The Sanctity of the Moment

When addressing a spirituality group I attend an acquaintance of mine invariably speaks of the sanctuary of the moment. How each moment is sacred.

For me living in the sanctuary of any given moment of time is not enough. We must go beyond the normal definition of sanctuary. Beyond the idea of taking refuge. We must be more daring, less cautious. If we are going to be in that sanctuary, fully and completely bathed in its mystical grandeur, we must be living in the sanctity of each moment in that sanctuary.

The sanctuary of the moment is a safe place to be. That is both the glory of it and the problem with it. It is wondrous to be bathed in the resplendence of its mystical illumination.

If we are merely taking sanctuary rather than living fully in the sanctity of the sanctuary, it’s like being anywhere else. We can choose whether we are hiding out in a sanctuary or if by being there we are giving our souls full permission and blessing to grow. We can hide out there without being fully engaged in the spiritual sanctuary. We decide whether or not we are bathing in the waters of holiness. We determine if we are even dipping a toe in the grace of the sanctuary or treading spiritual waters.

All too often we’re committed to letting somebody else do the work for us. We don’t want to make decisions about our physical or spiritual lives. Let someone else be Mother for me. You can decide what I wear, what I eat, where I go, who I see. Can’t you?

Likewise, out of fear or laziness or some other excuse I can duck out of responsibilities and let you decide my spirituality. If we were born into one religious faith or another, why not tell ourselves and the rest of the world that same religion is also our spirituality? Why not ignore the fact that religion and spirituality are two different things? We decide whether or not they inform and enrich each other in our lives. We decide whether to block out all independent thought and inquiry or to use it to deepen ourselves. To enlarge our souls.

In the sanctity of the moment I am aware that when someone attempts to label me a light worker they are wrong. Much of my work is fighting darkness in darkness. Much of it is done when the world sleeps and I am pulled out of my body. My body remains behind. Taking off for spiritual battle is a favorite daily exercise of my twin brother. He takes me along for the ride.

Some people do push-ups. Some run a few miles a day. Others lift weights.

I battle dragons.

In the void of space and time I am pulled from my body to slay demons and protect creation. One might think that last sentence is supposed to end with the words “as we know it”. That is not true.

While you may be living life as you know it, there is much in this existence you don’t see. There is much from which your eyes are shielded. There are things you might need to know. Things you know in the deepest hidden recesses of your being where your soul dwells.

In the sanctity of the moment I cease to exist as a singular human being and become part of a greater whole. Not even a molecule. One of many who all exist as one.

In the sanctuary of the moment — in the sanctity of the moment — we are more than our individual selves. We cease to exist as individuals. We become part of the whole.