What is in a day? 2014/03/05Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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Last Monday was the Coptic Orthodox Churches beginning of Lent. This Monday started the Eastern Orthodox Churches Lent, and today is Fat Tuesday, or as some call it Mardi Gras. Mardi Gras is French for Fat Tuesday, referring to the practice of the last night of eating richer, fatty foods before the ritual fasting of the Lenten season, which begins on Ash Wednesday in the Roman Catholic Church.
In Brother Ron’s opinion, the Catholics got it right with Ash Wednesday. They gave the rest of the world a day before lent to party. Everyone, saints and sinners alike, make fools of themselves for a day. Not many people have never, heard about Mari Gras and Ash Wednesday. They may not know why they are partying, but at least it gets them together.
My question is, “If there is only one G-d and only one Jesus, why are there so many days for Lent to start?”
Lent is a fast that marks 54, 47, or 45 days before Easter or Pascha. (Passover) This year, Easter happens to fall on the same Sunday for all Christians, Sunday April 20.
The 14th of Nissan is the marking of the spring equinox, which everyone can agree with because the days start to get longer.
Passover is remembered as the day G-d passed over Egypt and killed all the first born. G-d made one exception that if anyone killed a baby sheep or lamb then placed the blood of the lamb, on the doorpost of the house, G-d would pass over the house and kill the first-born in your neighbor’s house.
Sound gruesome? It is, and dead serious. The intent was to free the slaves in Egypt who were crying out in prayer to G-d because of the mistreatment by their masters the Egyptians.
After the killing, the slaves left Egypt. G-d commanded that the slaves remember that day as the day G-d passed over Egypt as a perpetual Holy Day once a year forever. I see that day not as a day G-d freed them, but as a day G-d freed me.
I am a slave to my own desires: Surf, Sex, and Suds, not by force, but by my own free will. My overseer is my own desires and the disconnection from the Divine Nature. I do and say things that unintentionally hurt other people and myself.
I myself am in no need of the “x” on my doorpost. I do not want to hide from death or G-d. I know that death will come to me and I want to open the door to G-d, so that when I open the door although I may die to this passing world, I may live life here and now in the presence of G-d.
Fashion 2014/02/28Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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One of Brother Ron’s favorite trips while downtown Los Angeles is the Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising Museum (FIDM).
Right now through April the “Art of Motion Picture Costume Design” exhibition is going on. Costume Designer and FIDM, Alumna Trish Summerville who won the Distinguished Costume Designers Guild Award for Fantasy Film. The costumes created by her from the movie,” The Hunger Games: Catching Fire “are currently on display in the FIDM Museum.
Several other designers from the movies have costumes on display as well.
Brother Ron is amazed by the emotions released by just the costumes alone. The mannequins wearing the costumes are lifeless forms with emotionless faces. Yet the costumes are somehow able to project fear and awe in me just from the costumes they are wearing.
There is something about a costume that triggers my imagination. I wear a costume myself in the clothes I choose. I project the image of me that I expect to be received by others. Others see my projection based on their experience and culture. I then become that projection in their mind.
The more I think about costumes, the more powerful they become in the way they are able to change the behavior of the viewer. For example, the uniform of a nurse or a police officer have become a cultural symbol in the United States. If I am sick or in need of help, usually I am glad to see the uniform of a nurse or police officer because, I assume the person wearing the uniform has a special skill or training that I need. On the other hand, if I am going to get a shot, or if I did something wrong, the uniform represents authority due to the culture I was raised in and the uniform compels me to comply with or fear the person wearing the uniform.
When I close my eyes, I open a door that allows me to see myself for who I am. Like looking at a mannequin, somehow, I am able to trigger a void that consumes my reality and my mind takes me to a place of the unknown. I go to a place where costumes have no influence and I am on my own with myself.
The Rosetta Stone 2014/02/20Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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The Rosetta Stone is a stone of black granite, bearing three inscriptions: the upper text is Egyptian hieroglyphs, the middle portion Coptic, and the lowest Greek. Because it presents essentially the same text in all three scripts with some minor differences, the stone has provided the key to the modern understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Who really knows why the Rosetta Stone is inscribed with three languages?
