I finished the book \”Varieties of Religious Experience\” by William James.
I finished my Sunday workout: 97 minutes of exercise equipment in my one bedroom apartment, and then an 11 mile run in the park. I ran in 36F temps with a strong east wind. As I type now, there is a light snow falling but it won\’t really amount to anything.
You may have noticed that while I was reading James, I quietly put down \”A Course in Miracles.\” Next to look at is several articles by Paul Brunton and \”Metaphysics\” by Aristotle.
At work, I may be in transition or maybe not. I interviewed for a promotion on Friday. The interview went well, but there are forces in the company beyond my control. And so here is the rub, the spiritual connection.
I am dependent on a higher consciousness (to which I don\’t have direct access) to work out the so-called \”luck\” or favoritism for me to get the promotion. I believe in the presence of the higher consciousness. My life seems to go better when I think my life is not my own but belongs to it. This moment in my history could be the end of a trail of delusions which I call spirituality. However, I don\’t believe I will turn off my faith. I can\’t control the volume of the higher consciousness\’s voice speaking quietly (if at all). The best I can do is maintain interior silence, listen to the silence, and then suit up and show up for my exterior life.
Life is either a blessing or a curse. I get the blessing if I put faith in my spiritual delusion and not the world.
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