I find the sacred (place of binding or saq in Proto-Latin) in the illusions of the flesh.  The very idea of the sacred repels my egalitarian nature as sacred implies a thing set apart for special veneration (originally the priest of the temple or the temple precincts)  People tend to use this word when they are trying to sound enlightened, something that I have begun to notice in the answers to the more esoteric or abstract community questions and reflections.  Note that it often takes me a month to post a response to a Gaia Community Question.  It often requires that long for me to have truly and sufficiently reflected on the deeper implications of the language of the question.

I teach nothing.  I am a humble student of the divine, always working to understand and embnody the perfection that is explored by the Christ figure of the later Semitic religions.  It is true that in my daily life, I spend many hours helping those who cannot deal with the beauty of mathematics (especially Calculus) come to a place whereing they view this powerful vision in a new and comprehensible way, but those that I tutor help me more than I help them.  I often feel a little 'guilty' about being paid for the opportunities that these wondrous men (and I tutor men in a single-gender group home) give to me as we explore the inner structure of perfection in the form of math.

Corn:). Actually, I am cultivating the feeliig of sacred living among those with whom I associate.  Sacred living is predicated on the idea that all things, no matter what they are, constitute a representation of the divine within.  Throughout the ages, great thinkers and religious masters have looked at the world through the eyes of wonder and awe.  I have, for a very long time, disliked the idea of awe.  Awe is, according to the etymology online, is, ".1200, from O.N. agi "fright," from P.Gmc. *agiz- (cf. O.E. ege "fear," O.H.G. agiso "fright, terror," Goth. agis "fear, anguish"), from PIE *agh-es- (cf. Gk. akhos "pain, grief"), from base *agh- "to be depressed, be afraid" . Current sense of "dread mixed with veneration" is due to biblical use with ref. to the Supreme Being. The verb is first attested 1303. Awestruck is from 1634. Awesome first recorded 1598; colloquial sense of "excellent" is from 1980. " (Online Etymology Dictionary, through igoogle xlstools) and according to Cambridge, "noun [U]
a feeling of great respect sometimes mixed with fear or surprise:
I've always held musicians in awe.  As children we were rather in awe of our grandfather." (http://www.cambridge.org/)


You can't help but stand in awe of (= respect greatly and fear slightly) powerful people."
I have an issue with the idea of living in fear or a feeling that is somehow associated with fear.  However, recently I have come to the understanding that this is not exactly what we mean when we use this term, not that fear has no part of the experience.  We refer to an awe-inspiring experience as one that brings us to that place of deep reverence, and it is in this context that we confuse the idea of fear with the idea of the sacred moment.

Awe is an outwelling of pure joy thtat so overwhelms us that we cannot but stand looking at the moment feeling the power and momentum of the feelings wash over us with no controls and no limit.  It is in this lack of control that we feel the fear.  Humans, in general, are in need of being in control anfd when we are totally overcome by a moment's experience, we confuse the power of joyous interaction with the debilitation of fear.

It is this moment of pure emotional connexion with the ALL that I am cultivating in the world.  As I have said in an earlier post, I live by the principle Christ and Crowley both proclaimed, "WORSHIP ALL!!"  In this garden there are many fruits and the greatest among them is the fruit of authentic love.

There is nothing more important for me in 'others' is authenticity.  If there was one thing that I would love to be able to gift to humanity in general it would be the courage and daringness to live an absolutely authentic life: lying about nothing , hiding behind no masks, living evry moment in the moment.

Pretty much anything I choose to find interesting.  Easy is a relative term.  Although some things may be difficult to learn, or difficult to perform, they are easy iin the sense that I enjoy the challenge of learning them.

I guess I will answer this without too much parsing of language.  I get quotes from Neale Donald Walsh all the time from this site, yet I see the admins still usiing 'want', 'need', and the like.  I want for nothing.  I desire to live in a world wherein the judgement of a person's "morals" is not based on a particular religion, but on a reasoned verifiabe ethical standard.  The question , "Does it work?" comes to mind in this discussion of the ethical standard.  That, of course, requires a person who is truly seeking to explore some very basic and primal definitions.  My ethical standard came from spending five years contemplating the question, "What if everything I thought was right, is wrong?" and the corollary "What if everything I thought was wrong, is right?"  Note that the loaded language of right and wrong were use in these questions purposely.  I desire to live in a world wherin every person had done this and honestly come out the other side.  The twelve people, from many walks of life and traditions, that I have seen do this, all came to identical conclusions of the ethical standard.

I guess enough is exactly what I have all the time.  There is a concept by which you are content and happy with what you have at the instant that you have it.  When it is removed for somereason, you do not miss it or continue to desire it.  This is the place in which I find myself living.

I remeber laying in bed with my mother on the night that the astronauts first set foot on the moon.  My father was at work and my sister was just a newborn.  My mother and I didn't get a lot of timew together any more since the new baby had arrived.  We were in bed, looking out of her bedroom window.  You could just see a slice of the sky between the house and the shed in front of her window.  I remeber looking up at this tiny slice of sky and seeing the moon.  I turned to my mother and said that I could see the men walking on the moon.

Rebellion is a reletive term.  What would be rebellious for one person is a matter of course for another.  I have been rebellious all of my life, from the moment I, as a teenager, actively tried to get my parents to divorce to the moment that I decided to simply live life authentically and on my own terms.  I feel that the latter act was the most rebellious act I have ever done.

Modern and Classical statuery.  I find it very ploeasing to walk through Rome, enjoying the many works of art on display for the public.