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Interfaith Outreach

By The Rev. Graeme Chapman

It can be argued, as a consequence of exploring the extensive dimensions of the knower, that our capacity for discernment will depend upon the degree to which we are in touch with various levels of human experience. It can be further contended that there are, at least, four different ways of experiencing ourselves, or of appropriating human nature. We can live out of that part of us with which we ...

By Father Joseph S. O'Leary
Christianity is based on the idea, or rather the event, of divine forgiveness: “As the Lord has forgiven you, so you also [must forgive]” (Col. 3:13). Why was this reality so little actualized in Northern Ireland? Even now, when a measure of rational political coexistence has been achieved, there is little cordiality or friendship between the Christian communities of the area. Such ...
By Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

...you are not this, there is nothing of yours in this, except the little point of 'I am' ... . 'I am this, I am that' is dream, while pure 'I am' has the stamp of reality on it. You have tasted so many things -- all came to naught. Only the sense 'I am' persisted -- unchanged. Stay with the changeless among the changeful, until you are able to go beyond.

Edited by Jerry Katz

Permission to ...
By Ajahn Chah

What is Dhamma? Dhamma is that which can cut through the problems and difficulties of mankind, gradually reducing them to nothing. That's what is called Dhamma and that's what should be studied throughout our daily lives so that when some mental impression arises in us, we'll be able to deal with it and go beyond it. Problems are common to us all whether living here in Thailand or in other ...

By Halah Khan

Poetry from the Afghan Mystic, Halah Khan 

From: Triptych: Love Letter I, String of Fate, and The Lost Star

Love Letter I:

To all the words I am afraid to say, that twist and burn under my tongue; to all the wounds I am tired of reopening; to a love for hideous things, a love I keep nurturing with my own sinister hands. All language is lost on me; I am weaving old, abandoned dreams, ...