
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN CULTURAL HONESTY AND SPIRITUAL HONESTY? INFINITY
Welcome to all who travel, consciously, the journey between birth and physical death.
It is time to speak, to ramble, to yell, to say what is on your mind no matter how outrages it may seem. There is no other way to truth than to ramble with your unfiltered thoughts about life and its vagaries.
What to say and how to say it has always been the problem. To seek the polite way of communication, that is to speak with an acceptable voice that resonates with cultural politeness and deference, is often the way of the coward. This may seem harsh to most, but I am amazed at how many times we hide behind cultural politeness. Since cultural politeness is considered a virtue it becomes an insidious and convenient mask for cowardice.
The obvious problem is that cultural politeness often masks the truth by diluting it and making it palatable, and in so doing it makes the truth less attainable. Once this type of politeness takes root it helps to establish a belief system that seems very comfortable with its delusion of heroic qualities. The problem is the truth can only be masked so long, and if you are very lucky, the sham you really are will finally appear in all of its glorious ugliness. For many this is the beginning of their personal salvation.
The problem with salvation is that no one really knows a lot about it. We certainly hear a lot about it, but consider the source. What does it mean to be saved? Be assured while you will hear a lot about the conjecture of salvation here, I doubt if you will know any more about it when finished.
Nevertheless, I will muse on hoping to find some grain of spiritual honesty in my self that will make this journey through this mortal coil meaningful to me, and perhaps in some indirect way, to you.
Notice how language already is getting in the way. The words flow as if they have meaning, but to this point they only allude to the problem without directly confronting or defining it. This is what happens to most musing. It always ends in the same place.
How then to approach the self that lurks beneath the sheath of consciousness? (That self that gives up little of itself and still controls so much) Perhaps a good starting point is to question our virtues and see why we consider them virtues and if they in fact accomplish anything other than a “feel good mentality.”
How much delusionary goodness is allowed to exist because it makes us feel good? If you look at how morality is sold to us today from the moralizers that preach the current morality of the day, how much of their words call us to sacrifice, call us to do without, or to give up the impossible? Not many, for if they did there would be few takers and they would soon be an audience of one, themselves.
All truth demands sacrifice. Without sacrifice one wonders if humility is possible, since humility is the beginning of the search for truth. For with humility the eventual confrontation of self with all of its delusionary traps is inevitable, and because of this it marks the beginning of the journey into the darkness.
However, like the expectant butterfly you wait in the darkness in joyful expectation of becoming a butterfly. And when you become a butterfly you finally understand that cultural politeness is not politeness at all. And like the butterfly the journey may be a short one, but glorious nonetheless.
Brother Franco