We spend much of our time building our material houses.
What then of our spiritual house? Which gives the greater
protection from the storms and tempests of the mind?
-Joseph Raffa
What matters most?
Category Archives: Spiritual
A new day dawning
Kitchen Table Philosopher JOSEPH RAFFA looks ahead to a time of transformation.
A new day is slowly dawning for humankind. The day of the humanist, of the materialist, of the intellectual dominance of the human expression is on the way out. The day of a spiritually awakened humankind is on the way in.
As it takes over, every social aspect will be transformed. Relationships, science, medicine, politics, day to day living – every social strata will be affected.
The old attitudes will be bulldozed aside by the influx of a new understanding. Resistance to change will melt away before the awesome power of the new spirit that will be abroad in humankind.
Look out selfishness, envy, greed, everything negative and disruptive in human nature. Love, like you’ve never known before, is coming. God’s love – Universal love – open wide the channels tightly closed for centuries and let it through.
Step out of the darkness, humankind, into the light of a brand new living that glows with the Sunshine of Love.
Step aside, hard-headed intellect. You’ve had your way. The suffering has been too much. Intolerable, the separation from all that is warm, gentle and considerate.
A new spirit is urging to show what it can do. There’s enthusiasm inside, a youthful outlook, all the desirable qualities that have been dammed back – wanting to surge outwards.
Who wants to dance the new steps of love, in tune with a universal melody? Come then and join the universal rhythm. Blend with its timeless beat, then dance out and express the joy that arises.
Cast aside the pain of living, the intellectual struggles and striving of the vagabond that travels the highways and byways of time looking for a home.
Humankind, too long you’ve been lost in time. Come on home. Love is waiting to enfold you – to smooth away all the heartaches caused by separation.
Castaway that you are, leave the vale of time. Join the Sunshine of Love, just for a moment. See how it opens your eyes.
You’ve heard the saying “Home is where the heart is.” Go then, to the Silent Heart of humankind and there you will find love waiting to greet you. You will never be the same again.
Live free of corruption
Kitchen Table Philosopher Joseph Raffa asks if corruption is endemic to human nature…
Corruption has been exposed over the years in sport, politics, science, in fact in most areas where people come together to compete, to achieve, in a bid for power or to accumulate wealth.
Is corruption then, in some form, endemic in the human race? Why are people in prominent positions prepared to risk all for the dubious returns that corruption offers?
Regardless of good intentions, protective legislation, watch dog committees, nothing seems to halt the movement of corruption, sometime, somewhere. Always it looms as an offering of worthwhile value. Those who are initially confronted with a choice yield for one reason or another, then they are caught in a web of devious deception from which it is difficult to extricate oneself.
Are we helpless then to halt the tide of its movement? No. Humans have always been endowed with an inner capacity, a universal nature, the discovery of which releases a deeper perception of the extent and depth of corruption in the human expression.
In many it may not be the spectacular kind that holds the media attention or brings forth investigative committees, but to individuals learning to live corruption free lives it is of profound importance to understand and eradicate every aspect of corruption that bids to settle in the mind. Not only the forms of corruption that are easily recognised as such but also the lesser ones which society may even accept as being worthwhile behaviour.
The end of dreaming
Kitchen Table Philosopher Joseph Raffa asks what is left of the knowing mind when the dream is ended…
Every concept shattered beyond recall. You, me, God, Void, Ultimate Reality. All projected by the mind as stepping stones to feed its urge for knowledge, its need to relate to something.
What is left now the dream has ended? The creative flow of experience, crystalising through the senses as forms, colours, shapes. Feeling to the touch. Sight for the eyes. Sound for the ears. Smells for the nose. A world for the mind. This is our life.
When all this ceases, what is left for the mind to know? What is left of the knowing mind?
We say “God is left, or the Ultimate, or a Strangeness”. We speak with such certitude of the unmentionable, the unseeable, the unknowable, the unthinkable.
How did we get into this? What lure is cast our way? We drift along life’s highway, singing or sorrowing as we go.
Then suddenly, a voice speaks out: “Man – you have a spiritual nature.”
