Emancipation from Salvation - Softcover

Maurice, R. Dax

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1504392841 ISBN 13: 9781504392846

Verlag: BalboaPress, 2017

Inhaltsangabe

I do not claim to be an enlightened person on the fringe of sainthood, but just an ordinary person who was impelled to step out of social consciousness. With these words r. Dax Maurice, a formerly very successful chiropractor and healer, begins his story. It is a story of how he lost everything that was important to him, and how that lost forced him to re-evaluate his life. He simplified his existence and started a journey of self-discovery that took him into uncharted territories. He will share the chronicle of his journey into the domain of spirituality. He explains different spiritual principles he learned to embrace in practical down to earth simplicity. He will share with you his awareness and experiences with the meditative practice of soul journey with the fellowship of spiritual travelers. This adventure led him to experience realities beyond the physical senses. This knowledge set him free from religious dogma. He takes you through the process of change from religious consciousness to spiritual consciousness. This metamorphous had him develop a different relationship with God and Divine Spirit than his upbringing. This led to spiritual experiences which opened his heart to Gods sublime love and beauty. Guilt, blame and shame were eradicated. A new perspective on life emerged. This story of one mans struggle to overcome loss and grow spiritually encourages the reader to examine his own life and discover the joy that may come with letting go of old thoughts and habits.

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Dr. Richard Guidry combines a very astute academic mind with his spiritual gifts and dare to ask question know one else has asked. He has the unique talent of finding the answers outside of the box of the accepted elementary beliefs and opinions. He has the ability to synthesize many seemingly unrelated concepts into a unified picture that is logical, reasonable and workable. He knows how to simplify the complicated. This book is an example of his brilliant abilities.

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Emancipation from Salvation

By R. Dax Maurice

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2017 R. Dax Maurice
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-5043-9284-6

Contents

Foreword, vii, 
The Foundation, 1, 
Phase Two, 9, 
Preferred Provider, 16, 
Dominican Republic, 22, 
Oklahoma, 28, 
Administrative Law, 33, 
I Need to Change, 38, 
The Changes, 44, 
Life in Little Paris, 50, 
The Christian Influence, 53, 
The Chiropractic Arrest, 60, 
Days after the Arrest, 66, 
I Am Soul, 0, 
The Many Facets of Indifference, 73, 
The Many Faces of Indifference Change Attitudes, 79, 
Mind and Soul, 84, 
Mind and Change, 89, 
The Physical and Emotional, 93, 
Knowledge versus Knowing, 102, 
Imagination, 109, 
Imagination, 115, 
The Spiritual Traveler, 129, 

CHAPTER 1

The Foundation

It was cold Wednesday morning, and Jack Frost had paid us a visit for the third straight night. My mother crept into the bedroom, but before she got to our beds, both my brother and I were awake, anticipating her 5:15 wake-up call. We both eagerly got dressed for the upcoming mile-and-a-quarter excursion. We dressed in the warmest clothes we could find, using scarfs and hats to cover everything but our eyes.

Mama gave us the final inspection before we headed out to the door. It was still dark outside, but we had our bikes ready to roll. My big brother was on his twenty-eight-inch bike, and I was on my twenty-six-inch. These were the older model bikes, the ones with the big tires and the backpedaled brake systems. We hit the deserted road and took off toward St. Christopher Catholic Church. We were altar boys, and this was our week to serve at 6:00 a.m. Mass. My brother and I were always dependable, and we took our duties as altar boys seriously.

We skipped breakfast because we needed to fast so that we could receive Holy Communion. Serving as an altar boy was one of the highlights of my childhood, since I was raised as a devout Catholic. We were fortunate to have an excellent priest as our role model during that time. Also, my mother's first cousin was a priest, another first cousin was in a religious order, and her uncle was a member of a religious order. We came from a family with a history of ordained ministers.

When it was time for high school, I decided to go to the seminary in order to study for the priesthood. I chose an out-of-state seminary located on a multiacre spread in the hardwood forest outside Lexington, Kentucky. I spent two spectacular years at St. John's Seminary. It was run by the monks of the St. Julian order.

