Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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tasting the grace of the Holy Spirit

It is in the death flow 3:46 PM Thursday late afternoon. It is now snowing outside as I type out these words. Carol is up and in the kitchen making corn bread. I am sitting in our dining room reading my books. I have been reading these books off and on today-

'John Ruusbroec: The Spiritual Espousals And Other Work' [The Classics Of Western Spirituality]

'An Ocean Of Light: Contemplation, Transformation, and Liberation' by Martin Laird

'The Philokalia: The Complete Text' compiled by St Nikodimos of the Holy Mountain and St Makarios of Corinth Volume One

I dozed for four hours today in the living room. I woke myself up around 1:50 PM and wrote some more in my paper diary and read my books. Now it is 3:52 PM Thursday afternoon. The mail has not come yet. I am not expecting anything to come in the mail for me, but I might be surprised.

Carol this evening meeting nurse friends for a Book Club discussion. I do not know what I will do tonight. Do not know if there is a Thursday night professional football game on TV tonight.

Well not much else to report on this cold snowy evening so I will close to drift.

"25. Divine knowledge, once it is awakened in us, teaches us that the perceptive faculty natural to our soul is single, but that it is split into two distinct modes of operation as a result of Adam's disobedience. This single and simple perceptive faculty is implanted in the soul by the Holy Spirit; but no one can realize this singleness of perception except those who have willingly abandoned the delights of this corruptible life in the hope of enjoying those of eternity, and who have caused every appetite of the bodily senses to wither away through self-control. Only in such men does the intellect, because of its freedom from worldly care, act with its full vigor so that it is capable of perceiving ineffably the goodness of God. Then, according to the measure of its own progress, the intellect communicates its joy to the body too, rejoicing endlessly in the song of love and praise: 'My heart has trusted in Him and I am helped; my flesh flowers again, and with all my being I will sing His praise" (Ps. 28:7. LXX). The joy which then fills both soul and body is a true recalling of the life without corruption." St Diadochos Of Photiki 'On Spiritual Knowledge and Discrimination: 100 Texts'

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