We pack our bags and go. Where? Away from space and time. Away from mind.
To land where? Into uncertainty. Into a vast unknown.
How can we say this? Because it happens. Because it is so.
Don’t ask for explanations. Just go and see what follows.
And if perchance you find the words to express the wonder of that strange unknown, well, good luck to you. For those before you who dwelt there for a moment, were silenced by its nature, all they would say was “It is”. That’s all. “It is” or “That I am”. And perhaps, even this is far too much to say.
If you would like to read more of Joseph’s spiritual writing, it is now available from Amazon.com and other online retailers.
Deep in the Silence
Life reveals its true meaning when thought ceases, says Kitchen Table Philosopher Joseph Raffa
The soft plinging of music fills the ears, curiously beautiful, strangely absorbing the attention, lulling the dreamy mind into a state of well-being. The mood deepens, filling the entire being with its softness. The mind is still. All is well. No drifting movement disturbs the silence of being. The observer has temporarily vanished, absorbed in a happy state of listening. A nameless extent takes over. The mind has entwined lovingly and completely with its own movement, transforming in the process its offspring, the thought, illuminating it with its own light.
All is silence till the swift movement of thought breaks the spell, ending the silence. Of its own accord it raises wings and spreads across the background drawing attention to itself, bringing into existence the world of the known with its time and troubles. Thought weaves its pattern of change with lightning like rapidity – too swift to be followed by a sluggish mind. Elusive and difficult to pin down – gathering strength with its ability to deceive the observer. Compelling, this determination by thought to exist, to be the focus of attention, to continue.
Such then is the offspring of silence. Such is the mystery of silence – that thought must cease to separate itself in appearance before it can join the immensity of the silence. And only then, when thought glides swiftly to an end does life reveal its true meaning, its beauty and its immeasurable depth of love. So be it.
Joseph’s collected spiritual writing is now available in a series of books from Amazon.com and other online retailers.
You might like to try The Spirit Calls.
The key to higher understanding lies within each of us.
The Spirit Calls is an invitation to venture inwards to discover our true spiritual nature.
For those who care to listen to the still voice of the spirit, a new way of living awaits.
Enchanting Moments Alone
Kitchen Table Philosopher Joseph Raffa contemplates the still moments that arise to embrace the heart when we seek out quiet times in nature.
Where the surging water ripples and flows
Over the scattered mass of boulders
Spread across the earth
In jumbled disarray
Here, far away from the grasping hands
Of a time ridden civilisation,
Sheltered by a surround of tree-covered hills
The placid beat of a loving nature
Softly swirls over the landscape.
Soft winds warmed by the sun
Drift in and out of shadowy cover
Caressing gently into movement
Massed branches of green coloured leaves.
‘Tis enchantment indeed how the sound of the wind
Blends in with bird calls
And with the incessant chirps
Of a busy insect chorus.
Perfume, set adrift by love
Flows from brightly coloured flowers.
A heady, sweet scented aroma
An irresistible lure
Inviting fertilisation.
The delightful sounds of water in a hurry
Bubbling, swirling, gurgling
Its watery way
Over, around and between
Trees and upthrust boulders.
Where the dampness
Spreads its moistured carpet,
There, the mosses thrive and grow
Softly yielding beneath the naked feet.
To sit on a boulder and listen
To the play
Of nature’s musical instruments
Is sheer delight.
Memories of crowded cities fade
The discordant sounds of production machines
Do not intrude
And the competitive world
Of striving humans
Is temporarily forgotten.
The spirit of a loving nature
Advances slowly, into the heart,
Bypassing the mind
And its urgent need to reason.
The vista of growing plants,
The surround of unspoilt nature
Stirs a latent sensitivity, deep within.
Silenced by the wonder
The mind is deeply stilled.
And out of the heart
A great love comes a-creeping
Caressing, soothing, all embracing
The sights and sounds of nature
Vanish mysteriously
Into the depths of love
For a fleeting, delicate moment
Of sheer enchantment.
Joseph’s collected spiritual writing is now available in a series of books from Amazon.com and other online retailers.
