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Tereza Coraggio's avatar

Kathleen, I love how you developed my play on the word apocalypse, which means uncovering or revealing, into a full-bodied argument--which I define as a meaningful disagreement opening up a larger truth. You must have been whispering to me in my dreams because I woke up thinking of the phrase "Coming into our own." What do we own? Ownership's been given a bad name but as any pet or home owner will tell you, you don't own what you love, it owns you. It's a response-ability of using your power-over in order to care for and maintain. Our bodies should be our own, we should own our bodies. But it all starts with owning our own minds.

I was also thinking this morning how to describe the usurping of our own connection to reality, divinity, what-is. We call them 'organized religions' as if anything else is disorganized. My theology is logical and calls out the orthodox ones for their contradictions. But 'orthodox' meaning in a straight line like orthodonture, doesn't describe it either. Authoritarian 'religions' are diaspora empires, the holy Roman or wholly roaming one even named as such. They are totalitarian governments without borders, that can infiltrate and have the power to name kings and certainly be the kingmakers of so-called democracies.

Israel is an occupying army, backed by the shadow gov'ts of the US, UK and EU. To respect a religion that says God makes some rulers and makes others slaves is to disrespect all other people.

I'm grateful to have your clear-sighted and kind-hearted vision in my life. As Mary wrote, and as spirit took the form of spell check to coin the word, I'm Godsmacked ;-)

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Mary Poindexter McLaughlin's avatar

Ah Kathleen, what a deft analysis of our "identity crisis." There are so many layers we are wearing, individually and societally, that it sure is challenging to get truly naked! So in full disclosure, I'll say that this topic -- the conflict in the Middleast -- has always made me run and hide. Always.

Decades ago, I threw up my hands at the complexity of it all, the ancient arguments, the zealousness with which everyone shouted their opinion. I felt like I, an outsider to the experience in every way, could never understand who was right or wrong... and so I gave up trying.

I have friends on both sides of the conflict who want me to listen, to agree with them, and while I listen, I'm still not willing to take a side. Instead, my deepest, truest self prays for peace and healing in the region, daily. Perhaps my thoughts will change one day, to something that resembles subjectivity. Perhaps someone will say something that unlocks it all for me. I'm open to that.

Thanks for handling us all with kindness... it's that compassion that makes me feel safe to share my internal struggle with you. xox

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