I am a monk

       I am a monk. Okay, a novice monk but still a monk leading a monk's life. I've been initiated and served in a monastery. I know the Benedictines and the Franciscans, the Ursulines as well. I know the Buddhists and the Hare Krsnas and the many sub groups associated with these orders. I have many friends who are dedicated and sincere in monasticism. I lived among an illio monastic society for a few years in Arlington. I studied many of the great religions and psycho religions that come to America for shelter from the harsh reality of persecution. The USA is the only country that has separation of church and state.
         Religion shelters many people. It still takes a commitment to goodness and honesty which is difficult for many people. Especially, those displaced and wandering souls that have lost their community. This is exactly why I became a monk in the first place. I struggled not to become displaced.  I fought in every way not to be subject to a routine of prayer and ritual.  

    Religion that calls itself religion is not the real deal. All the trappings of religion are simply a reminder of a God that needs your worship. He can be called to help you. It is not an easy thing to do. It takes forgiveness first. 

       Forgive yourself then your surroundings and the people who surround you. By getting a fresh start you can give a fresh start to everyone. 

     The Native Americans pray this way. At the very first light of morning, the Warrior would bow first to the East, then the South, West and North saying at each point: "All to the East of me is sacred, All to the South is sacred, All to the West is sacred, All to the North is sacred."
      During those days, I had heard the Timothy Leary mantra that said tune in, turn on, drop out.  I added the rejoinder which is applicable...come back for a visit. There is no escape from reality.