OK. So even at the toilet “progress” is shown to be having unforeseen consequences on our holistic health. Wow, I am flabbergasted. We humans think we know what we are doing in making things better and easier for ourselves…but maybe we don’t have to have everything so proper and convenient. Maybe that is not what is best for how God made us to be. I can’t believe it myself, but this little tidbit of previously-unknown-to-me information points directly to the core of our spiritual weakness in modern society, again.
Nothing is one dimensional because we are 2 dimensional beings (physical and spiritual). I see a plethora of signs in all of this “new understanding” medical/physical sciences are coming to in our physical experience of the world. For one thing, it all points back to a more natural, ancient approach to doing life. (That is the way human beings have been living, working, relating, socializing, worshiping, eating…and even pooping…up until the last 100 years or so). We have to understand how we are physically made inside to know what is good for us to do outside our bodies. I will boldly assert that if you start with knowing, respecting and nurturing your spiritual side, at least as a whole (like in a society) the physical is taken care of in proper order. Not so, if you look to serve the physical first. This is because the physical is very self-serving, while the spirit tends to see itself in connection with others and especially God. The physical is very accurately a visible sign for what is real, but invisibly going on in us spiritually. If your spirit is sick, your body cannot be healthy or whole indefinitely. If you are physically sick, though, it is possible to be spiritually healthy. As we have sometimes seen in the lives of the great Saints of the Church who suffered for a cause greater than themselves with joy and union with God. Even if you have no sign of disease or poor health today, if you are–and if you continue to serve only the physical aspect of your 2 dimensional being, at some point in your life it is highly likely that you will experience the effects of a sick spirit in your physical body.
From what I come to know every day, the physical realm is flashing neon bright warning signs for the deadly state of our spirits. You may think I’m a nut case for sharing “how to poop” on my blog and social media (or that I’ve gone poo-less–that is no commercial/chemical based shampoo/deodorant/soap and things like that), but I’m just trying to break free from the impermeable/unhealthy “shell” that my modern society’s conditioning has placed me in. I’m not the nut case, I’m finally claiming sanity in a world plagued by the traditional crazy gene unnecessarily passed on from generation to generation of those living in modern societies across the globe. I am beginning to fully realize that just because “it’s what we’ve always done” or “everybody is doing it” does not mean it is good for us–even when it comes down to how everybody uses the toilet!
Besides. Be honest, how many of you knew how to poop the way humans are supposed to before watching the attached video? I didn’t because my society taught me incorrectly. (But understanding the anatomy of the intestines/rectum makes sense, no??) I am being a bit silly with all my toilet references (but only a bit) to illustrate that this is going on in SO MANY areas of our life, and to point out our way of handing down improper values, dysfunctional cultural norms, false information, unhealthy habits, half-dead religion, etc….even to the point of forgetting how to effectively eliminate feces, and all it’s toxicity, from our human bottoms. We are a sick People and we consistently condition new generations of sick People in our children and youth, because of our own conditioning. Toddlers squat to poop in their diapers, we train that out of them. What else do you think we train out of our (or into) our children as they grow up? What about biases, prejudices and labels? What about self-image disorders? Materialism? We will continue to do this until we remember we are more than just bodies who like everything to be comfortable, immediately pleasurable, and easy. And we find courage to swim against the flow of the unhealthy masses and find out the Truth about what is really good for us and what we were really meant to do and be….hey look, it’s not so hard to do just one new thing at a time. You can start this process of holistic transformation by putting your feet up on a stool the next time you go number 2.
(To me the irony of this is thick as molasses, it’s like the Holy Trinity is going to every length possible to help us understand what we most need is Faith for our spiritual/physical health, and when we find it we will realize that what we most desired was in fact–this Faith for our spirits…the signs are everywhere, even in-maybe especially in-our bodies!)
Beautiful imagery(I found this on facebook)…notice in the human heart made whole by Jesus’s blood there are still the visible cracks from the effects of original and personal sin in our lives (you may need to click the image to make it bigger).
