MY DEAR BROTHER,
The Holy Spirit is a person--not an "it".
That aside, the Holy Spirit can only accomplish His duties when we are completely surrendered to His Power and completely open and receptive to what He is trying to do in our Hearts.
However, in order to receive the Holy Spirit in the first place, there is a process to be completed:
"When the people heard this, they were cut to the heart and said to Peter and the other apostles, 'Brothers, what shall we do?'
"Peter replied, 'Repent and be baptized, everyone of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.' " (Acts 2:37-38)
The Process being:
#1. Believe the Gospel
#2. Repent of your sins
#3. Be Baptized, letting your old sinful ego die in the water and be raised up a New Creation, with God's new Life in control of your being in its place
#4. Receive the Holy Spirit, and keep the Temple cleansed so as to be a fit habitation for God to indwell you
#5. Surrender COMPLETELY to the Holy Spirit, listen to His (still small) voice, and be obedient in all that you are told.
SIMPLE! Have you done these things prior to your expecting the Holy Spirit to do His thing?
ABBA'S FOOL,
ephraim
It puzzled me that there would be a step-by-step process in place to access an ekstasis (a standing outside of oneself in the presence of the Other). It seems to me that the process might be more of a mystery...more of an inward journey taken in secret..one fully prepared for when all striving has ceased...
On a dark night,
Kindled in love with yearnings--
oh, happy chance!--
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder,
disguised--oh, happy chance!--
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide,
save that which burned in my heart.
This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he
(well I knew who!)
was awaiting me--
A place where none appeared.
Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!
Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping,
and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
~St. John of the Cross
Unless it's more like the Microsoft office assistant that just comes with the purchase of your PC and pops up with advice when it senses you don't know what to do.
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ABBA'S FOOL,
