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November 2009 
What makes something sacred?
Posted on Oct 12th, 2009
by 
rudyan
rudyan
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for October 11, 2009:
Me. My eyes. How I choose to interpret what's in front of me.
A week or so ago I had a dream about leaks in the ceiling of my apartment---pails everywhere, towels sopping up the overflow. In my dream I woke up in the middle of the night to find the pail I'd placed under the burnt-out ceiling light in my bedroom was almost full of a viscous, oil-like black substance. I took the pail into the bathroom and placed it with other pails and towels already there, then watched in horror when a little lamb came up to drink from it. I waited, sure the lamb must die. But it kept drinking, and after a while I went closer to look into the pail. It was water in there, pure, clear.
In the dream and after I woke up, I was left to wonder: At what point did that vile- looking substance in the pail become water, or was it always that? Did the evil, the ugliness, live only in my perception, in my bedroom (asleep, unaware) eyes?
I know only this, that where I saw waste, poison, the lamb saw sustenance, holy water.
A week or so ago I had a dream about leaks in the ceiling of my apartment---pails everywhere, towels sopping up the overflow. In my dream I woke up in the middle of the night to find the pail I'd placed under the burnt-out ceiling light in my bedroom was almost full of a viscous, oil-like black substance. I took the pail into the bathroom and placed it with other pails and towels already there, then watched in horror when a little lamb came up to drink from it. I waited, sure the lamb must die. But it kept drinking, and after a while I went closer to look into the pail. It was water in there, pure, clear.
In the dream and after I woke up, I was left to wonder: At what point did that vile- looking substance in the pail become water, or was it always that? Did the evil, the ugliness, live only in my perception, in my bedroom (asleep, unaware) eyes?
I know only this, that where I saw waste, poison, the lamb saw sustenance, holy water.
The Mask and the Mirror
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the sacred surrounds me. There is not a place that the sacred is not. When I am in alignment with my heart, centered in my breath, open and compassionate, I awaken more consciously to that energy. all that I see and feel is sacred.
Yes, that's how I feel, and when I don't I question only the authenticity of my seeing. And look again.
Thank you.