You might like to try Beside Still Waters. This beautiful collection of essays touches on the universal search for meaning and inspires readers to reach out for the still waters of the spirit.
The human heart longs for peace and harmony. It seeks a restful haven from the relentless busyness of everyday life, drawing us to spend tranquil moments in natural surrounds that offer a brief respite from the hustle and bustle. There is a state of inner stillness, when the endless chatter of the mind has ceased, that a deeper understanding arises. These are the ‘still waters’ that bring new life to mankind, that lay claim to the heart and redirect the mind. These are the waters of peace, love and true togetherness that lift us up to divine heights of being and living.
The wind and the wave
Kitchen Table Philosopher Joseph Raffa says there can only be harmony of movement when wind and wave are in unison.
Self is not easy to deal with. It is not an enemy to be vanquished in battle. It is a motion like a wave on an ocean.
We are the wind that stirs the wave into being. If we like the wave, the way of it, what it does – all is well. There is no problem.
But if it displeases us, why then, we turn away, or rearrange, discipline or try to change till in our eyes we approve of what we see.
Strange is it not, that the wind that stirs the wave loses touch and lets the wave run free to do what it will, then disapproves of its own creation.
We produce many wavelets of moods, actions, thoughts and feelings that displease us.
Are we then so helpless – we, the wind that stirs the waves into being that we have to cry help to deal with our own waves?
Why does the wave become such a problem when it laps on the shores of time, flowing where it will? Has the wind lost control?
Such agitation transmitted from wind to wave. Surely the wave is the outcome of the variable force of the wind.
Work on the wave if you will; ignore the wind and the part it plays. Instability will continue to surface.
The wind too must come to order. Only when wind and wave are in unison is there harmony of movement.
Then the wave sparkles in the sunshine, reflecting the light that shines from within.
And the wind? Well, it’s happy with the outcome.
Joseph’s collected spiritual writing is now available in a series of books from Amazon.com and other online retailers.
Journey inward to reach home
Kitchen table philosopher JOSEPH RAFFA contemplates the ways of the mind.
Life has its demands. These cannot be ignored. The body has its needs. These must be met. In living the human expression many pathways beckon. People do their best to travel those that seemingly offer the best returns. The mind is the determinant, the decider of where to go and what to do.
If the mind is happy, at ease with what is done, all is well and life moves smoothly. But if uncertainty, resistance and compulsion settle in then the results are not very pleasant at all.
Not many live from moment to moment with a happy heart. Contradiction and choice are the bugbears that unsettle our movement through life, particularly when inner and outer security control the choices we make. The mind urges for self protection. The self is a complex mix of arising desires and demands. So many influences and attitudes have lodged in the mind. The past clouds its judgement.
The expression of choice is influenced by the past, by thinking, which is an attempt to lock the unknown of what to do for the best into a present frame of reference that is agreeable to the mind. The constant exercise of choice, to do what pleases, what is agreeable or profitable, is what makes living so difficult. Life refuses to be put 100 percent into a personal framework of this kind.
There are always challenges arising that we shy away from and, if face them we must, there is anxiety at the outcome. So, we venture through life with confidence at times, like timid mice at others. This cannot change while the self with its complex background is at the helm of human affairs. The insistence for the demands of the self to be met in every way leads to conflict. To have them denied by others also leads to conflict.
Life has become a push/pull affair, a constant attempt to satisfy and please the self. There is a persistence in this that is powerful. It can be held back for a time by discipline, channelled into organised courses for mutual benefit, welded into states, nations or movements to serve greater self interests, but unless every vestige is dug out of the human expression by a faultless understanding, trouble will follow in almost every human endeavour that the mind sets into motion.
The pressures within the self are like a ball held deep under the water. Relax the hold and it rushes to the surface and goes on its merry way creating mischief wherever it travels. Mind you,it has a high opinion of its own value. And it tenaciously clings to everything it has inwardly accumulated – agreeable memories, so many influences that have been absorbed in its journey through life. These shape its progress and its choices. Accustomed to being how it is, the self is very difficult to deal with. Being in control of its life, certainly having little understanding of its inner content, of what motivates its actions, it is not in a position to objectively investigate and evaluate its own behaviour. Nor can it easily clarify its relationship to others, to the outer world, to the society it lives in.
