Christa David – Holding Center As I Am
Last week while researching commentaries on the story of Legion, I stumbled across this beautiful thing given to the world by the illustrious mystic Dr. Howard Thurman.
Blessings,
Marcie
The Sound of the Genuine
by the Rev. Dr. Howard Thurman
There is in every person something that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in themselves. . . There is in you something that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself. Nobody like you has ever been born and no one like you will ever be born again—you are the only one. And if you miss the sound of the genuine in you, you will be [a fragment, not a whole,] all the rest of your life. Because you will never be able to get a scent on who you are.
Do you remember in the Book [the Christian Bible] Jesus and his disciples were going through the hills and there appeared in the turn of the road a man who was possessed of devils as they thought. In the full moon when the great tidal waves of energy swept through his organism and he became as ten men . . . screaming through the hills like an animal in pain and then he met Jesus on the road. And Jesus asked him one question: “Who are you; what’s your name?” and for a moment his tilted mind righted itself and he said, “That’s it, I don’t know, there are legions of me. And they riot in my streets. If I only knew, then I would be whole.”
So the burden of what I have to say to you is, “What is your name— who are you—and can you find a way to hear the sound of the genuine in yourself?” There are so many noises going on inside of you, so many echoes of all sorts, so many internalizing of the rumble and the traffic, the confusions, the disorders by which your environment is peopled that I wonder if you can get still enough—not quiet enough—still enough to hear rumbling up from your unique and essential idiom the sound of the genuine in you. I don’t know if you can. But this is your assignment.
Christa David – She Split The Earth That Day
1. Seek Self through The Song of the River
There is a children’s story written for adults called The Blue Cat of Castleton. You may know it. It is built on a New England legend which says that no cat mother wanted to have a kitten that had all blue hairs and pink ears. Because if she had such a kitten, it would be that kitten’s fate to hear the song of the river, and if the kitten heard the song of the river following that melody he or she would have to leave home, learn the song of the river, and go in quest of a home where the song of the river was recognized. So the “kit-hero” of the story was born all blue hairs [and] pink ears except four black hairs in his tail. . . .One by one the black hairs dropped out. This last night the kitten was asleep. He heard rumbling up under his sleeping consciousness the song of the river, and in a kind of drunken stupor he got up, shook himself and wondered down to the river. There the river taught him the song:
Sing your own song, said the river
Sing, sing your own song
Out of yesterday song comes
It goes into tomorrow,
Sing your own song.With your life fashion beauty,
This too is the song.
Riches will pass and power,
But beauty remains.
Sing your own song.All that is worth doing,
Do well, the river said. Sing, sing your own song
Certain and round be the measure
Every line graceful and trueTime is the mold, the weaver, carver,
Time and the workman together,
Sing your own song well,
Sing well, the river said,
Sing your own song well.
So the kitten learned the song and went in quest of a home—and how would he know when he had found a home? He would walk in, stretch out, and begin singing the song and if the person who heard him recognized the song he knew that he had found a home. Without going into all the details one of the first places he went was into a pewter-maker’s house. He walked in, stretched out in front of the hearth, and began singing the song. As soon as the pewter-maker heard the first line of the melody, he froze, and a faraway look came in his eyes; then he remembered.
Long, long ago [the pewter-maker] knew the song of the river. During the time that he knew the song of the river, every piece of pewter fashioned was an expression of an inner dream he had about the creative possibilities of pewter. He was so proud of it, until he put his imprint motto on the bottom of it so that everybody would know that he who knew the song of the river had stamped the pewter.
Then he married, babies began coming, tourists began demanding more and more pewter, budgets increased, money was hard, so he began grounding out the pewter cups. He was so embarrassed in his psyche that he didn’t want to put his name on it. Then he heard the kitten and he remembered that somewhere along the way he had forgotten that he knew the song of the genuine in himself. A simple story.
Christa David – Nothing Much To Do Except Be
2. Follow the Sound of the Genuine
There is something in every one of you that waits, listens for the genuine in yourself—and if you can not hear it, you will never find whatever it is for which you are searching and if you hear it and then do not follow it, it was better that you had never been born. You are the only you that has ever lived; your idiom is the only idiom of its kind in all the existences, and if you cannot hear the sound of the genuine in you, you will all of your life spend your days on the ends of strings that somebody else pulls.
