Transcendental Universalism

We live in a world that is deeply troubled and full of deception, division, deformity, malevolence and hatred and indifference. Long ago, the transcendentals (truth, unity, beauty, goodness, and love) were considered interconnected and mutually reinforcing. In philosophy and theology, they are seen as fundamental attributes of being and are not easily separated or opposed. And yet, in everyday language and human experience, we can easily identify concepts that stand in opposition to these ideals.

The departure from or negation of the positive qualities associated with each transcendental, for instance, when falsehood opposes truth by distorting reality, or division counters unity by creating separation, or ugliness contrasts with beauty by lacking harmony, evil opposes goodness by causing harm, and hatred or indifference stand against love by rejecting connection and compassion, we have the world we experience today.

This opposition is not found in one school of thought but goes right through everyone of them. For example, while Christianity does use many widely used metaphors and symbols, this doesn’t mean that it lacks value. It must simply be understood within context and as a narrative, amongst other things. So as soon as anyone claims to have the ‘one true faith,’ they are declaring every other faith as wrong, even evil. This exclusivity turns Christianity into the opposite of what we see in the Sermon on the Mount preaching.

There is no reason why Christians couldn’t see Jesus as the embodiment of the transcendentals and his tragic story revealing man’s rejection of these divine principles. They can even turn it around and say that understanding this to be the tragedy of mankind is also a means of atonement (at-one-ment), which I believe to be the case.

For me, as a transcendental universalist, the divine principles were identified long ago. Where these are upheld in traditions, they are fulfilling a divine calling, where these principles suffer, the opposition becomes obvious. The reason for this seems to be a habitual preference for a certain kind of attention, which mirrors the brain hemispheres, which though having different attentive realms, need each other for a holistic perspective. All paths that seek Truth, Unity, Beauty, Goodness and Love are valid ways of engaging with the divine or the sacred.

Having said that, it is not wholly restricted to brain function, but the unity of consciousness that underlies everything. I am also a panentheist, meaning I see the divine consciousness intersecting every part of the universe and also extending beyond space and time. This means that everything is an expression of divine consciousness albeit having limitations in its physical form.

The transcendentals are to the spirit as the color spectrum is to light. Goodness, beauty and truth remind me of the lines in the Tao Te Ching:

“When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly. When people see some things as good, other things become bad.
Being and non-being create each other.”

The reverse is true as well: When people see some things as ugly other things become beautiful,
When people see some things as bad other things become good,
Non-being and being create each other.

The wheel of birth and death is ever turning. Every figure has its ground and vice versa. Christ is the light of consciousness illuminating everything.

Sorry, as a general rule, i avoid philosophical articles that are titled by two words with each having four or more syllables.

Normally, the longer the word is, the more likely it’s nonsense.

Phenomenological.

Nope. Not interested. Used to be but then i read some Wittgenstein.

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@Bob I’m sorry to interrupt another two-man conga line of you and Felix but l’m sure you have deployed AI to augment or wholly write at least some of your posts. (as Felix openly does)

Bob and I seem to have largely congruent philosophies. Why does that bother you? I use Google’s AI function to summarize and structure general public discourse on relevant topics for contemplation.

There is a lot of discussion about AI, but who uses Google anymore? If I have a question, I ask ChatGPT and use it as a proofreader and editor. When I have ideas, I write them out and ask AI if they are feasible or to give a text structure.

If I want information, I ask for sources so that I can check them myself. The assumption that someone says, “Write me something on …” just because there is software that will do that, doesn’t mean everyone does that. I look at the content before I suspect someone of “cheating”.

I do. Google’s AI search function, including AI Overview uses generative AI to provide organized, sourced search results, offering quick summaries, AI-generated headlines, and the ability to explore the ideas easily.

