Holy

Something so beyond the limitations of our own small personality enters us and leaves its imprint. A place in which we meet oneself and or another person deeply and passionately or a way that transforms one in some way. An experience of the holy suddenly allows you to know yourself as an intricate part of all life and the cosmos.

 Example: Then, during the walking contemplation prior to the very last exercise – how dramatic can the unconscious be? What timing! – I began to feel an extension of my awareness. I could feel my existence streaming back through all time, like a river existing in all the past. But my river was flowing through my family. In some strange paradoxical way I was my whole past family stretching back for hundreds of years.

The holy is also a common action that we take for granted that are actually the foundations of life on Earth. Being the foundations of our existence they are seen as holy by our dreams self – such common things such as sex, eating, water, caring for our children, giving of ourselves, are all holy. The church treats eating and drinking as holy by making it a sacrament – disguising the fact that every act of eating is eating the body of God/Life, and makes sex also a sacrament by the marriage rite.

Example: I remember that I was rather lonely and sad for no particular reason and I was going on a date with myself to the planetarium.  In the dark planetarium, the stellar night sky covered the dome like a real night sky.  There was a grand zooming out process.  Starting with a person in a house to his city, to his country, continent, the earth, the solar system, our Milky Way galaxy, and to Local Group (the cluster 10), to supercluster and at last to the observable universe.  Watching the earth and our galaxy disappearing into a point as the zoom gets larger into the cosmos, I was overcome with a surging emotion in my chest.  Instead of deepening my despair, a grand sense of relief overwhelmed me, a sense of gratitude, a sense of the Holy.  It is hard to describe or explain.  Opening the knots in my heart, tears surged up because…  it was so beautiful.  I was infinitely alone yet infinitely not.  Coming out to the streets of NYC, everything and everyone was a wonder.  We are utterly insignificant in the scheme of things.  And I was elevated.  The Earth is so beautiful and our lives are so precious in its fragility. Quoted from Grace Park, Honors Seminar Spring 2003 – A Dream within a Dream – Modern Physic and Myth