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Simply Awake

Ch#1e     Simply Awake - This a rough sub-chapter writing of my third book in recovery, 1st Chapter, day 5 Scriptural Text: I Peter 1: 22-25 (Peter's Epistle bring the back story of this writing) I just left a memorial service at my new church. She, a 70+ woman who passed, is a delightful soul, her smiling eyes ever betraying a mischievous spirit, just underneath her air of sainthood.  In our "Prime Timer's group she was the only woman, who when playing cards or rolling dice, would risk everything in a last effort to come in first; never content to play it safe and land a respectable 2nd or third or eighth place. Gotta love that.  In the raucous, dangerous environment of Rome, 65 A.D. it was Christians with Suzy's spirit that would step into the darkened spaces of Rome's capital city, whose very street lights included the burning flame of Christians hung and gassed; These, charged by Emperor Nero as traitors.  The source of Suzy's strength was that of an authen...

From Where, Here

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 There was an old word I grew up with that captures the tension inside the writings of these 180 days; conspicuence . It is a word that images the human frailty that makes us vulnerable to desire, whether for  ravenous consuming, sexual pleasure as its own end or an inordinate focus on one's identity or dignity.  Conspicuence is the non-rational, fleshly need for comforting and nurturing and possessing whatever our ego, body or soul longs for. Conspicuence flows underneath consciousness, its hunger always hiding in the shadows of perceived unfulfilled need. It's at least a cousin to what we moderns reference as "lust" as possessing a pleasure, person or experience; lust rooted in the memory, unfelt till suddenly awakened by a stimuli of smell, taste, touch, sight or hearing propelled by previous experience or even previous cultural memory captured by iconic imagery. Did I say awakened? Augustine, I think wisely, rooted this inordinate need as a privational hunger; the...