February 12, 2018jsc
I am PeaceMonk. I have a story to tell.
From age 10 blessed with infrequent and totally unpredictable experiences of what I only know to call the Transcendent. Some in dream states, others in deep meditation, some just out of the blue. As walking from barns milking cows at dusk, come to greet my cousins, my father’s brother’s three daughters. I approach the woodshed’s large entry and a few feet within seated on the middle of the three steps up to kitchen door, I see them.
The middle girl is my age. Outline by the darkened interior their white dresses and white ankle stocking legs all akimbo, so involved giggling completely unaware of me. My eyes catch the middle girl, her legs gaping open, white panty crotch loose to expose the darkened slit within. My eyes rivet on the marvel of that beautiful curve. Drawn so powerfully I levitate, transfixed. I am aware of floating off to my right a few inches above the ground. I am weightless; Pure Energy in Bliss is how I would describe the experience. Even as I write these words I can feel that intensity (beyond erotic), and I can still feel the feeling as my right toe touches ground so softly.
That I hold Yoni as a very special grace both in theory and practice should be of no surprise.
A dream age 14: In dream I stare out my second floor farm house window transfixed at the great grey wall of a monastery, and hearing the chant from within, “my heart sucked in ecstasy behind the wall”. Instead in the dream, seeing a boy of 10 on a distant hill, sent away by Abbot to the city lighted by the morning sun … heart-broken with desire to live within the wall. The pain of that ache is so alive for me six decades later. I am monk at heart.
At age 50 in Zen Practice I experienced a disorienting instaneous ear splitting roar and blinding light. As I returned to breath counting, a rather gruff in my right ear loud voice, “return to the faith of your childhood.” I am grateful for His direction as I find great comfort in the deep mystical practices, Roman Catholic. These mystical practices, long neglected, have much to offer. St. Bernard begins,”Listen”.
At age 70 I entered Our Lady of Mepkin Monastery, Monks Corner, S.C., for three month discernment. My wife of forty one years deceased then almost two years, with intent to live behind the wall. Instead, in deep contemplation on the morning before I intended to accept Abbot Stan’s generous offer of Oblate to live within, Jesus once again. His Blazing Face and Piercing Eyes were blinding. I turned my head aside the image deeply imprinted as if to listen. These words from Him … mind to mind … “End War Forever”, “Do It”. Abbot Stan thought this very personal encounter the “real deal”. And so, I was once again turned aside living behind the wall. My life is not fully my own since hearing those so indelibility inked on my soul.
Now almost five years since that Encounter, the meaning End War Forever unfolding even as I am finding the doing the undoing of war is quite a task. Nothing kills a conversation quicker than my mentioning the idea of ending war forever, even amongst like mind people. Witch says the story has yet to catch the global imagination. But when it does …
A billion strong occupying virtual space in PeaceMonkPark2050 on the north east corner Avenue War and Peace Street can change the story from war and profit to justice and peace.