The older I get, the more and more I realize that the Church– The Faith in our Three in One God–is truly the place of in-process-conversion. The Church is a place for the broken to be slowly and deliberately mended to wholeness, the slave to be slowly and deliberately set free, the sick to be slowly and deliberately made well, the fearful to be slowly and deliberately made to love, and the sinner to be slowly and deliberately made holy. It is not a sanctuary just for Saints, there are precious few to be found this side of heaven and they do not seek sanctuary on earth, anyway.
Please don’t look at the Church and see so many imperfect people filling it’s ministries, parishes, and cathedrals and think we are all hypocrites. We are the imperfect, wounded, sinful people who fly to the hope of redemption found in the Christian Faith. Holiness and Healing is a life long journey–very hard and toilsome, full of personal and communal battles to fight and win with the LORD’s grace and mercy. Each of us are at different stages of that journey and the visible progress looks very different from person to person, too. However, each and every one of us realizes our personal conversion by the very same means, the One and Only means, and that is ever increasing Faith in Jesus Christ. We are not hypocrites. We are human and we are simply not “there”, yet.
Don’t let our woundedness;
Don’t let our mistakes;
Don’t let our sinfulness be a stumbling block to your own divine encounter with the Great Physician and the Good Shepherd who wants so much to welcome you to His eternal fold. Jesus wants you so much that He did the unimaginable and paid for all the sins of every person, from time immemorial, who ever hurt you or let you and your loved ones down. And He took upon His flawless self all the hurt, abuse, impurity, disappointment and sin of yours so that you would have a chance to truly Live-full and abundantly forever.
You’ve heard all this before? It’s too phony to take seriously? Well, notice also in the image above of the human heart after Jesus dies on the cross that there is a hole much larger than all the cracks of the effects of sin. The Truth of God and Redemption is complete foolishness in it’s simplicity. Without our first step out in wobbly, but real Faith, the Gospel Truth actually is impossible for us to believe.
See? That large hole is necessary for the saving, cleansing, transforming power of the Blood of God’s Only Son to enter us. It begins to break open with our first blind step of Faith towards what we cannot see or understand. This happy void is left in our heart when we lay down our ego and pride on the alter and find there a measure of humility. This painful extraction of pride is the first step of Faith and it is every single step of Faith for all the days of our lives. The gaping, glorious wound it leaves behind is the only way for God to enter and convert us. Praise the LORD, He made a Way for us!
God stands at the door of your heart and knocks. You have every ability to ignore and not answer Him. He will not beat down the door, even though He loves you so very much that this separation He feels from you kills Him. But, be sure, the moment you come to the door and open it to Him, no matter how hesitantly you do so, God takes the Loving lance to your heart and begins a lifetime, with you, on the slow and deliberate journey to a destination wildly beyond your every hope and dream.
I love you, I’m sorry I love you so poorly because of my sinfulness. But with all my heart and prayers, I truly do hope you will open the door today and everyday for the rest of your earthly life….<3
The following is an excerpt from The Golden Thread: A Novel About St. Ignatius Loyola by Louis de Wohl. St. Ignatius is the man who founded the Jesuits. This is a very moving, entertaining, and insightful look into the mind of a military man discerning the still small voice within him. It is very much manly; a definite “guy” thought process. But so revealing also! I hope you enjoy!
It was something that was going on in him, that had been going on in him for weeks. He was thinking about two different things, and each of them caused a whole chain of thoughts, and they were alternating in his mind.
The first thought chain was the planning of his future career, his rise to power, his rise to honors and to a position in which he could look boldly at his great lady’s lovely face. All this I have done, I have done it for you. It was a chain of glittering, sparkling thoughts; it was all a knight could desire, and he had tasted it again and again. And the more often he tasted it, the less it became. Its sparkle had gone dull, its glitter cheap. It was as if he had gained for himself, for a deed of incredible valor, the Order of the Golden Fleece, and he had walked on clouds. But a second deed of equal valor earned him the matchless Order for a second time. Then a third, a fourth and tenth—and it all looked strangely absurd, as if the court fool had looted the king’s box in which the orders were kept and hung them all around his own neck. He could still think of it with pleasure—but only as far as the deeds themselves went. And even they left a feeling of dissatisfaction, of hunger not appeased, of hopes remaining unfulfilled in their very fulfillment.
