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apenitentialprayer · 7 months
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In the midst of fear and doubt, recognition of a loving presence results in not only outer peace but also inner peace. God is with us; God is within us. This is true when circumstances change, and at times we wonder if we can ever overcome the unexpected challenges in our lives.
Louise Ackers, S.C. (Catholic Women Preach: Raising Voices, Renewing the Church, page 175)
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abouangelazrael · 2 years
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caffeinatedrosary · 2 years
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I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him.
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tinyshe · 1 year
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forward-in-joy · 2 years
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St. Angela asked her daughters to fast and pray from Ascension to Pentecost for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. Depending on when our local diocese celebrates the Ascension of the Lord, our members will begin this period of fasting and prayer either today or Sunday 🙏
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psalmlover · 3 months
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they’re CATholic!
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rescatada · 5 months
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First Communion book cover.
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santmat · 11 months
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Selections from the Mystic Poetry of Lalla of Kashmir
Restless mind, don’t infect the heart with fear. That virus is not for you. The Infinite knows what you hunger for. Ask Him to carry you across.
Some, who have closed their eyes, are wide awake. Some, who look out at the world, are fast asleep. Some who bathe in sacred pools remain dirty. Some are at home in the world but keep their hands clean.
Good or bad, I’m happy to welcome both. I don’t hear with my ears, I don’t see with my eyes. A voice speaks inside my heart, my jewel-lamp burns bright even in a rampaging wind.
Lord! I’ve never known who I really am, or You. I threw my love away on this lousy carcass and never figured it out: You’re me, I’m You. All I ever did was doubt: Who am I? Who are You?
Wrapped up in Yourself, You hid from me. All day I looked for You and when I found You hiding inside me, I ran wild, playing now me, now You.
Don’t flail about like a man wearing a blindfold. Believe me, He’s in here. Come in and see for yourself. You’ll stop hunting for Him all over.
A thousand times at least I asked my Guru to give Nothingness a name. Then I gave up. What name can you give to the source from which all names have sprung?
Who trusts his Master’s word and controls the mind-horse with the reins of wisdom, he shall not die, he shall not be killed.
Those who glow with the light of the Self are freed from life even while they live. But fools add knots by the hundred to the tangled net of the world.
When the dirt was wiped away from my mind’s mirror, people knew me for a lover of God. When I saw Him there, so close to me, He was All, I was nothing.
I trapped my breath in the bellows of my throat: a lamp blazed up inside, showed me who I really was. I crossed the darkness holding fast to that lamp, scattering its light-seeds around me as I went.
Alone, I crossed the Field of Emptiness, dropping my reason and my senses. I stumbled on my own secret there and flowered, a lotus rising from a marsh.
My mind boomed with the sound of Om, my body was a burning coal. Six roads brought me to a seventh, that’s how Lalla reached the Field of Light.
You rule the earth, breathe life into the five elements. All creation throbs with the Unstruck Sound. Immeasurable, who can take Your measure?
He who strikes the Unstruck Sound, calls space his body and emptiness his home, who has neither name nor colour nor family nor form, who, meditating on Himself, is both Source and Sound, is the god who shall mount and ride this horse.
He knows the crown is the temple of Self. His breath is deepened by the Unstruck Sound. He has freed himself from the prison of delusion. He knows he is God, who shall He worship?
Master, leave these palm leaves and birch barks to parrots who recite the name of God in a cage. Good luck, I say, to those who think they’ve read the scriptures. The greatest scripture is the one that’s playing in my head.
What the books taught me, I’ve practiced. What they didn’t teach me, I’ve taught myself. I’ve gone into the forest and wrestled with the lion. I didn’t get this far by teaching one thing and doing another.
I gave myself to Him, body and soul, became a bell that the clear note of Him rang through. Thoughts fixed on Him, I flew through the sky and unlocked the mysteries of heaven and hell.
Wear the robe of wisdom, brand Lalla’s words on your heart, lose yourself in the soul’s light, you too shall be free.
-- I, LALLA The Poems of Lal Ded Translated from the Kashmiri by Ranjit Hoskote
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theinwardlight · 2 years
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Let nothing cut off your communion with God in that measure you already have received; but let the breathings of your souls and your hearts be continually open towards him.
James Nayler, early Quaker
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thesoultressheart · 2 months
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"Love is a combination of care, commitment, knowledge, responsibility, respect and trust."