Similarly, the cross of Jesus the Christ was inscribed with three languages Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, “King of the Jews” labeled at the top. People, who passed by, many who could not read, saw the three languages and assumed this was someone important.
As I close my eyes and seek the Divine Nature, I have found what might be the Rosetta stone hidden deep within my consciousness; the stone is my own heart. Showing me the way to find what I seek.
My heart, by listening to it, gives me understanding of myself, showing me in different ways to not to be afraid of what I am or ashamed of who I am.
Teaching me to be a warrior brave and fearless in the eternal here and now, I do not rely on the myth of freedom that cowards through fear and terrorism have instilled into me a false sense of well being.
My heart like the Rosetta Stone is inscribed with thoughts. These thoughts Like parables, are saying the same thing in different ways.
The Kingdom of Heaven is at Hand 2014/02/12Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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The kingdom of heaven is at hand.
I can see my inner man’s depth, the soul, or the conscience, by simply closing my eyes.
The reason I close my eyes is to comprehend the depth of my spirit, which passes all knowledge, so that I might be filled with the fullness of G-d.
I can become enlightened when I see the external me in the mirror and get an idea of what I look like or how others see me in the visible world of creation.
When I close my eyes, only then I can perceive what is inside of me, the depth of my soul and the void of the inner world within my containment.
As I look deeper into my containment, I realize there is an unexplainable void. I have ignored this void all my life because I did not think it was important or for fear of what I might find.
In seeking the Divine Nature, I must confront this void or dark inner space that lives within me.
If any of you know or hear what this inner space might be, please help me understand.
Sage Fisherman 2014/02/04Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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I was using the same bait as him so I decided to ask him what his secret was.
I introduced myself as another fisherman; at first he was a little apprehensive but soon opened up to me and started talking. Fishing is like surfing; surfers don’t like new surfers coming to their break because they get in the way.
The first thing he told me was, “It’s not luck, you make your own luck”.
He went on to tell me that he visualizes catching fish; when he throws his hook in the water he visualizes a fish biting the hook.
You need to understand the fish you want to catch, why they are there and where they are. The seabass are big but they come in close to eat, just past the break.
He showed me the bait he was using, then how to put it on the hook.
I came there a stranger and left a friend. As I was walking away he said, “It’s all good”. I took that to mean the fun is in the journey, not in catching fish.
He gave me a lot to think about, not only about fishing, but about life.
While talking to him I thought someone took my bag with my bait and pliers in it. I had accepted that they were gone. When walking back I noticed they were higher up in the sand, like someone saw them being near the water and moved it up higher on the sand to prevent them from getting wet or taken out to sea.
My first thought was negative because of my lack of faith and assumption that someone would take it. Probably because I would have taken it due to the fact, it might have been forgotten or abandoned.
The primordial instincts within me are continually battling the Divine Nature.
I want to think the best of people and myself. It is my own lack of faith that prevents me from trusting what happens is for a reason.
I met a Sage Fisherman who was in the right place at the right time who could have been sent by God and lost the moment because I was worried about a burlap sack with a pair of five-dollar pliers in it thinking the worst of others.
Brother Ron goes to Church 2014/01/28Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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Protest 2014/01/22Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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We live in the greatest country on earth. In San Diego this last weekend protesters were out in numbers standing at the entrance to a world famous tourist attraction waving signs and yelling at people with their families going into the park, impeding traffic and the flow of commerce.
The people of San Diego rely on the tourist industry for their survival. The San Diego tourist industry is the third largest in the county, and therefore critical to the region’s economy, supporting businesses and jobs.
Employs directly and indirectly over 160,000 San Diegans and generates more than $388 million annually in state and local taxes.
People are so frustrated with things outside of their control that they are willing to risk their own freedom and destroy the economy that supports them. However, it was exciting seeing that many people waving signs and yelling.
