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As I understand it, Christ went back to his origin outside the cave and left the Holy spirit to help us inside the cave on our journey towards awakening. Naturally then, being inside the cave, it would be naive for me to talk about my experiences with Christ. My purpose now is to acquire the psychological means in order to become free of attachments to cave life. This in turn requires a quality of detachment and conscious attention unnatural for cave life governed by unconscious reaction in order to "Know Thyself." So Christian exercises including prayer are designed to lead to awakening rather than to experience Christ. First things first. We must get out of our own way for the sake of experiential reality and the experience of life outside the cave.
Simone Weil had such experiences. At one time she was an atheist and communist but her dedication to truth allowed her to develop a quality of attention and detachment second to none. It is this I believe that allowed her to experience Christ and what Paul describes as the third heaven:
2 Corinthians 12
I believe her division of infinities leads to the third heaven. She said
excerpted from WAITING FOR GOD by Simone Weil - Harper & Row, New York, 1951, translated by Emma Craufurd (title is also translated as "Waiting ON God")
French © La Colombe Edition du Vieux Colombier, 1950
English © G.P.Putnam's & Sons and Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1951, 1979
All Rights Reserved
Reading Simone I see how far I am from Christ and how important the Holy Spirit is for me to get out of my own way before concentration on Christ can become anything more than misguided idolatry.
Why is the faith of the centurion regarded so highly by Jesus?
This is a very deep passage with layers of meaning but in relation to the point I am making, the centurion is actually a "middle" between the higher he is receptive to and the lower to which he channels help. "Presence" is really an inner psychological alignment that connects the higher and lower in our being through the middle which is the beginning of true "I". When we are "present" we are a middle connecting the higher and lower. Our trouble is that we are rarely present so in reality do not have the faith OF Christ, we have no "I".
So for me, Christianity is the willingness to become real, consciously carry ones cross for the sake of becoming oneself, rather than passing the buck onto a fantasy Christ conjured by our defense mechnanisms.
As I understand it, Christ went back to his origin outside the cave and left the Holy spirit to help us inside the cave on our journey towards awakening. Naturally then, being inside the cave, it would be naive for me to talk about my experiences with Christ. My purpose now is to acquire the psychological means in order to become free of attachments to cave life. This in turn requires a quality of detachment and conscious attention unnatural for cave life governed by unconscious reaction in order to "Know Thyself." So Christian exercises including prayer are designed to lead to awakening rather than to experience Christ. First things first. We must get out of our own way for the sake of experiential reality and the experience of life outside the cave.
Simone Weil had such experiences. At one time she was an atheist and communist but her dedication to truth allowed her to develop a quality of attention and detachment second to none. It is this I believe that allowed her to experience Christ and what Paul describes as the third heaven:
2 Corinthians 12
1I must go on boasting. Although there is nothing to be gained, I will go on to visions and revelations from the Lord. 2I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven. Whether it was in the body or out of the body I do not know—God knows. 3And I know that this man—whether in the body or apart from the body I do not know, but God knows— 4was caught up to paradise. He heard inexpressible things, things that man is not permitted to tell. 5I will boast about a man like that, but I will not boast about myself, except about my weaknesses. 6Even if I should choose to boast, I would not be a fool, because I would be speaking the truth. But I refrain, so no one will think more of me than is warranted by what I do or say.
I believe her division of infinities leads to the third heaven. She said
There was a young English Catholic there from whom I gained my first idea of the supernatural power of the sacraments because of the truly angelic radiance with which he seemed to be clothed after going to communion. Chance -- for I always prefer saying chance rather than Providence -- made of him a messenger to me. For he told me of the existence of those English poets of the seventeenth century who are named metaphysical. In reading them later on, I discovered the poem of which I read you what is unfortunately a very inadequate translation. It is called "Love". I learned it by heart. Often, at the culminating point of a violent headache, I make myself say it over, concentrating all my attention upon it and clinging with all my soul to the tenderness it enshrines. I used to think I was merely reciting it as a beautiful poem, but without my knowing it the recitation had the virtue of a prayer. It was during one of these recitations that, as I told you, Christ himself came down and took possession of me.
In my arguments about the insolubility of the problem of God I had never foreseen the possibility of that, of a real contact, person to person, here below, between a human being and God I had vaguely heard tell of things of this kind, but I had never believed in them. In the Fioretti the accounts of apparitions rather put me off if anything, like the miracles in the Gospel. Moreover, in this sudden possession of me by Christ, neither my senses nor my imagination had any part; I only felt in the midst of my suffering the presence of a love, like that which one can read in the smile on a beloved face.
I had never read any mystical works because I had never felt any call to read them. In reading as in other things I have always striven to practice obedience. There is nothing more favorable to intellectual progress, for as far as possible I only read what I am hungry for at the moment when I have an appetite for it, and then I do not read, I eat. God in his mercy had prevented me from reading the mystics, so that it should be evident to me that I had not invented this absolutely unexpected contact.
Yet I still half refused, not my love but my intelligence. For it seemed to me certain, and I still think so today, that one can never wrestle enough with God if one does so out of pure regard for the truth. Christ likes us to prefer truth to him because, before being Christ, he is truth. If one turns aside from him to go toward the truth, one will not go far before falling into his arms.
After this I came to feel that Plato was a mystic, that all the Iliad is bathed in Christian light, and that Dionysus and Osiris are in a certain sense Christ himself; and my love was thereby redoubled.
