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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 628522" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>So, that the heart presence is suffocated...that is the nature of sin. </p><p></p><p>Incredible.</p><p></p><p>I had always believed that religious belief involved accepting that we were all somehow sinners from before we were born, that we were all to spend our lives trying to store up enough good things to get to Heaven because Hell is not anywhere we want to wind up.</p><p></p><p>It never made sense to me, even as a child.</p><p></p><p>R.R.'s interpretation makes such beautiful sense.</p><p></p><p>Those things which keep us out of love, out of that loving place, are sins because they end, and we are alone. Alone is such a hard place. We take comfort from that outside thing, whatever it was. But every time we take it, it does just a little less for us. Whether we are talking drugs or gluttony or...or any of the "sins". We become trapped in a device of our own creation. The thing we need is right here and always was. We are learning how to find that place.</p><p></p><p>Extraordinary.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The necessary paths to a Heaven which, today, looks very different than it did before this morning's reading.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Another form of falling and dying...that would be another set of words for describing letting go of control.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>And when that happens, fear is over.</p><p></p><p>?</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I don't understand this one. But I do know shamans, magicians, people who claim out of body experiences are possible ~ all are saying something about the permeability of the line between life and death.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I met someone like that, once. She felt humble. She was kind and clear eyed and she felt sincere, aware, and humble.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Beautiful things to read this morning, COM.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 628522, member: 17461"] So, that the heart presence is suffocated...that is the nature of sin. Incredible. I had always believed that religious belief involved accepting that we were all somehow sinners from before we were born, that we were all to spend our lives trying to store up enough good things to get to Heaven because Hell is not anywhere we want to wind up. It never made sense to me, even as a child. R.R.'s interpretation makes such beautiful sense. Those things which keep us out of love, out of that loving place, are sins because they end, and we are alone. Alone is such a hard place. We take comfort from that outside thing, whatever it was. But every time we take it, it does just a little less for us. Whether we are talking drugs or gluttony or...or any of the "sins". We become trapped in a device of our own creation. The thing we need is right here and always was. We are learning how to find that place. Extraordinary. The necessary paths to a Heaven which, today, looks very different than it did before this morning's reading. Another form of falling and dying...that would be another set of words for describing letting go of control. And when that happens, fear is over. ? I don't understand this one. But I do know shamans, magicians, people who claim out of body experiences are possible ~ all are saying something about the permeability of the line between life and death. I met someone like that, once. She felt humble. She was kind and clear eyed and she felt sincere, aware, and humble. Beautiful things to read this morning, COM. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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