The second thought chain saw him on the road to the Holy Land. The knight not of a queen, but of God. There was no glitter here and no sparkle.
Going barefoot to Jerusalem, eating nothing but herbs, mortifying the flesh in a hundred ways to subjugate it and firmly establish an iron rule over that which Friar Francis used to call “Brother Ass”. Climbing the narrow footpath to God’s own fortress in the skies, as Dominic did and Onuphrius, careless of jeers and jibes, jeering and jibing himself at the temptation of Satan.
And here no bitter afterthought remained, no disappointment, no weary discontent.
All the glitter of the first thought chain became habitual—and ended in boredom.
But this new path could bore one as little as could God himself.
Why was this so?
Now that he knew it as a fact, he had to have an answer.
With the sharpness of a knife he dissected it.
If something desirable left a stale taste in the mouth, could it come from a good source?
Was it possible that Satan was the author of his ambition, of his dreams of greatness for the sake of an earthly queen who was someone else’s wife? And if so, was the purpose of such dreams to drown that other voice, urging him to imitate the saints?
He sat up in his bed. He could do so without difficulty.
“Yes”, he said coldly.
In the next moment he realized that this affirmation by itself solved also the second riddle—his lack of interest in what had happened in the affairs of the duke of Najera, and even in what was brewing at the frontiers of Spain.
Francis, Dominic, Onuphrius: none of them had cared for worldly affairs.
The battleground of the knights of God was the soul.
The soul that had to be wrested away from the enemy and won for God, his own first, then those of other’s later.
But who was he, to think of such things?
What qualifications, what credentials had he for joining the company of the saints?
None. Absolutely none. Whoever heard of a saint who had spent his time in gaming, dueling, and the courtship of women? It was absurd.
Again his mind cut deep into the confusion of his thoughts. What was the true situation on the battlefield?
He smiled grimly. The very fact that he was thinking about the issue showed that the battle had already begun.
Intelligence reported that the enemy occupied a great part of the field.
The enemy’s move was an attack on the grounds that any serious resistance was futile because he occupied most of the field.
But if it were not for that fact, there would be no battle! General Saint Augustine and even General Saint Francis had to deal with a similar situation when they first gave battle to the enemy.
This indeed was the meaning of this kind of battle; no, it was the battle itself. By asking for his qualifications and credentials the enemy suggested—capitulation.
It was a treacherous attack. For it tried to make use of the very virtue of humility. “You are not worthy of such an aim. Give it up.” But a Christian said, “Lord, I am not worthy”, and then went on to receive the Lord all the same!
And the man who had first said, “Lord, I am no worthy”, was—a soldier, a Roman officer.
The battle is on, he thought, with an entirely new kind of eager satisfaction. No, it had always been on, but so far he had been a very bad general. He had neglected his army and its equipment. He had let the enemy filter in where he could have been repulsed.
Now at long last he had recognized the state of affairs—no, he had begun to recognize it. There would have to be the most thorough inspection of both men and material; there would have to be changes, new equipment, methodical training. And every single one of such measures was in this strange new kind of fighting a sort of battle by itself.
There was no glow in him, no jubilation over such a flood of cognition. He did not rejoice. He knew now that the urge of the saints for penance was a sort of military necessity.
There was no virtue in kissing a leper, as long as he himself was a leper.
He began to examine and test all thoughts welling up in him for their true origin. There must be a way to find out where they came from, whether from God or whether from Satan. There was.
When Magdalena de Araoz entered the room the next time, he asked her for paper and ink. He had found the formula, and he did not want it to slip from his mind. He wrote, “In those who proceed from good to better the good spirit touches such a soul gently and softly as when water drops upon a sponge, and the evil spirit strikes it sharply and noisily, causing disquiet as when water drops upon a stone.”
He liked what he wrote. He decided to go on making notes. Also there were passages, both in the The Life of Christ and in The Flower of the Saints, that he wished to have with him in writing, without having to carry the two heavy books around. He would get a notebook and copy them out.
A great deal of such simple work would have to be done.
He was not only the general, commanding the army. He was also the humblest foot soldier.
The whole thing was a huge task, far bigger than the defense of the citadel of Pamplona or of Fuentarrabia. It was a full-scale war, and he had to do everything by himself.