Isolation

It is a reality. There is a reason why people like nothing, from time immemorial, have had to go out into the desert.

How that equates in the 21st century is this: isolation. It is an isolation of a kind that does not so much show up as exterior oddity. Rather, it is a kind of isolation from the temporal, not so easy, and easy enough to do as the temporal offers many distractions for those called to that world, that beautiful, temporal world where people chat and visit and interact and do and this and that wonderful things.

But someone like nothing is called away, and the effects are a bit daunting right now. The sheer reality that there is no energy to struggle against the flow of the current. And maybe this needs to be documented for this time, much as others have documented it in their times, through art and poetry, music, and also in silence.

To document something in silence is to not speak, but also perhaps to not write that which would be read while one is yet living. Hard to say on that. God will guide. But definitely to write in anonymity.

People do not comprehend the MCW and TCW--those who are in the TCW, that is. And that is because it is not necessary for them to comprehend, for they are called and willed by God to do their good works and good contemplations in the temporal Catholic world. But the mystical Catholic is called to be in the mystical Catholic world, and at this point, nothing can see no more point in trying to go back to the TCW. It didn't work out before, and it isn't going to now. And there is no lifeline that stretches out very far into the deep.

It becomes awkward for the priests, for they really do not know what to say and do not know what to do. And there is nothing they can do, for the current has taken over, and they must remain on shore, anyway, and assist the TCW Catholics. That makes sense. And the TCW is a realm of making perfect sense and of being practical. The MCW does not make sense.

That is why one who e-mailed took offense, as it read into what nothing wrote about the worlds. The person felt that nothing was saying the TCW meant nothing to nothing. It does mean something, but it is so that for whatever reasons, nothing has no motivation or energy to play act as if in that world anymore--other than in necessity such as speaking to the new neighbors moving in, some pleasantries.

Perhaps at Mass nothing is becoming yet more recollected, as it does not look about, and replies if spoken to, and smiles, but mostly remains inward. A woman saw nothing bring the harp out from the Cathedral, covered in its blanket, the planned blessing having not occurred as planned, so nothing went with the flow, and asked St. John the Baptist to "baptize" the harp. The woman was kind to unlike nothing's car door so it could more easily place the harp for its return ride to Agnus Dei. But she asked before offering to help, "Oh, let me see! What is it? A statue?"

Nothing said "No."

"Is it a cross, then?"

Nothing said, "No."

And then nothing was at the car with Rosa Mystica, and the woman offered to unlock the car, to help, and then she said, "I guess you are saying it is none of my business."

Nothing did not respond, but placed Rosa Mystica in the back seat, thanking the woman profusely for helping unlock the car door. Then it asked how things were going at the woman's parish, and the woman said how things are going for her, and in her life. All is well.

But see? Nothing did not have the motivation or energy to say what was wrapped in the blanket, for it is a private component of nothing's MCW existence. Somehow, it seemed unwise to mention it, although in a way, it was not kind to answer her curiosity. Either way would not have been wrong, but nothing did not have the energy to expose the answer, the harp. Doing so would have brought on more questions, and then more explanation--and if not explained, then more insult to the woman asking.

So it was with the e-mailer woman. She became insulted when nothing did try to explain the differences between worlds. So nothing just let that potential correspondent drop off, like a piece of wood going along with nothing in the current for awhile, and then hitting a net or something, and the waterway paths diverged.

And so with the priest who was going to bless Rosa Mystica in the Cathedral. He seemed distant, and in his way of sort of saying, "Oh, hi, nothing" without looking, without remembering that he was going to bless the harp after Mass, but rather kept going, walking and talking with the recently arrived priest from India. And nothing had not the energy to call out, "Are you going to still bless Rosa Mystica?"

Instead, inside nothing heard, "He is of the TCW, and so he must exist with TCW matters. The harp and your desire for its blessing are of the MCW. Let him walk on in the duties of his world, and where he is comfortable."

So nothing asked St. John the Baptist, who was beheaded and that being celebrated as a feast on the very day, to bless the harp. That is how that happened. In faith, the harp is blessed. Nothing put some holy water on it, in the Cathedral before taking it out to the car for the return trip. Once at Agnus Dei, nothing found an old Roman Ritual for the blessing of an organ, and silently prayed that, in another room, for the blessing did not have to occur physically with the harp, and why lug the binder out to the room, then lug it back?

Such is the way of the MCW: thought. And love.

Seems as if the love is not there, or perhaps is covered over some, with parched earth. In time, the rains will come, and there will be growth in love.