She hardly seems to touch the ground
She looks at you, sees through you
She takes your hand
And doesn’t let you go
These are a few words from some past blogs. A veil is taken away, there is a better view on how life really is, how you really are, a better view on the bigger things in this world. It inspires me, inspires my soul, makes me breathless, sets me aflame. It shows me what is worthwhile in my life. At the same time it can make me feel powerless and sometimes intensely sad because it also shows me what perhaps the unattainable, the limitation can be. Can it be too much, can there be too much clarity, too much reality? It gives me a double feeling but once you are here, there is no going back I find.
Plato gives us this great example of the cave in which we people look at the shadows on the wall, that are cast by the images of reality behind us and on which the daylight outside the cave shines. According to this idea we can’t see reality directly in the eyes because the light is too strong and our minds can not grasp this reality, and therefore the shadows are our maximum earthly vision. If you look at Plato this way, you might better not gain too much knowledge, see too much reality. You are better off in your cave.
On the other hand there is this priest in the little church in Belgian Heppeneert, where I escorted my mother this spring on a little pilgrimage. In his sermon he said: people, there is no purgatory! It doesn’t exist, you have been lied to! There is no hell either, other then what misery we ourselves create on this earth. There is also no heaven, other then what we in love and kindness create on this earth. Hell, heaven and purgatory do not exist. The only thing that exists is our possiblitly to create a heaven on earth for each other through our love and strength. A revolutionary priest, maybe inspired by Pope Fancis, I don’t know. I know I was amazed.
The veil that is taken away shows me that this heaven on earth is, or can be a real possibility. It also shows me that that is not self-evident. Walking out of the cave is dangerous and is asking maybe more courage than I have. I also don’t rightly know how to do this, I am searching with heart and soul, to make outside and inside look alike.
These words by Rainer Maria Rilke help me hold on:
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.