I think John O’Donohue is someone that has greatly influenced my thinking:

“In the eternal world, all is one.
In spiritual space there is no distance.
In eternal time there is no segmentation into today, yesterday or tomorrow.
In eternal time all is now; time is presence.
I believe that this is what eternal life means:
it is a life where all that we seek,
goodness, unity, beauty, truth and love,
are no longer distant from us
but are now completely present with us.”

Here we have the mention of the transcendentals that seem to be the common denominator of all spirituality. It may be that only the sensitive soul ‘feels’ the oneness in a world that seems hopelessly fragmented.

“It is a strange and wonderful fact to be here, walking around in a body, to have a whole world within you and a world at your fingertips outside you. It is an immense privilege, and it is incredible that humans manage to forget the miracle of being here. Rilke said, ‘Being here is so much,’ and it is uncanny how social reality can deaden and numb us so that the mystical wonder of our lives goes totally unnoticed. We are here. We are wildly and dangerously free.”

“The wisdom of the tradition reminds us that if we choose to journey on the path of truth, it then becomes a sacred duty to walk hand in hand with beauty […] In turning away from beauty, we turn away from all that is wholesome and true and deliver ourselves into an exile where the vulgar and artificial dull and deaden the human spirit […] In contrast, the Beautiful offers us an invitation to order, coherence, and unity. When these needs are met, the soul feels at home in the world […] I believe that this is what eternal life means: it is a life where all that we seek, goodness, unity, beauty, truth and love, are no longer distant from us but are now completely present with us.”

John O’Donohue’s Divine Beauty: The Invisible Embrace.

In a culture that urges us to move faster, strive harder, and consume more, we risk forgetting one of the soul’s oldest instructions: to live well, we must live attentively. Beauty, as John O’Donohue reminds us, is not a luxury but a necessity—a sacred presence that accompanies truth and brings the soul home to itself. When we turn from beauty, we risk dulling the very core of our spirit, exiling ourselves to a life that may function but no longer feels alive.

And yet, the remedy is near. Poet Mary Oliver offers us a simple, luminous path:

“Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”

This is not sentimentality—it is spiritual practice. To pay attention is to make space for wonder. To be astonished is to be changed by beauty. To tell about it is to let truth and tenderness ripple outward, reaching others.

So, let this be your invitation to slow down. Look closely. Notice the way morning light falls across a floor or the quiet bravery in someone’s eyes. Let yourself be astonished by the ordinary. Welcome the Beautiful not as decoration but as a living force that helps you remember who you are and why it matters that you are here.

Truth, beauty, goodness, unity, and love are not distant ideals scattered across different paths, nor are they separate companions competing for our attention. They are threads of the same sacred tapestry, each one revealing something essential about who we are and what the world longs to become through us.

They walk together—always have. Where truth is spoken gently, beauty blooms. Where goodness is lived with integrity, love takes root. Where unity is sought not through control but through compassion, all these qualities shine more clearly.

You need not chase them. You need only open yourself to their presence. They are not waiting in some far-off place reserved for the deserving or enlightened. They are already moving quietly beside you, waiting for you to notice. Waiting for you to say yes.

Living in their company means coming home to yourself and the world as it was meant to be—not perfect, but whole.

Doctrines and religions are manmade and have the tendency to try and pin down the object of their devotion, evoking the idea that there is a right and wrong. I tend towards the more poetical, which are mostly mystical traditions, because the mystical embraces the paradox of thorns and love, which is the title I gave my Substack page. Mystical poetry often arises from a very particular interior state, one that’s not sought after, but stumbled into—then expressed because it must be, like a pressure breaking open. If you’re not in that space or not drawn to write from it, then aspiring to it might feel false or ornamental.

There’s also something to be said for quiet understanding—to hold the insights of mysticism with seriousness, even sobriety, rather than trying to re-enchant them with words. That too is its own kind of poetry, something in the spirit of Julian, or the Cloud, or even Rumi. In contrast, I also find deep wisdom in Advaita Vedanta, which often avoids poetic flourish. It’s razor-sharp, ontological, metaphysical, aiming at vidyā (knowledge) that cuts through illusion. Even its beauty is austere, stripped of ornament.