There is in you something that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself and sometimes there is so much traffic going on in your minds, so many different kinds of signals, so many vast impulses floating through your organism that go back thousands of generations long before you were even a thought in the mind of creation and you are buffeted by these and in the midst of all of this you have got to find out what your name is. Who are you? How does the sound of the genuine come through to you. . . . The sound of the genuine is flowing through you.
Don’t be deceived and thrown off by all the noises that are a part even of your dreams [and] your ambitions that you don’t hear the sound of the genuine in you. Because that is the only true guide that you will ever have and if you don’t have that you don’t have a thing. You may be famous. You may be whatever the other ideals are which are a part of this generation, but you know you don’t have the foggiest notion of who you are, where you are going, what you want. Cultivate the discipline of listening to the sound of the genuine in yourself.
Now there is something in everybody that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in other people. And it is so easy [for you or me] to say, “Anybody who looks like him or her or anybody who acts as this person or the other acts,” there simply can’t be any sound of the genuine there. I must wait and listen for the sound of the genuine in you. I must wait. For if I cannot hear it, then in my scheme of things, you are not ever present. And everybody wants to feel that everybody else knows that she is there.
I have a friend who just became blind after she was a grown woman. I asked her, “What is the greatest disaster that your blindness has brought you?” She said, “When I go places where there are people, I have a feeling that nobody knows that I’m here. I can’t see any recognition, I can’t see. . . . and if nobody knows that I’m here, it’s hard for me to know where I am.”
There is something that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in your mother, in your father, in the people you can’t stand – and if you had the power you would wipe them out. But instinctively you know that if you wipe them out, you go with them. So you fight for your own life by finding some way to get along with them without killing them. There is something in you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in other people. And if you can’t hear it, then you are reduced by that much.
If I were to ask you what is the thing that you desire most in life this afternoon, you would say a lot of things off the top of your head, most of which you wouldn’t believe. But you would think that you were saying the things that I thought you ought to think that you should say. But I think that if you were stripped to whatever there is in you that is literal and irreducible and you tried to answer that question, it may be something like this:
I want to feel that I am thoroughly and completely understood so that now and then I can take my guard down and look out around me and not feel that I will be destroyed with my defenses down.
I want to feel completely vulnerable, completely naked, completely exposed and absolutely secure. This is what you look for in your children when you have them. This is what you look for in your husband if you get one. That I can run the risk of radical exposure and know that the eye that beholds my vulnerability will not step on me. That I can feel secure in my awareness of the active presence of my own idiom in me.
So as I live my life then, this is what I am trying to fulfill. It doesn’t matter whether I become a doctor, lawyer, housewife, that I’m secure because I hear the sound of the genuine in myself, and having learned to listen to that, I can become quiet enough, still enough to hear the sound of the genuine in you.
Now if I hear the sound of the genuine in me and if you hear the sound of the genuine in you it is possible for me to go down in [my spirit] and come up in [your spirit]. So that when I look at myself through your eyes having made that pilgrimage, I see in me what you see in me. [Then] the wall that separates and divides will disappear, and we will become one because of the sound of the genuine makes the same music.
Christa David – This Joy I Have the World Didn’t Give
3. Life’s Assignment
Now this is you assignment and you can never say again that nobody told you:
Go thy way
All things say
You have your way to go
You have your way to live
There is a need for you to make in the hearts of others
Do your thing and be sure of this:
No other can do for you what God appointed you to do
Not any light shall fall upon your road for other eyes
The angels call you as they call every other
Your life is precious to them as the greatest life created
So live your life and go your way
So that God will not have to be forgiven for letting you be born.
There is in every person that which waits, waits, waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in herself. There is that in every person that waits—waits and listens—for the sound of the genuine in other people. And when these two sounds come together, this is the music God heard when He said, “Let us make humankind in our image.”
Marcie ~ you are simply remarkable ~ I am afraid that I have missed my time ~ so grateful for you ~ grateful for your voice 🙏🏻🕯🕊🤍💚
These are all so beautifully stated. I’ve heard the story of Legion, but only in my years of devout, traditionally-stricken Christianity. And it was far less relatable, far less graceful and far less hopeful.
There are two things I have always prayed for…from the very first day I recognized and acknowledged the triune God. That I would never ever lose the feeling of, or forget, being “found”, and that I wouldn’t waste what He gave me. The latter has haunted me more than the former, as He has been faithful in all the years I’ve been permitted to be here.
But reading about The Genuine, this is making the latter more clear to me, and maybe I still can know me, my name and who I am, in my late years. In the meantime the work of love continues, in fact they are likely inextricably connected.