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On Facebook I took the find out what sixties rock star you are and got Janis Joplin.  Anyhoo, thinking of her and this line from one of her songs got me thinking about what exactly are my spiritual convictions. I spent my life trying to replicate a spiritual experience I achieved as a result of microphone feedback.  My first spiritual experience was when I was six years old and I was in church and heard microphone do that weeeewah high pitched thing and believing it was the momment when god would enter the church from the spirit world. I experienced total belief in god for those few momments.   I whispered my profound knowledge to Janet this girl with allergies and always had a wad of kleenix in her hand sitting next to me. 

She sighed and matter of factly explained that what I was hearing was microphone feedback because the church had a very old PA system.  Since the priest was sick with lung cancer and you could barely hear him they had turned it all the way up.  She even went as far to mimic the deathly ill priest's forced whisper and said see, that is why they microphone is turned up like that.  The poor priest died shortly after of his lung cancer and I truely mourned his passing.  That momment was magical though.  He was whispering with all his might and we all knew that his time on earth was limited he had lost part of his lung and was very sick and the noise was deafening and I saw a spiritual world for one momment that I have always wished I could achieve again.  Even if it was likely just microphone white noise.

I even remember the outfit I wore to his funeral as I tried to dress my best as I felt he had a big part in my momment of believing in god without doubt at least for a few fleeting microphone screeches. I would go as far as to say I loved him. The outfit I wore was a bodysuit with small sail boats on it in orange and brown and a brown skirt and brown tights with brown two toned shoes.  I got help with my hair putting it in a bun and wore a white sweater.  I was never as sure as my seat mate that it was only microphone feedback and could have sworn I had experienced something different.

My background didn't help matters about my blasé attitude during the ensuing years.  My parents where rebelling and didn't really attend church.  My grandmother was Native American and I spent a lot of time with her and she had a wellspring of beliefs and superstitions I learned to follow.   Also being raised on an Indian Reservation for the most part until I was 14 I always felt a certain duality about spirituality, still do.  Also interfering was I had a big imagination bordering on living in a dreamland most of the time.  I had five or six fantasies I entertained and comforted myself with. One was I had six beautiful horses each with a colored sadle and a stable and small house and I would have parties on Saturday afternoon and we all would take a horse and go on picnics.  Kinda Pippi Longstockingish but with cooler clothes and fashionable accessories.      

As I grew older I accepted the beliefs I was taught and kind of hoped I would get whapped by some sort of religious conversion at some point.  I remember living in the dormitories and there were these three or four born again christian girls and they seemed to be so happy and group oriented.  I just never got grabbed by that feeling of wanting to do that.  They were nice thats all.  I always had a deep reverence and appreciation for religious art and especially Mary.  I did a lot of jewelery with Hallmark cards cutouts of religious faces placed in rings with clear hypoxy over them.  I would guess I made and sold over jeese I dunno over one year about 500 of these rings I sold to a tourist shop downtown and they sold at a brisk clip.  Then when I was married my former spouse was Presbyterian and we didn't really go to church. To be honest we went once or twice and I felt really uncomfortable there.  

I was into reading a morning meditation from the Lao Tzu during those years and still do from time to time.  Although I am not a budhist I feel peaceful after reading it.  Then after my divorce I wanted to become more serious about spirituality and started going to a budhist center for about a year.  There is some quality in Budhism that is like Native American beliefs.  I can't explain it.  I eventually left because the unbeknowest to me the type of Budist center I was attending was really strict and I got scared off.  Although I have since learned there are much more relaxed kinds that are not so strict.   I was given a kohan by a spiritual leader at one point and still think of it from time to time.  You are theoretically not sopposed to tell anyone your kohan but I will anyway.

It is "where is god", it is sopposed to be my lifes' question.  In a way it is rather beautiful.  In another it is rather annoying, like couldn't I have gotten a freakin kohan that was a tad easier to answer?  And what about out bretheren atheists or multi etc. other religious practises do I need to understand all these also to find god?  I for one believe there is a god although I would like to think that this entity is merciful and just I know being the pragmatist that I am that  is not the case. There are a lot of dangerous people in the world.  And to find meaning after terrible things happen to me is the foundation of spirituality.  It works like a hidden resource. In some strange way this was also a meaningful occurance.  

That my general philospophy is to try and live in forgiveness which actually seems to get a lot easier now that I have hit middle age.  I think that would have been impossible for me in my twenties to think that way and it is easy in my forties. Now that I have a child I would like him to have some religious instruction as a reference.  So, my life definately does seem to follow a better course when I am doing the right things and for what it's worth if I am in some kind of spiritual contact I seem to do better.  A great book I read during a dark time in my life was called "Mans Search for Meaning" written by Victor Frankl a survivor of a concentration camp.  This book I would often recommend to people who seemed to have various forms of inner disturbance.  I have friends who are scientists and would find spiritual belief almost a break from reality.  It is not for everyone.

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Spirituality, Religion and God

Your point about the similar qualities of Buddhism and Native American Indian spirituality is interesting. Perhaps it stems from the ancient wisdom, deep connection with nature and all sentient beings, present in both and less so in Christianity? The best exploration of comparative religions and mythology can be found in the writings of the late, great Joseph Campbell. Religion is one of my favourite topics. And one that generally sparks highly emotive discussions and 'healthy debate'. Increasingly I find that organised religion works from the premise of "you're either with us or against us", with the Catholic-Protestant divide (in Nth Ireland) being my earliest experience of this. Then there's the conflict between Islamic and Jewish peoples. And then there's the sad reality that some religious folks (not simply the fanatics) find it challenging to embrace those who do not identify with their religion, or any religion for that matter. Why is it that atheists or agnostics are compelled to accept and accomodate the ways of religious people yet religious people do not always afford non-religious folks the same respect? And then there's the inability to separate religion from state (so many countries cannot make this distinction). John Lennon had a dream of another possible world, one in which 'no religion' meant 'all the people living life in peace'. Imagine that. For me, this is what true spirituality means. For me, therein lies the answer to your kohan. Cindy

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art sacred verses art profane

Those would be two more blogs, Art Sacred and Art Profane in other words the catholic protestant divide in philosophy and my experience having the crap scared out of me at a budhist retreat so i always look at that kohan with a mixture of mirth and dread, kinda like finding god in microphone feedback; I think my first god was that weeeeewah noise old microphones make. Just being silly your right about thinking so positively about religion able to change and become something else.

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annie lennox

i often have tunes dance through my head when i think of spirituality, love is a stranger in an open car, god is a bullet have mercy on us everyone, oh lord wont you buy me a mercedes benz, and this very old camp song, give god your glory glory, rise and shine and give god your glory glory rise and shine and give god your glory glory children of the lord, i want these thoughts to run through peoples heads, art and god in times of trouble. not video games and news, self help books and most sadly, work that defines us. and i freak out at extremes.