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My God Refuses To Take Me Seriously
Nov. 25th, 2012 01:02 pmI was at a Quaker meeting in Wincanton this morning. Like all Quaker meetings I've been to it was good humoured and welcoming. This being Somerset in the rainy season, fashion went more towards wellies and fleece than sandals and shorts.
During the hour of silent meeting, we should be listening to our inner light, and waiting to see what wells up. This generally works well for me. I shape a question, and, usually, either an answer or another, maybe more appropriate question comes up. This morning I was thinking of where I should be. I have a variety of reasons for this. My contract will end with the year, and there are some possibilities about where I'll work next. At the moment I'm just leaving myself open to all of these, to see which ones become solid offers and which are just vapour.
But the end of the year is coming up, and it seemed like a good time to ask. To get into the right sort of place to listen, I use some of the same techniques I do for meditation. Putting my attention to my breathing, calming my mind. This can take anything from 5 seconds to 50 minutes, and this morning took around 5 minutes. So I let the question bubble up... "Where should I be?" I don't think I'd formed the last syllable in my head when the answer came. "Here." (in the tone of "Here, dumbass.").
I tried to stifle my annoyance (never get angry at a God. It doesn't help). This wasn't exactly a helpful answer, though. "Where" I formed, very slowly and clearly, "Should I be in six months?" and straight back, I heard: "Wherever you are in six months."
As I say, he doesn't seem to take me very seriously.
(I can't believe, by the way, that I've been in Wincanton so often this year, and have only just found out that it is twinned with Ankh-Morpork, and that it's home to the wonderful looking Diskworld Emporium.)
During the hour of silent meeting, we should be listening to our inner light, and waiting to see what wells up. This generally works well for me. I shape a question, and, usually, either an answer or another, maybe more appropriate question comes up. This morning I was thinking of where I should be. I have a variety of reasons for this. My contract will end with the year, and there are some possibilities about where I'll work next. At the moment I'm just leaving myself open to all of these, to see which ones become solid offers and which are just vapour.
But the end of the year is coming up, and it seemed like a good time to ask. To get into the right sort of place to listen, I use some of the same techniques I do for meditation. Putting my attention to my breathing, calming my mind. This can take anything from 5 seconds to 50 minutes, and this morning took around 5 minutes. So I let the question bubble up... "Where should I be?" I don't think I'd formed the last syllable in my head when the answer came. "Here." (in the tone of "Here, dumbass.").
I tried to stifle my annoyance (never get angry at a God. It doesn't help). This wasn't exactly a helpful answer, though. "Where" I formed, very slowly and clearly, "Should I be in six months?" and straight back, I heard: "Wherever you are in six months."
As I say, he doesn't seem to take me very seriously.
(I can't believe, by the way, that I've been in Wincanton so often this year, and have only just found out that it is twinned with Ankh-Morpork, and that it's home to the wonderful looking Diskworld Emporium.)
