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The Calf Path — by S.W. Foss  (Exclusion is a manmade bit of idiocy)

The Calf Path — by S.W. Foss (Exclusion is a manmade bit of idiocy)

The Calf Path
by S.W. Foss

One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;

But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.

Since then three hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.

But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.

The trail was taken up next day,
By a lone dog that passed that way.

And then a wise bell-wether sheep,
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep;

And drew the flock behind him too,
As good bell-wethers always do.

And from that day, o’er hill and glade.
Through those old woods a path was made.

And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned, and bent about;

And uttered words of righteous wrath,
Because ’twas such a crooked path.

But still they followed – do not laugh –
The first migrations of that calf.

And through this winding wood-way stalked,
Because he wobbled when he walked.

This forest path became a lane,
that bent, and turned, and turned again.

This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load,

Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.

And thus a century and a half,
They trod the footsteps of that calf.

The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;

And this, before men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare;

And soon the central street was this,
Of a renowned metropolis;

And men two centuries and a half,
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.

Each day a hundred thousand rout,
Followed the zigzag calf about;

And o’er his crooked journey went,
The traffic of a continent.

A Hundred thousand men were led,
By one calf near three centuries dead.

They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;

For thus such reverence is lent,
To well established precedent.

A moral lesson this might teach,
Were I ordained and called to preach;

For men are prone to go it blind,
Along the calf-paths of the mind;

And work away from sun to sun,
To do what other men have done.

They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,

And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.

They keep the path a sacred grove,
Along which all their lives they move.

But how the wise old wood gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!

Ah! many things this tale might teach –
But I am not ordained to preach.

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Center For Action AND Contemplation —

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Transformation usually includes a disconcerting reorientation. Change can either help people to find a new meaning, or it can cause people to close down and turn bitter. The difference is determined by the quality of your inner life, what we call your “spirituality.” Change of itself just happens; but spiritual transformation must become an actual process of letting go, living in the confusing dark space for a while, and allowing yourself to be spit up on a new and unexpected shore. You can see why Jonah in the belly of the whale is such an important symbol for many Jews, Christians or people who are similarly labelled — who understand that labels too tightly pigeon hole them and those they label. There is no spiritual compartment or secular compartment. There is no compartment whatsoever. Labelling becomes all about moralistic behaviour modification and it does not work very long. You know this as self-evident. Change of mind by way of dropping fears, attachments and illusions (reducing or becoming as a child) involves humility because ‘humus’ or (earth) means, “Humility is Truth.” Needing to be noticed and doted on falls away and the perception of reality as it is, as acceptable as it is, is to be free from the weeds that created the white noise.  

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True transformation is the process of letting go. The word “change” normally refers to new beginnings. But transformation, the mystery we’re examining, more often happens not when something new begins but when something old falls apart. The pain of something old falling apart—chaos—invites the soul to listen at a deeper level. It invites and sometimes forces the soul to go to a new place because the old place is falling apart. Otherwise, most of us would never go to new places. The mystics use many words to describe this chaos: fire, darkness, death, emptiness, abandonment, trial, the Evil One.  Whatever it is, it does not feel good and it does not feel like God.  You will do anything to keep the old thing from falling apart.  This is when you need patience, guidance, and the freedom to let go instead of tightening your controls and certitudes.  Perhaps Jesus is describing this phenomenon when he says, “It is a narrow gate and a hard road that leads to life, and only a few find it” (Matthew 7:14). Not accidentally, he mentions this narrow road right after teaching the Golden Rule. Jesus knows how much letting go it takes to “treat others as you would like them to treat you” (7:12).  Transformation usually includes a disconcerting reorientation.  Change can either help people to find a new meaning, or it can cause people to close down and turn bitter.  The difference is determined by the quality of your inner life, what we call your “spirituality.”

And in case you’re wondering if what is being offered as a way to live peaceably now and with a sound mind consistently due to the ‘spiritual’ or ‘Christian’ emphasis herein, everything is Reality.   Distinctions between the profane and the pious don’t exist.  As your mind quiets, millions are confident that you won’t toss a fit over wordplay.  “I feel calm.”  And, “Christ is the real deal.”   Bear in mind, it is not in your mind.  A heart bent towards heaven has a mind of its own.  I say this not from never being a skeptic, but because many years of clinical therapy and coping mechanisms for this overthinking dude did not work.  When you’re in your head, you’re not a peace.  And when you’re at peace, you’re not in your head.  Mark that down.  

“But I didn’t ask to be born.”  Correct.  In fact, you’ve even underestimated your case.  You, the true self, pure awareness, “I knew you before you were knitted in your mother’s womb,” — SOUL — was never born and can never die.  The only thing that has ever separated you from God, Perfect Love, Christ, Reality, Holy Spirit, Gentle Friend, Spirit of Truth or whatever label you want to use — has been only the thought that She doesn’t love you or couldn’t love you.  Once you allow the sediments to settle to the bottom of the jar, the water becomes clear, perception is present.  “Be still and know that I am Presence.”  Also, “Because I Am, you are.”  Again, it is only the thought that acts as the obstruction and it is illusionary.  Drop that absurd idea that God could or would ever hate you — and let’s face it — you know people who you believe to be more loving, compassionate, forgiving, understanding, patient, and on your side than, very likely, the notion of the God you were sorrowfully given by fearful theologians.  Jesus did not die so that God would change His mind about humanity (there’s nothing to change!), Jesus died so that humanity would change their mind about God.  She or He is NOT a tyrant and it is a theological impossibility that you or I could be more caring, loving, patient and loving than God.  

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I am not serious dude. Walked the earth like a rock with eyelids long enough. Well, I’ve got to be when…. No, I am not serious unless something grave has occurred. LIGHTEN UP. REALITY AND ETERNAL SPIRIT IS ON YOUR SIDE! Who’d have thunk it? Stop reading about it and experience Her! Christ is cosmic, not bucolic. We really messed that up so press on and SEE the biggest picture. Oh. There’s about 20 trillion stars for everyone walking the earth at this second. You never had a realization for some slapdash reason. Look and see. SEE!

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The Universal Christ is no threat to anything but separateness, illusion, domination, and the imperial ego. In that sense, Jesus, the Christ, is the ultimate threat, but first of all to Christians. -Richard Rohr

I Am He who is, you are he who is not. Have you ever experienced your ‘is-notness?’ In the East, the view of God is Him as the Dancer and His creation as the dance. It isn’t as if God is the Big Dancer and you are the little dancers. Oh no! In the West, we’ve got it all wrong. We aren’t dancers at all. We are being danced. It is realizing that you are something other that who you thought you were. You thought you were center but now you experience yourself as satellite. You thought you were the dancer and now you experience yourself as danced.  -Anthony de Mello

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