits us beyond the mortal toil we call life.
Religions throughout the world endeavor to provide a “path” to attain greater awareness of ones self, and the “hidden” truths of the Universe. I’m not going to attack those…even though I no longer traverse those courses, I enjoy the fact that they provide a starting point for those who want something more…who need to know. I believe the most earnest will eventually either always become a conservative or devout of their particular religion, or they will discover what necessitates their departure from that religion; because the most earnest always are driven to the furthest point in the swing of the pendulum; I speak from experience, and I know both roads well.
This morning, I decided about 6:30am that I needed a day of physical rest. Work has been taxing through the holidays, and I started a new workout routine for the year at my gym that is very demanding. So I stayed in bed until 1pm. (I never do this.) Yet I was at the perfect temperature under my comforter; there are no windows in my boudoir, so the darkness is complete. In the dark, when nothing can be seen, there is a silence that overwhelms the senses…I love it. I lay there exhausted, but tranquil. I enjoy this so much that I lay beneath this shroud for hours, and when I arose, even though I had not slept…I was reborn, relaxed…rejuvenated.
I know that it is taught that meditation should impose certain postures; and I do not doubt the discipline that these require foster greater ability to focus the mind, but it is NOT the only way to meditate, and for my Christian readers, on ones knees is not the only way to pray. If you going to converse with God, the first requirement is not posture…it is the realization that if you are talking, you ain’t listening! Christianity for me, at least the modern Christian church, is nothing more than a preschool for would be souls. Have you ever walked into kindergarten, it is den of structured chaos. Every child wanting the attention of the teacher, or anyone for that matter, while following a program to lead them through the day. A prayer retreat, meeting, even a so-called humble saying of grace before a meal are always one sided…except for the prophet (ironically now termed paranoid schizophrenic if they actually hear the voice of God). The truth though is that God doesn’t speak with words, you have to listen to the silence. If you heard thoughts in your head, telling you something, that wasn’t you…I assure you, it wasn’t God either! It’s difficult to grasp that sometimes are need for the implicit barricades are desires for ascendance in understanding. A child prior to the age of 7 can rarely think of things in an
abstract sense. As adults the idea of something is given the definition that we need to consider it concrete even though we don’t see it or hear it. Yet, we don’t really always make the connection. People usually assume prayer is one way…them asking God. Some leap further, and then anything coming to them is God speaking to them; a mistake! If you want to communicate with an entity that isn’t us, you have to strive to find a way that can’t be anything else. Silence is that path. Silence can’t be used to sway you one way or another; it has one purpose, “to be still and know.” (psalm 46:10) If you want to know Truth, then you must separate from the hustle and bustle and be still…if you can’t break away and be alone (even when you already are alone) then how do expect to ever know the one you claim to be praying to?
“But Jesus Himself would often slip away to the wilderness and pray.” (Luke 5:16)
“he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. Later that night, he was there alone” (Matthew 14:23)
“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.” (Mark 1:35)
I’ll be the first to admit: I don’t have a conservative approach to scriptures. I quote these merely to show that a very wise man, knew where to find the source of Truth he sought, and he chose times when he could be alone, when it was dark, and when it was silent. Just saying!!
My advice: take a few minutes to just be alone, and turn off the television! You don’t really need the noise. And discover something about yourself. The more you discover about you, the more you will be able to relate to the God you seek.