Hell is Unworkable. Schizophrenic Religion ensues! - Richard Rohr

Who are you? Who is the one who can die and live to speak about it? Who died and is now living within you? There could be absolutely no fear whatsoever of death if there wasn’t already within you that willingness to feel the fear even a second longer. And what possible good could fear have? Well, none that you have intellectually thought to see. You don’t see with thinking, you see with spontaneous clarity of perception — unless you’ve undergone cultural, societal, and religious programming. For you don’t think and then see. You simply see and awareness makes it so. Thinking makes everything merely conceptual. As a child you also did see but without what your mind terms thinking. You were then fully conscious. There were no airy abstractions, labels, theories or words to obstruct that one immortal sense that your reasoning relinquished and yet will recognize upon being like a child. What is the obstruction? You will know and when you do you will be willing. Surround yourself with no conclusions. God refuses to be known by the intellect but is even now known by the heart.

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There are three stages in one’s spiritual development,” said the Master. “The carnal, the spiritual and the divine.” “What is the carnal stage?” asked the eager disciples. “That’s the stage when trees are seen as trees and mountains as mountains.” “And the spiritual?” “That’s when one looks more deeply into things—then trees are no longer trees and mountains no longer mountains.” “And the divine?” “Ah, that’s Enlightenment,” said the Master with a chuckle: "When trees become trees again and mountains, mountains.” I was looking at a sunset last Friday evening. An old man came up to me and said, “What are you looking at? You seem all enraptured.” I said, “I’m enraptured by the beauty.” He came back for two weeks more and saw me looking again last evening. He said, “I see the sun and the clouds and the trees but what is this beauty?” I said, “Beauty isn’t a thing but rather a way that you will come to see everything. Even the cracks in the sidewalk on a crowded street. Your society taught you what to look for but not how to see. Love sees through what hate looks at.”