This does not matter if it is not interested in an exploration of the self. But it sometimes happens that the self sets to and decides to undertake an inner journey through its own nature. Itwants to understand what is going on beyond its surface extent, beyond the reasons, beyond the beliefs it holds. And, if it is stubbornly inclined in this direction it begins a learning that continues for as long as it functions in time in the way it knows. This journey, if it comes to fruition, takes it step by step from the outer it knows, from what it appears to be, through unknown levels that it was not aware of until it lodges without form, substance or illusion, in the heart of the strange Universal nature that is the essence of all things.
In this, it abides with the Eternal. The little self has come to rest in something vaster and grander. Now, a new rhythm controls its movement through life. Choice is exercised in little things, but in living the things that matter choice doesn’t come into it at all.
And the way of it is locked in the hearts and minds of those who travel this way – who make it to the Silent Strangeness. They are the happy, go lightly people who know what it is to sing thesong of the real and dance in time to heavenly music. What happens in time merely ruffles the surface. Their inner serenity remains undisturbed.
The little self that began the journey has come to the end of the line. And the end of the line is home.
- Joseph’s collected spiritual writing is now available as The Kitchen Table Philosopher series. It is available in print and digital formats from Amazon.com and other online retailers.
Am I or am I not?
Kitchen table philosopher JOSEPH RAFFA urges us to question our ideas of what we are.
Love brings the fresh, vibrant growth, the joyous outpouring of springtime. Love also brings the decay, the fading colours, the dying leaves of autumn. Without death there is no renewal. Yet mind holds to the past, fearful of letting go and surrounds itself with images.
Look back and you can see. A long trail of familiar memories rises to greet you. “This is me,” you say, “the core of what I am, myself, my journey.”
I was the child playing here and there – fresh as new spring growth, eager to break out and grow. Absorbed, I grew into every phase that opened out. Small child into older child. Older child into adolescent teenager, teenager into adult. I took all this to be what I am.
I see, I feel, I taste. Life’s experiences are my playing field. What am I without what I see, without this long trail of memories? Am I nothing? Look back, look now. And what of tomorrow should I still be here? My friend, my body will still be with me, greeting me as usual.
How the idea of what I am haunts me. Am I flesh, memories interlinked, accepted and acknowledged? Self here, self there, myself, me – what a torment. What is it in me that holds to substance, to form, to flowing experience? Am I nothing without all this. Or do I still exist? What do I hold to? Why do I hold on? Is it another of thought’s creations, an urgent desire driven by a fear of coming to an end as substance, as form? So that something of what I am continues in some way?
And when I say “I am part of the All, of a Universal Oneness.” Is this not thought reaching out to establish continuity in the Absolute? There is no home for thought in this – none whatsoever. It abides in silent contemplation. There is no establishment in this of thought created separation or conceived existence. Thought is a lesser state, beginning and ending. A projection from a secret source – itself unknown, its creations known.
How then can one speak of it? Draw back into the depths of what you are. Be the unknown for a moment. Then, you will understand.
- Joseph’s Kitchen Table Philosopher series of spiritual writing is available from Amazon.com and other online retailers.
When words no longer matter
Kitchen table philosopher Joseph Raffa asks if we can set words aside and let the heart lead.
Do people ever tire of words and complex descriptions? Listen to the flow, to the accumulation, as it issues forth. We draw on it to explain, to communicate, to support our actions and standing in life. It pours out, an energetic stream of words, expertly put together in convincing and logical sequence. Very impressive, depending on the eloquence and education of the person expounding on issues of interest. Every person has learnt something of the art of verbal expression, has passed a period of apprenticeship in which the use of language has been mastered. Then, when the need arises or a challenge, so the outpouring begins.
The Christian is programmed with the Bible and all else that is relevant to such a background. Buddhism comes in with its own particular influences. The Chinese with opposing yin and yang concepts. Science adds to the score with increasingly complex symbols and explanations. A wide variety of contributions, many intricate and difficult to understand.