There I was fortunate to be influenced by the spiritual and pious countenances and auras of the priest, brothers, and monks of this religious order. The seminary was located adjacent to their monastery. We seminarians were normal high school adolescents. Most of us were there primarily for the adventure and secondarily for studying for the priesthood. I noticed that we behaved and obeyed the rules not out of fear but to honor the St. Julian priest, brothers, and monks, who honored us by allowing us to be semi-participants in their monastery. We had mutual respect.

In my summer job between sophomore and junior years, I interacted with regular, non-seminarian high school students. A couple of girls took a liking to me, and I developed a fancy for one of them. The novelty of this physical, mental, and emotional experience captured my imagination. I decided to leave the seminary. My life was about to change in many ways.

Because of my Catholic history, I was led to attend the regional Catholic high school, which was also a boarding school. You must remember that I was leaving the influence of the St. Julian monastery to be with yet another religious order. I was anticipating a spiritual atmosphere similar to that I had experienced at St. John's Seminary. But the actions and attitudes of the ordained clerics in my new school were everything but that. Thirty seconds after walking through the front door on my first day, I realized that this was not the atmosphere of mutual respect and honor of my previous experience. This place was run on the opposite virtues than those at St. John's Seminary.

The amount of unnecessary, pathetic cruelty performed under the banner of religious authority was overwhelming. My childhood belief in the infallibility of adults and the religious clergy of the Catholic church was quickly deflated and replaced with the knowledge that these clerics were ordinary men using fear to hide their insecurities and inadequacies. The saving graces of this ordeal were the patience and understanding of my parents and the wonderful friendships I made at that age.

One benefit from high school was that I received an excellent education. All of the teachers at St. John's Seminary were priests who all had the equivalent of PhD educations.

My new school had the reputation of being a premier college-preparatory high school, and in my opinion, it was. Because of the discipline, regime, and study habits that I acquired at St. John's Seminary, I was well prepared for their academic expectations.

After high school graduation and at the eleventh hour, I decided not attend the local university but rather leave home and go to a neighboring city and attend a smaller university of academic excellence. It was a choice that I have never regretted.

Because my high school running buddy and I decided to enroll at a very late date, we were put into a makeshift dormitory. The university housing rules back then forced all freshmen to live in an on-campus dormitory for the first year. To accommodate the latecomers and overflow, a two-story army barracks was converted into a dormitory. There were just enough students to fill the first floor. There were about thirty-two of us, and with the dorm being small and quaint, we got to know each other quite quickly. My buddy was my roommate.

Two weeks into the first semester, one of the guys on the floor decided that college was not for him, so he departed. In late November, we got news that he had been drafted and sent to Vietnam; he was killed shortly after his arrival.

Fortunately for me, I was well prepared for college. The majority of my courses during the first semester were the same as I had had in high school. The only difference was in college, a subject was covered in one semester, whereas we covered the same material in high school in one year.

This gave me the opportunity to become oriented into college life without the stress of academics. I also realized that if I did not study and pass, I, too, would be drafted like our dormmate three doors down. These two factors gave me the incentive and edge for my first year in college.

Following my first semester in the dormitory, the university housing committee decided to exempt all those who were living in the military barracks from living in the dormitories. We were allowed to seek residences elsewhere. This started the grand adventure of changing residence on a semester-by-semester basis. This enabled me to broaden my interactions with others as well as change my environment whenever I needed to.

After my first year in college, I was comfortable with my own approach to college life and academics. Because of my study habits, I did not have to worry about passing. Studying and learning were actually fun and enjoyable and part of the experience. And at that age, I had a bulletproof body, the coordination of an athlete, a fresh set of adrenals, and an imagination of infinite possibilities. If I had had the wisdom of the...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: BalboaPress
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2017
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1504392841
• ISBN 13: 9781504392846
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 148
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: preigu GmbH & Co. KG; mail@preigu.de; ; Lengericher Landstr. 19; Osnabrück; Niedersachsen; 49078; Deutschland