Beyond Common Sense...Written by Terry Dashner
The Limits of Common Sense…
Terry Dashner…………….Faith Fellowship Church PO Box 1586 Broken Arrow, OK 74013
I was taught to value common sense. My roots are small town, lower middle-class American from heart of America—Oklahoma. My dad was a WWII veteran who had seen action in South Pacific and claimed he made it through war by grace of God and his ability to use his natural wits. My Mother was from a family of nine brothers and sisters, who grew up in a country home without electricity and without indoor facilities. They had a path-and-a-half that led to an outhouse, a good distance from house.
Pragmatism was honorable and way to “make it” in rough-and-tumble world outside. Pragmatism was known by many names in Dashner home—good-ole-common-horse-sense, good-sense, level-headedness, and common-smarts, to name some of more commonly used. And much pride went into addressing pundit’s paradoxes, intellectual’s conundrums, and academia’s curricula with a home-spun wisdom that kept life simple. After all, isn’t life supposed to be simple?
Through years my pragmatism has rescued me, on more than one occasion, while serving in military and municipal law enforcement. I’m glad for my contributions to country and community by way of common man’s wit. But to be perfectly honest, I must admit that there is more to living than just being practical. Listen please.
I agree with Socrates. Our most practical need in life is to be more than a pragmatist. I believe words of Jesus who said that man shall not live by bread alone. Yes, there is more to living than bread. As a matter of fact, Jesus also said that it would profit man very little to gain whole world—all it offers—and lose his own soul. Or in other words, man was created for a higher purpose. Man should not live by his natural wits alone, while ignoring deeper issues of life beyond this life.
The Body-Temple, A Song of GloryWritten by Judith Pennington
One of most fascinating stories I've ever heard came from a respected psychic teacher who received a phone call from a man in a hospital to have both feet amputated. The psychic wasn't given this information, but intuitively heard man's feet complain that he never let them rest. Knowing this to be true, man promised to change jobs and his feet, deciding to trust him, healed immediately.
I read an equally amazing story about an elderly tabby cat, Richie, on verge of death from a large malignant tumor between his eyes. The veterinarian's acupuncture treatments did nothing until used to attune Richie to Cosmos. Richie's owner, supporting this, called in an animal communicator who taught cat, with his agreement, to visualize shrinking of tumor. One week later, to veterinarian's astonishment, tumor began to shrink and next week disappeared.
Stories lke these, told by honest, intelligent people, shift our perceptions of reality, don't they? We are taught that reason and verbal communication lift us above other creatures, who therefore must not be able to think or feel. And yet, if divine consciousness of love exists within every cell of our bodies, and every thing within and outside of us is connected, then everything must be conscious.
Quantum physics, brain wave research, animal studies and bioacoustics, which heals by restoring body's missing frequencies, are repeatedly proving this. But we can simply feel connectedness, can't we, when we go out into nature? We relax, rejoice and receive insights needed; nature confides her healing secrets through both our ordinary and intuitive senses.
Over past year, while beginning to listen to and honor voice of my body, I've grown visibly healthier and more intuitively aware that everything in Creation is an aspect of divine, each singing "a song of glory," as Edgar Cayce, great psychic-healer, put it. My still, small voice chimes in that nature is a living organism embodying every aspect of consciousness: her whispering wind, musical waters, stormy mountaintops and flowered meadows comprise a body-temple calling us to balance, peace and love for All That Is.