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into great silence. part 4

mp3 generation

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Are we becoming iPod obsessed? Laptop depended? mp3 fanatics? (I've seen smth the other day about Londoners being so consumed by text-messaging WHILE walking, that the increase of street accidents are dangerously on the rise). 15 years ago they were bombarding us with the massages about "bad TV habits". Today it seems like a chant from another universe. Who would watch TV, when you can be INVOLVED via intergalactic gadgets connecting us with...yes...the whole world? Just one click away and the whole new reality of imagination is stirred and lured into the networking,web-surfing, blog reading, game playing etc.We need a teaching: how to survive the newest invasion of technology in everyday christian life? Oh, yes. I remember. We use it for the benefit of the Kingdom...

Czy mamy obsesje na punkcie iPodow? Czy jestesmy uzaleznieni od laptopow? Jestesmy fanatykami mp3? (Niedawno czytalam, ze Londynczycy sa tak zaabsorbowani pisaniem SmS-ow podczas chodzenia po ulicach, ze wypadki, ktore sa powodowane wlasnie przez takich osobnikow rosna w zstraszajaca szybkim tempie. 15 lat temu bombardowano nas wiadomosciami na temat"zlych przyzwyczajen do TV". Dzisiaj brzmi to jak wiadomosci zza swiatow. Kto by chcial ogladac TV, kiedy mozna byc calkowicie ZAANGAZOWANYM za posrednictwem mnostwa gadgetow laczacych nas z...calym swiatem? W zasiegu jednego klikniecia istnieje nieodkryty jeszcze swiat wyobrazen, ktory wzywa i przyciaga nasza uwage ku networking,web-surfing, blog reading, game playing.

Potrzebujemy nauczania: jak przetrwac najnowsza inwazje technologii w codziennym zyciu chrzescijanskim? Ach, no tak, pamietam i to. Wykorzystujemy to wszystko przeciez dla Krolestwa...

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That I might calm the turbulent emotions of my soul which arise from the planning and care of external things. That I might forget the forgettable and remember the eternal. That I might be seduced and wooed by the Absolute One. That I might give myself away to gain Him. That i might turn unreservedly to the Source of my life.

Uspokoje zawirowane uczucia mej duszy wydzierajace sie zza trosk rzeczy swiata zewnetrzengo. Zapomne o rzeczach zpomnianych i bede pamietac o wiecznych. Ulegne i przyciagnie mnie Ten, ktory jest Absolutem. Oddam mu sie w calosci, aby Go pozyskac. Zwroce sie calkowicie ku Zrodlu mego zycia.

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The day in a Carthusian monk: all in solitude, unless specifies otherwise

8.15 pm - go to bed

11.45 pm - individual prayer

12.15 am - Matins & Lauds - 2-3h prayer with other monks in church

6.30 am - Prime - prayer or spiritual reading from Scripture

7.45am - Mass in church with other monks

9.00am - Spiritual reading and study

10.00 - Terce prayer

10.45 am - Manual work or Study

11.45 am - Sext - prayer

12.00pm - Meal and recreation (reading, walking, gardening)

2.00 pm - Recitation of None, reading and study

3.15 pm - manual labor

4.00pm - Vespers

5.00pm - Vespers in church

7.00pm - Compline

8.00pm - bedtime

Once a week 2 h walk with monks, conversations and discussions.

Watch the clip from the movie Into great silence:

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into great silence. part 3

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to talk or not to talk. virtue of silence.

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To the praise of the glory of God, Christ, the Father’s Word, has through the Holy Spirit, from the beginning chosen certain men, whom he willed to lead into solitude and unite to himself in intimate love. (Prologue of the statutes of the Carthusian Order.)

Life of a Carthusian monk is marked by solitude and silence. Their way to God leads through contemplation. Contemplating requires continual conversion. Inner silence creates a space necessary to experience God's presence.Through this way they become aware of a great mystery that is present in every Christian.

They don't provide a special method or structure for prayer. The only way is Jesus Christ. It is not important what they do, but what God is doing in and for them.

Prayer requires silence inside of a soul. Otherwise no one can be heard and payed attention to. The attempts to "make" my heart silent can be troublesome. How to quite down a restless, ever-wondering mind? Can it be done through pushing out all of the distractions behind the doors of our inner chamber and shutting the door? Covering up noise does not provide a silence within.

The gift of silence is within me. It needs to raise up. Then all the other noises will be quenched, invasions of distractions will vanish. Silence is when the presence of Him, who Is, rests within the core of my essence.

It's interesting that almost every great teacher of contemplative life points to the fact that there is a stage of growth or development where everyone must come to. It is a place where the words, even those inner whispers, become to small, to obscure, to imperfect, to diminishing to continue in the way of progressing toward His holy mountain. There is a time when I have to put aside all. Not in a struggle, not in a warfare, but willingly offer a sacrifice of communicating with Him on my terms, so He can start to commune with me on His terms.

An undisciplined mind can not get to that place. God's grace will let the soul beyond imaginations and the senses, toward the holy tranquility. As they say, then He can make a habitation within my heart. Something beautiful. Something glorious. In this place of inner peace and inner silence God can dwell in an unbound manner. He can give His life. He can give me prayer. He can give me joy. He can feed my hunger. It is not a place that I just ask for Him to speak to me. I pass further. He gives Himself to me. I start to understand who He is and whom he made me to become. I come home.

