Leading up to Easter, I have been thinking about Death lately. There is the small death of drinking alcohol or taking drugs, and the big death of serious chronic illness and passing away. I suppose there is some truth in the old saying — Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die.
I know it is Palm Sunday, but I have been pondering over the Agony in the Garden. What is it about Surrendering to Spirit that is so agonizing. Do you know?
Over the last five years I have produced about 700 videos, but looking over the videos I see that I have not really talked about what my Intentions are. To get things rolling, I am previewing them here: Goal — Joy
Purpose — Play
Policy — Truth
Plan — Enjoy
In the days of Wooden Ships and Iron Men, to put him in bed with the captain’s daughter meant to flog him with the cat o’ nine tails. Wikipedia: The naval cat, also known as the captain’s daughter (as in principle it was only used under his authority), weighed about 13 ounces (370 grams) and was composed of a baton (handle) and nine cords. Contrary to popular belief, the standard cat was not the most feared implement; being made of rope, it was less painful than a leather whip or a wooden birch-rod, while the modes of application (number and intensity of lashes, anatomical target, baring) of any implement can be more important than its intrinsic potential.
Now what shall we do in the days of Iron Ships and Wooden Men?