―bell hooks, Communion: The Female Search for Love
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paragonrobits · 1 month
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There is something the Lion-Turtle told Aang, in his dreams, in memories he did not know he had. Across the boundary of spirit, through the energy of the world, the Lion-Turtle tells him many things.
Through prayer, the action of inaction, and opening himself to revelation, he mediates, and the Lion-Turtle tells him much. There is so much age when it speaks; countless eons flowing forth, a tidal wave of something old beyond human words for. And yet, here is the secret:
The Lion-Turtle was not older than the world. The world Aang knows may not be the only world there ever was, and it is older than the Lion-Turtle. There are those who came before it, and whose wisdom the Lion-Turtle remembered.
So it tells him:
"Breath deep, young Avatar. Seek peace."
The Lion-Turtle says this in a language Aang does not know. Nor do any of the Avatars before; their knowledge is his, and yet the knowing of these words are not. It is something far older than the cycle of the Avatar itself.
So Aang turns himself inward, and gazes further still. The cycle of reincarnation goes on past even that ancient era, from before the Avatar, and before even that.
When, he wonders, were those words first spoken? And who spoke them?
And something in him whispers; it is not only human minds that know wisdom.
There are clever beasts in the world; the sky bison and the dragons, the badger-moles, cats and bears and other creatures fused into the creatures of the world. Are humans a clever beast, too? Perhaps it is so.
And something in him calls out; was there ever a time, before the era of the Avatar, when humanity knew thought that flowed on a different blood?
Was it not the most secret and desperate desire of humans to know friendship, to find the kinship of spirit and heart, in a being that was not human at all?
Into the cycle of the world, he gazes. Thousands upon thousands of beings gaze back at him, and he finds himself led onwards.
And soon enough, someone finds him.
Across the mists of time, a massive presence appears before him. For a moment, he thinks it is a dragon.
And then he realizes; no, it cannot be. It has no wings, though the body is similar. Then he realizes the body is far broader, standing atop two massive legs. A long thick tail balances the being and Aang gazes upwards, higher and higher still, and for a moment he thinks he looks at a scaled bird.
He isn't sure why in the moment. If it is a bird, it is unlike any he has seen; there are no wings, but a pair of very small arms. The head was incredibly large relative to the beast, its eyes staring down at him, its jaws working silently as if chewing upon words.
There was intelligence in its eyes, Aang saw, as a past eons gone gazed back at him.
(He did not know what a tyrannosaurus was. The world would never know what it had been, as things are. The world moves on; such is the way of things. Later, Aang would write that in time, perhaps humanity would also fade away. And if so, it may well be the duty for humanity to prepare for who would come next. Such was responsibility of a parent, or any guardian.)
The beast- no, the person, this being from another age, rumbled. It did not speak, but nonetheless, the words it had to speak reverberated from it.
"Breath deep. Seek peace."
Now he understood the meaning; it was a greeting, and encouragement to wisdom.
The Avatar bowed his head. He said, in words understood by soul and spirit: "Well met. Who are you?"
The strange being could not smile. Yet, its eyes glittered with interest and friendship.
There was, Aang understood, more than grief and loss in the past. Even this, a being so distantly gone that there was no longer a word for it, nor language in common, did not seem to be something to despair over.
All things move on, in time. The grief of humanity weighed easier in his heart, at least a little.
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apenitentialprayer · 11 months
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There is no prescribed ritual by the Church for making an act of spiritual communion. Nevertheless [... t]o make an act of spiritual communion, it is important that three criteria are met: (1) an expression of one's faith, particularly belief in the real presence of Christ in the Eucharist; (2) an expression of one's desire immediately to be united sacramentally with Christ in the Eucharist; and (3) an expression of one's desire to stay united with Christ and enjoy the fruits made available through sacramental reception of the holy Communion.
- Michael Heinlein ("How to Make a Spiritual Communion")
Now this is eternal life: that they should know You, the only true God, and the One whom You sent, Jesus Christ.
- the Gospel According to John (17:3)
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dailyeffectiveprayer · 8 months
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Yesterday Is Gone and Today Is a Brand New Day Filled With God’s Blessings | Blessed Morning Prayer
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Image: Arbor cognationis spiritualis (Spiritual tree of bonds), 14th Century, from L’arbre: Histoire naturelle et symbolique de l’arbre.
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The universe is a communion of subjects, not a collection of objects. —Thomas Berry
[Parabola Magazine]
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saintflint · 1 year
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whoa wait you're not a lapsed catholic? :o
[clasps shoulder] it’s true…. it was all a lie…
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