What has happened to simplicity and directness? Why do humans travel a tortuous pathway of expression abounding in verbal complexities that surge into action like a dazzling fireworks display? Every social establishment has its collected lore, its authoritative reference library. This, the mind absorbs, every word digested then filed away as a basis for action when the need arises.
Plants grow, seasons change, the universe goes through its movements without a word being involved.
How did life ever manage to be what it is – plants grow, seasons change, the universe go through its movements without a word being involved? Yet humans can’t seem to do without them. Fascinating, the movement of words out of the human expression. And often very wearing, whether its talk-talk or thought-thought. So much so, that when we’ve had enough of chatter talk, of the mind and its intellectual expression, we head for quiet places of natural beauty, maybe down to the beach to let a fresh breeze offer some relief, or into the quiet of meditation to escape from the buzz bee of chattering talk.
And even there, although we may be quiet outwardly, inwardly, so accustomed is the medium of language, that thinking stirs, regardless of need and we chatter to ourselves, verbalising what we observe. It functions like breathing, has become second nature, this business of language and thinking. We rely on it for communication, to make things clear, as guidelines for ideas and actions. Without it we would be lost, unable to function as we do. Not only without words but also without the special techniques the mind invents to regulate its approach to life.
Much of learning is the learning of technique. So now we have the how mind, the what, where, why and when mind, the cause and effect mind. Not the mind of love, of simplicity and directness, but the complicated mind, the problem mind. Through the mind, we take care, explore the options, exercise choice to advantage, count the cost before we proceed in matters considered important. We are more concerned with the ways and the means, with the outer show and organisation, with preparation, methods and techniques, with protection before we move. We want maps detailing the dangers ahead, the obstacles, the possible returns. Not for the mind an expression that does not take care of the self in every way – that does not meet with self-approval or accord with the self’s inclinations and desires.
Trust, to the mind, needs help; faith needs its support. So the mind sets to and provides its own protection, its own support base. And words and reasons are the background basis of this support. Blithely we move along a trail of words, reassuring ourselves with the accumulated knowledge that we are doing very well, thank you. The mind knows it all, about life, the universe, how to do this and that. Complex modern living reduced to learnable techniques. No need to be crippled. We can learn to be masters of ourselves, of our surroundings and fashion our lives as we will.
In the process, we’ve created experts for every social activity. Our accumulated background of techniques, of information and know-how goes back a long, long way and is now very complex. So too, is the spin off in relationship problems and behaviour – the dark side of the human expression that will not fade away in spite of our expanding intellectual development.
And, when we move to consider the disturbing aspects, of what disrupts harmony, so we collect the available data, bring the experts in, determine conclusions, directives and future courses of action to resolve the unwanted situations. And somehow miss out, for difficulties follow us wherever we go, whatever we do and not yet do we blithely move down life’s highway without disturbing and distressing things happening. Or without feeling threatened by events or other people at times.
Could it be that mind is too overloaded with complicated ways now so that it cannot clearly see how to proceed – too concerned with looking after the self, with the how and the preparation which have become more important than spontaneous, integrated action? Should we bypass the mind in our deliberations because it is too busy looking after its own little concerns, too busy protecting its standpoint and is not aware how to proceed from a universal standing?
Do we have to move slowly, a step at a time, each carefully considered while the mind determines how its position will be affected? Will we ever break free of the restraints, imposed by the mind from its background accumulation, and head in a new direction, making a completely new beginning and forge a new approach to life in the process? We have the means within. This is natural, not acquired, not gained through experience. It is something that has always been there within the human expression.
Call it what you will, the spiritual, God, the Universal, but please, put names and words aside and also the complicated mind of time and discover directly what it is we are writing about. Just be with it. Let the Sunshine of Life come through. Don’t worry about the how, nor ask for the way. Let the heart lead. Move as one with the heart. Don’t be seduced by the mind into staying with the ways, means and explanations.
Move – fellow humans – move. The Sunshine is waiting.
* Joseph’s collected spiritual writings are now available in the Kitchen Table Philosopher series. Available in print and digital versions from Amazon.com and other online retailers.
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