It is not esoteric. It is very human. It is very God in very me.

Prayer is not just the ooohs and aaaahs, visions and gifts, experiences and dry spells. Beyond all of this there is a place of returning to the very being of a human existence, joining my body , soul and spirit with the One who made me.

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Study results: men use about 2,000 - 5,000 words per day, but women use 5,000 - 30,000.
That's a lot of talking.

Forgive my English composition. It's not gonna get any better :-) any time soon.

Check this Carhusian monastery. They pray like mad also. Just different style.

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wersja polska

mowic czy milczec. cnota milczenia.

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Ku chwale i slawie Boga, Chrystus, Slowo Boze, przez Ducha Swietego, od poczatku wybiera szczegolnych ludzi, ktorych pragnie prowadzic ku ciszy i zjednoczyc ze Soba w bliskiej milosci. (Wstep do statutu Zakonu Kartuzow)

Zycie mnicha Kartuza jest naznaczone cisza i odosobnieniem. Medytacja jest ich droga ku Bogu.. Kontemplacja wymaga nieustannego nawrocenia. Cisza wewnetrzna stwarza miejsce potrzebne do doswiadczenia obecnosci Bozej. Na takiej wlasnie drodze staje sie on swiadomy misterium, ktore jest obecne w kazdym wierzacym.

Regula zakonu nie wytycza zadnych szczegolnych metod lub struktur modlitewnych. Jedyna droga jest Jezus Chrystus. Nie jest waznym, czym mnich sie zajmuje, waznym jest to, co Bog czyni dla niego i w nim.

Modlitwa wymaga ciszy wewnatrz duszy. W przeciwnym razie dusza nie jest sie w stanie nikogo uslyszec. Proby „narzucenia” ciszy wlasnemu sercu zdaja sie byc jednak uciazliwe. Jak mozna wyciszyc niespokojny, wiecznie zabiegany umysl? Czy zamykanie drzwi naszego wnetrza calemu zamieszaniu i rzeczywiscie pomaga? Samo wyciszanie zgielku nie wprowadza ciszy wewnetrznej.

Dar ciszy jest we mnie. Powinien wzrosnac. Wtedy caly zgielk bedzie zduszony, inwazje rozproszen zamilkna. Cisza wkracza wtedy, gdy obecnosc Tego, ktory Jest, spoczywa w centralnym miejscu mojego istnienia.

Interesujacym jest, ze prawie kazdy wybitny nauczyciel zycia kontemplatywnego wskazywal na moment wzrostu czy rozwoju, ktory musi niechybnie nastapic. Jest to miejsce, gdzie slowa, nawet najcichszy szept, staja sie zbyt male, zbyt zwyczajne, zbyt niedoskonale, wrecz pomniejszajace wyrazana rzeczywistosc zmierzajaca ku Jego swietej gorze. Nadchodzi taki czas, kiedy musze odsunac wszystko. Nie w walce, nie w zmaganiach. Musze z wlasnej woli zrezygnowac z mojego sposobu komunikowania sie z Nim, aby On zaczal przebywac ze Mna tak, jak tego pragnie On sam. Stan ten okreslany jest jako laska modlitwy wlanej.

Niezdyscyplinowany umysl nie jest w stanie dotrzec do tego miejsca. Boza laska poprowadzi dusze poza wyobrazenia i zmysly, w kierunku swietego wyciszenia. Znani kontemplatycy mowia, ze wlasnie wtedy moze On zamieszkac w mym sercu. Piekno i chwala. W owym miejscu wewnetrznego pokoju i ciszy Bog moze poruszac sie bez ograniczen. Daje zycie. Uczy mnie modlic sie. Obdarowuje mnie radoscia. Nasyca mnie. Nie jest to tylko miejsce, w ktorym prosze, aby do mnie przemowil. Wchodze glebiej. On daje mi Siebie. Zaczynam pojmowac kim jest On i kim mnie stworzyl. Wracam do domu.

Nie jest to zadna mrzonka ani wymysly ludzi znudzonych monotonia zycia. Jest to jak najbardziej ludzki sposob dochodzenia do Boga. Sam Bog w glebi duszy.

Modlitwa nie opiera sie tylko na poruszeniach, wizjach i darach, doswiadczeniach, pustyniach. Poza tym wszystkim istnieje miejsce powrotu do sedna istnienia, zlaczenia mego ciala, duszy i ducha z Nim, ktory mnie stworzyl.

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into great silence. part 2

When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face. The "worst" is never the worst. Lam 3.28 (The Message)

Kiedy zycie staje sie uciazliwe i trudne, odejdz. Wkrocz w cisze. Zanurz sie w ciszy. Poklon w modlitwie. Nie pytaj, niech nadzieja sie ukaze. Nie uciekaj od uciskow. Zmierz sie z nimi. "Najgorsze" nie jest najgorszym. Lam 3.28 (wolny przeklad)

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Even I heard this song when I was small.. but I did not know they wrote it in the aftermath of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Here it goes:

Slyszalam te piosenke wielokrotnie w dziecinstwie, ale nie wiedzialam, ze napisana zostala po zamachu na J.F. Kennediego. Oto ona:

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence

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