I believe that the greeting “Namaste” means more than just “I bow to you.” Namaste also means “the recognition of the same divine life shining in another person” — your words to describe transpersonal intimacy. The Holy Spirit in me greets the Holy Spirit in you — Namaste!🙏
This is illuminating. Never had a context to that feelings when meeting people sometimes.
Seems akin to "see Jesus in others" . I have had that happen a few times - in very unexpected circumstances. Just a flash of recognition in the eyes then it is gone.
I will elect to convert a bit of this into language that is more personally palatable for me. (No offense. I'm just a bit 'God' shy althoughI realize it's all the same, no matter the vernacular. ) "Es, fui: Sum, eres."
Your line about conversion to compassion resonates with me.
A Jewish friend took me on in an attempt to learn me Hebrew. I discovered that he had begun life as a Christian as had I. When I asked him why he had been willing to teach me Hebrew and about Judaism, he replied, "Well, you were genuinely interested and you didn't seem like you were going to try and reconvert me." I responded, "I am interested and I don't have the power to convert anybody."
I did learn his transformation story and never once tried to convert him.
I believe that the greeting “Namaste” means more than just “I bow to you.” Namaste also means “the recognition of the same divine life shining in another person” — your words to describe transpersonal intimacy. The Holy Spirit in me greets the Holy Spirit in you — Namaste!🙏
Yes, exactly that. Namaste isn’t sentiment, it’s ontology. The bow isn’t a courtesy, it’s confession. “The same life that breathes me, breathes you.”
Namaste! 🥰💞🫂
This is illuminating. Never had a context to that feelings when meeting people sometimes.
Seems akin to "see Jesus in others" . I have had that happen a few times - in very unexpected circumstances. Just a flash of recognition in the eyes then it is gone.
I will elect to convert a bit of this into language that is more personally palatable for me. (No offense. I'm just a bit 'God' shy althoughI realize it's all the same, no matter the vernacular. ) "Es, fui: Sum, eres."
I am: You are.
The end. 😀
Same. The Bible Belt taught me fluency in shame before I ever learned prayer.
It takes years to translate that language back into love.
Thank you! You have put words on an experience I have been fortunate enough to have had several times!
Your line about conversion to compassion resonates with me.
A Jewish friend took me on in an attempt to learn me Hebrew. I discovered that he had begun life as a Christian as had I. When I asked him why he had been willing to teach me Hebrew and about Judaism, he replied, "Well, you were genuinely interested and you didn't seem like you were going to try and reconvert me." I responded, "I am interested and I don't have the power to convert anybody."
I did learn his transformation story and never once tried to convert him.
This is such a beautiful essay, I can’t stop thinking about it.⚡️
Beautiful thoughts flowing then…..