For the most part the protesters stay in hotels, eat at local restaurants, and are tourist themselves. They provided entertainment for passersby like me.
The people who were going to visit the park, visited the park regardless of the protest and will have a cool story to tell their friends when they go home.
As far as the message the protesters were trying to convey, in a couple of weeks something new will take its place and no one will remember why they were there.
The only person I can change is me. The only people I can influence are the ones who respect me. There is little chance for me to make a big change in a world of seven point five billion people, but that is what makes this country so great at least I have the opportunity to try.
You never know to whom, you are talking 2014/01/15Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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While filling in for the Cathedral tour guild who had called in sick I had the good fortune to meet a monk on a field trip to the Cathedral.
One of the people I had on the tour seemed to be very knowledgeable about the bible so I asked him if he was a priest. He then admitted that he was a monk from Alaska.
The monk was from a monastery in Alaska, relocating to a Franciscan Monastery in Northern California.
I told him about the trip I am planning” Pilgrimage to Shasta “seeking the Divine Nature.
I asked him what he thought the Divine Nature was. He told me that the Divine Nature was the presence of G-d. The divine presence is all around us in everything and everyone. Just because someone does not recognize or believe does not mean the presence is not there. We can see the Divine Nature in the acts of a person, not by what they say.
We talked for a while after the tour it is my that believe he was sent as a way to encourage me as I prepare for the trip.
Walk on Water or stay on the boat 2014/01/07Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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Do not work on things you need to improve, work on things you are good at and get better.
If you want to walk on water, you have to get out of the boat.
The above video has inspired Brother Ron for over two years. I meet Colin at a Digital Video conference in Pasadena. He is a young guy who made his dream a reality.
For some reason the video was taken down you can watch it here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNT9F_xuIuw
I believe for me, passion and an idea are what I need, the rest will come.
Brother Ron is planning a road trip in Spring 2014 to Mount Shasta. I am planning now and G-d willing will go during lent.
The road trip will be up the California coast from San Diego to Eureka, surfing, and visiting monasteries as a spiritual renewal for me. I plan to video the trip while visiting Franciscan Monasteries in different denominations and doing a little surfing along the way, ending in Platina, California at an Orthodox Christian Monastery.
Defining the Divine Nature as it is taught in those denominations will be my focus. The trip will be called,” Travel with Brother Ron ” . Next year, G-d willing, maybe some of you can come with me?
Here is a preview of the Vimeo Page where I hope to post the trip.
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Ask a blind man how to cross the river that he has never been across himself and you may never make it across the river
Although it is comforting to ask someone about a journey, before going on it, especially to a unknown area, it can be dangerous following a guide who has never been on the path before.
While at the Los Angeles Hall of Records today, I found myself being a guide. Because I had been there before, people were asking me questions about the procedure for acquiring records. I knew little, but more than most.
I was there to find an exhibit entered into the court record in a 1960 case involving the LAUSD. Unfortunately, the records were lost. The sad part is, I had been there two weeks prior and made copies of the records except the ones that I was unable to read.
Guess what? Records I did not copy the first time because they were illegible, were the exhibits I was looking for.
The Central Stockroom of Depositions & Exhibits sends a blue copy over to the archives department; The Archives people make copies of them and put them on microfiche records.
Not only was I unable to read the record because it was washed out, but they might have been pictures or drawings that I would have no way of seeing anyway.
I became the guide for the poor souls who were there for the first time. They were happy to get whatever information I had because they had none.
People are starving for spiritual information; too many blind guides point souls in the wrong direction with good intentions but lack real knowledge or experience. Today I was like a blind man leading the blind, the dangerous part was that only I knew I was blind.
I live in precarious times where ignorance is no excuse. I seek the truth and the Divine Nature. I am not a guide I am a seeker with sixty years of experience.
We need each other to find the truth. It is my belief we must live the truth in order to find it, then lead by example so others can follow. I have searched all my life for an example, some come close but they all seem to fall short, as do I.
G-d never fails, it is why I am here.