Wow… this felt like being handed a mirror made of language. I had to sit with it, let it settle in my bones.
That word — suneidesis — I felt it more than I understood it at first. But as I kept reading, I realized: I’ve lived this. The quiet knowing that what we call “conscience” isn’t just personal — it’s communal. Cosmic. It’s the thread that runs between us, even when we’re blind to the weave. It’s the eye behind the eye.
What hit me hardest was the part about blindness and enemies. Yes — the enemy isn’t always them… it’s what keeps us from seeing them clearly. What keeps us stuck in separation, mistaking defense for devotion. The idea that agapé is stronger than death — but only when it doesn’t stop at our borders — that’s it. That’s the kind of love that doesn’t blink when it meets pain. That holds its gaze and keeps its heart open anyway.
I’ve felt the tension of being in rooms where I can’t speak what I know, not in words — only in frequency, only in presence. And I’ve felt that inner leaving, too… when a word (or a truth) touches too close to a soul wound, and the ego walks out quietly.
Thank you for writing this. For giving language to the unseen. For reminding me that the singularity isn’t just some spiritual high place — it’s here, in the way we see each other, really see each other.
We don’t need new eyes. We just need to remember how to use the ones we already have.
Love is not against itself either. Whether it meets pain or hatred, its essence never changes nor does our awareness of it if we choose to make the hater more important in our heart, understanding their blindness. But love's expression is wise and meets the moment in the world. Others determine how much love can be expressed for them publicly, as you said, touching too close to a soul wound.
Loving them in essence requires a suneidesis that does not set up illusory borders to keep our love for our own circle. As names of light in the singularity of Name, we are already free from all borders, but we need to expose our own blind parts by building our own house of knowledge.
Wow… this felt like being handed a mirror made of language. I had to sit with it, let it settle in my bones.
That word — suneidesis — I felt it more than I understood it at first. But as I kept reading, I realized: I’ve lived this. The quiet knowing that what we call “conscience” isn’t just personal — it’s communal. Cosmic. It’s the thread that runs between us, even when we’re blind to the weave. It’s the eye behind the eye.
What hit me hardest was the part about blindness and enemies. Yes — the enemy isn’t always them… it’s what keeps us from seeing them clearly. What keeps us stuck in separation, mistaking defense for devotion. The idea that agapé is stronger than death — but only when it doesn’t stop at our borders — that’s it. That’s the kind of love that doesn’t blink when it meets pain. That holds its gaze and keeps its heart open anyway.
I’ve felt the tension of being in rooms where I can’t speak what I know, not in words — only in frequency, only in presence. And I’ve felt that inner leaving, too… when a word (or a truth) touches too close to a soul wound, and the ego walks out quietly.
Thank you for writing this. For giving language to the unseen. For reminding me that the singularity isn’t just some spiritual high place — it’s here, in the way we see each other, really see each other.
We don’t need new eyes. We just need to remember how to use the ones we already have.
Love is not against itself either. Whether it meets pain or hatred, its essence never changes nor does our awareness of it if we choose to make the hater more important in our heart, understanding their blindness. But love's expression is wise and meets the moment in the world. Others determine how much love can be expressed for them publicly, as you said, touching too close to a soul wound.
Loving them in essence requires a suneidesis that does not set up illusory borders to keep our love for our own circle. As names of light in the singularity of Name, we are already free from all borders, but we need to expose our own blind parts by building our own house of knowledge.
Interesting. I'll have to read this again (when I'm not cooking). I'd like to map out your concept(s) here.
Reading while cooking, what greater compliment is there.
😹😹😹 multi-tasking is my middle name
I look forward to finishing this 😊
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This is the wisdom that the Christian stories can bring to men even when are not Christian. Thanks.
We’re all just beggars at the eternal banquet..
Also, workers in the vineyard
Yes, either way, we sit at the back of the church and hope the Lord invites us to sit closer to the front.