I never wondered whether Jesus was or was not the Incarnation of God; but in fact I was incapable of thinking of him without thinking of him as God.
In the spring of 1940 I read the Bhagavad-Gita. Strange to say it was in reading those marvelous words, words with such a Christian sound, put into the mouth of an incarnation of God, that I came to feel strongly that we owe an allegiance to religious truth which is quite different from the admiration we accord to a beautiful poem; it is something far more categorical.
During all this time of spiritual progress I had never prayed. I was afraid of the power of suggestion that is in prayer -- the very power for which Pascal recommends it. Pascal's method seems to me one of the worst for attaining faith.
Contact with you was not able to persuade me to pray. On the contrary I thought the danger was all the greater, since I also had to beware of the power of suggestion in my friendship with you. At the same time I found it very difficult not to pray and not to tell you so. Moreover I knew I could not tell you without completely misleading you about myself. At that time I should not have been able to make you understand.
Until last September I had never once prayed in all my life, at least not in the literal sense of the word. I had never said any words to God, either out loud or mentally. I had never pronounced a liturgical prayer. I had occasionally recited the Salve Regina, but only as a beautiful poem.
Last summer, doing Greek with T-, I went through the Our Father word for word in Greek. We promised each other to learn it by heart. I do not think he ever did so, but some weeks later, as I was turning over the pages of the Gospel, I said to myself that since I had promised to do this thing and it was good, I ought to do it. I did it. The infinite sweetness of this Greek text so took hold of me that for several days I could not stop myself from saying it over all the time. A week afterward I began the vine harvest I recited the Our Father in Greek every day before work, and I repeated it very often in the vineyard.
Since that time I have made a practice of saying it through once each morning with absolute attention. If during the recitation my attention wanders or goes to sleep, in the minutest degree, I begin again until I have once succeeded in going through it with absolutely pure attention. Sometimes it comes about that I say it again out of sheer pleasure, but I only do it if I really feel the impulse.
The effect of this practice is extraordinary and surprises me every time, for, although I experience it each day, it exceeds my expectation at each repetition.
At times the very first words tear my thoughts from my body and transport it to a place outside space where there is neither perspective nor point of view. The infinity of the ordinary expanses of perception is replaced by an infinity to the second or sometimes the third degree. At the same time, filling every part of this infinity of infinity, there is silence, a silence which is not an absence of sound but which is the object of a positive sensation, more positive than that of sound. Noises, if there are any, only reach me after crossing this silence.
Sometimes, also, during this recitation or at other moments, Christ is present with me in person, but his presence is infinitely more real, more moving, more clear than on that first occasion when he took possession of me.
I should never have been able to take it upon myself to tell you all this had it not been for the fact that I am going away. And as I am going more or less with the idea of probable death, I do not believe that I have the right to keep it to myself. For after all, the whole of this matter is not a question concerning me myself. It concerns God. I am really nothing in it all. If one could imagine any possibility of error in God, I should think that it had all happened to me by mistake. But perhaps God likes to use castaway objects, waste, rejects. After all, should the bread of the host be moldy, it would become the Body of Christ just the same after the priest had consecrated it. Only it cannot refuse, while we can disobey. It sometimes seems to me that when I am treated in so merciful a way, every sin on my part must be a mortal sin. And I am constantly committing them....
excerpted from WAITING FOR GOD by Simone Weil - Harper & Row, New York, 1951, translated by Emma Craufurd (title is also translated as "Waiting ON God")
French © La Colombe Edition du Vieux Colombier, 1950
English © G.P.Putnam's & Sons and Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1951, 1979
All Rights Reserved
Reading Simone I see how far I am from Christ and how important the Holy Spirit is for me to get out of my own way before concentration on Christ can become anything more than misguided idolatry.
Why is the faith of the centurion regarded so highly by Jesus?
Luke 7
1When Jesus had finished saying all this in the hearing of the people, he entered Capernaum. 2There a centurion's servant, whom his master valued highly, was sick and about to die. 3The centurion heard of Jesus and sent some elders of the Jews to him, asking him to come and heal his servant. 4When they came to Jesus, they pleaded earnestly with him, "This man deserves to have you do this, 5because he loves our nation and has built our synagogue." 6So Jesus went with them.
He was not far from the house when the centurion sent friends to say to him: "Lord, don't trouble yourself, for I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. 7That is why I did not even consider myself worthy to come to you. But say the word, and my servant will be healed. 8For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell this one, 'Go,' and he goes; and that one, 'Come,' and he comes. I say to my servant, 'Do this,' and he does it."
9When Jesus heard this, he was amazed at him, and turning to the crowd following him, he said, "I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel." 10Then the men who had been sent returned to the house and found the servant well.
This is a very deep passage with layers of meaning but in relation to the point I am making, the centurion is actually a "middle" between the higher he is receptive to and the lower to which he channels help. "Presence" is really an inner psychological alignment that connects the higher and lower in our being through the middle which is the beginning of true "I". When we are "present" we are a middle connecting the higher and lower. Our trouble is that we are rarely present so in reality do not have the faith OF Christ, we have no "I".
So for me, Christianity is the willingness to become real, consciously carry ones cross for the sake of becoming oneself, rather than passing the buck onto a fantasy Christ conjured by our defense mechnanisms.