February 12, 2018jsc
I am PeaceMonk. This is my story.
From early age 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. A boy of 10 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 perhaps ten feet or so a few inches above the ground. I am weightless; Pure Energy not erotic but beatific. Even as I write these words I can feel that blissful intensity, and the feeling as I alight and my right toe touches ground so softly. A gift honoring the feminine principle of Life.
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 on a distant hill, sent away by Abbot to the city golden roof tops 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. The call of the monk.
At age 50 in Zen Practice I experienced a disorienting instaneous ear splitting roar and blinding light. No other thunder or lighting. I returned to breath counting and then 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 spiritual practices, long neglected, have much to offer every day life. St. Bernard begins, ”Listen”. The gift of listening in deep silence to profound mysteries.
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 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. The call takes you where you do not want to go.
Now almost five years since that Encounter, the meaning of the meme 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 mentioning the idea of ending war forever, evidence of humanity war conscious dominant. Which says the story end war forever has yet to catch the global imagination. But when it does …
Stand with me to occupy virtual space a billion strong. In an act of global imagination you will find me in PeaceMonkPark2050 on the north east corner Avenue War and Peace Street. Let us connect as one on ending war.
Our mission is to march a cheering humanity down Peace Street and end war forever.
Your signature in Guest Book registers you as present in PeaceMonkPark2050. Your signature a link in the global platform for humanity law dominant conscious and ending war. Einstein's hope a reality.
In the Name of Peace I Come,