If you're somewhat new to spirituality you might not have learned how to spot fellow practitioners who outwardly love God or the Dharma, but secretly see religion as an instrument of political power, rather than a living prayer to the divine.
On the left, it's often yogis and Buddhists who understand we are all one until it's time to play identity politics, and who are compassionate to all beings - except the scapegoat of the moment. On the right, it's often Christians who value Christendom more than the living Word, who hate and fear the wayward people that Jesus loved the most, and who seek a life of ease rather than the burden of the cross. In both cases, it's people who would rather sacrifice their beliefs for political expedience than withstand the true pain and loneliness of integrity. You can see it - in their self-hatred, their tortured relationship to control and social influence, and in the absence of nuance with which they conceive of the Other.
There are so, so many of these people. Most of us are, until we learn a better way. It's a product of the default, unconscious mode of being.
Most of us don't realize this about ourselves, until we are tested by a crisis that demands we choose between our desire for power and our commitment to truth. And when this happens, if someone gives in, it becomes a truly mindfucking, heartbreaking thing to see from the outside.
Friends that you loved and looked up to suddenly grow dark and begin to indulge their worst instincts, in the name of compassion and liberation. You watch them become brutal and cruel to those that disagree or dare to speak up against them. They burn their own practice down, and sometimes, they commit the heinous act of dividing and breaking their own relationships. All to avoid facing their own weakness, with honesty and humility.
There used to be a poster on this website, with whom I was very close, that did precisely this even as he loudly decried it in others. He didn't see it in himself. He thought he was an exception. I think most do.
It's now so common in 21st century America to see people destroy their essential relationships in the name of politics that it's practically banal to talk about it in the abstract. But in each particular situation, it is a fresh grief, something beautiful and irreplaceable senselessly burned to the ground. There are some bonds that are fundamental to a person's well-being, once they are established. You might even call them sacred. These include the bonds of family, marriage and sangha/faith community. It should be a major, life-changing event when these bonds break. It's a profound rift, the pain of which remains long after anger has cooled. Do not do this without time, careful thought, prayer and consultation with people who are important to you. Be extremely careful about letting anyone into your confidence who has.
If you have done this, and the grief of it still stalks you, there's only one thing you can do: have the courage to own your part of it and do what you can to make amends. You may not be able to save the relationship, but if you are humble and learn from your mistake, you might get a chance to create a bond with someone new.
In spirituality, we often talk about the need for vulnerability, but we don't often talk about the dangers of it, or when it's wise to allow it. There are times you need to guard your heart, and we are in one of them now. We're surrounded by perennially frustrated ideologues, carnivorous status strivers, and surface-skimming saints who are secretly, desperately looking for someone to be cruel to. It's madness to be vulnerable with someone caught in these cycles.
Keep your heart and mind on your practice, on compassion and service, on the divine, and let everything else fall away. Those who remain, who are also turned toward the sacred - those are the ones capable of true connection. Of true, enduring love.
No law, election or revolution can ever take the place of that.
the singular meaning to your life is to go to bed every night exhausted from doing hard work alongside people you love and trust
your brain was wired for this, scripture tells us this, just accept it
Well, it's eat a bird day. Feels like the last eat a bird day was just yesterday, but here we are again, on the special day where we eat that dang bird.
You just popped the new Blink-182 CD in your mom’s car as she takes you to get the new Mario and Spider-Man games. You grab a pizza on the way home and your friends are coming to sleep over. Life is good. The year is 2023 and you are 34 years old.
There’s nothing I love more than stripping things back for some old time jams. The sound you’re hearing comes from a gourd viola & banjo made by @MenziesInstrum1. They’re reproductions of instruments from the 1800s & with them they bring back the history & voices of our ancestors