I feel that Christian theology takes itself too seriously and puts Jesus on a pedestal, making him a God to be praised rather than an exemplary man to be followed, and theology often serves those who want to give power to the church. The Gospel story is moving as a tragedy of humanity that kills its best, and it continues the prophetic line of the OT prophets, all of whom are said to have suffered, and contradicts a power-oriented theology that followed.

Simone Weil said that Christ’s suffering on the cross is meaningful not because he is God but because it is a supreme act of attention, compassion, and solidarity with human suffering. In the same way, Dorothy Day and Tolstoy both focused on Jesus as the exemplar, not the object of worship—emphasizing his teachings on poverty, nonviolence, and the kingdom of God as something to enact, not just adore. “Thy kingdom come!”

Theology often tends to flatten the revolutionary power of the Gospel. Jesus as a wandering healer, table-turner, and advocate for the oppressed—this figure is dangerous, subversive, and deeply human. Jesus as an omnipotent God can be used to justify empire, hierarchy, and submission. The tragic arc of Jesus’s life—betrayal, execution, abandonment—becomes less about divine destiny and more about the human cost of radical love and truth-telling.

A friend said, “It’s my observation that people usually gravitate toward relatively small boxes of thought. Christians can only view and understand the Bible from their particular sect’s teachings. Many scientists can only view discoveries from a Darwinian perspective. Partisan politicians can only see things from their current positions and cast alternative thought as Hitleresque. Even in relationships, when one in the couple says or does something, the other often can only interpret what their partner said or did based on what they would have meant had they said or did the same thing. I don’t know what’s deep down in a person, but in practical application, anecdotally anyway, it seems most people lean toward a pack mentality.”

That is true, but only because they believe that holding on to something, possessing something, is what makes them free. They don’t see the freedom that is already there, it has to be something more. “To Have or to Be!” was a book that greatly influenced me in the 1980s from the psycho-analyst Erich Fromm. Fromm’s distinction between the having mode and the being mode really cuts to the heart of modern alienation, doesn’t it? And it’s so important in the context of spiritual distortion and institutional religion because that whole framework—possessing salvation, possessing truth, even possessing God—is the very thing Fromm critiques.

I am also a fan of Iain McGilchrist’s “The Matter With Things,” and it is in this context that I see the left-brain hemisphere active. In the having mode, people relate to the world by owning, controlling, and accumulating—whether it’s material goods, beliefs, or even other people. This mode is, as Fromm puts it, inherently fearful and defensive because what is “had” can always be lost.

The right hemisphere is geared more to the being mode, which is grounded in presence, aliveness, and relatedness. It is holistic, relational, and open-ended. It apprehends meaning as something living, dynamic, and never fully graspable. I find that bringing the two (Fromm and McGilchrist) together gives us an incredibly rich synthesis—Fromm’s modes of having and being interwoven with McGilchrist’s hemispheric theory. It clicks intuitively and poetically, and it also offers a neuropsychological grounding for what mystics and philosophers have been hinting at for centuries.

Where the left hemisphere (and the having mode) demands exclusivity—my truth, my God, my salvation—the right hemisphere (and the being mode) fosters participation: we are in this, of this, moving with it. Where the left seeks to possess God, the right becomes permeable to the sacred. In that sense, it is much closer to mystical receptivity, as in Eckhart’s “breakthrough” into the Godhead, or the Buddhist experience of no-self.

From a psychological angle, the having mode aligns with egoic fear—the fear of loss, death, and meaninglessness. The being mode aligns with acceptance, trust, and depth of perception—qualities we often associate with grace or what poets call ‘soul’.

My friend also said, “I feel guidance in my life. In retrospect, I can see it. And so now I notice it along the way and try not to resist too strongly. I make my choices and along with it mistakes, but I still see guidance. So I believe in a spiritual, personal force that is trying to gently nudge me on better paths than I might have taken on my own. I call that God. Whether he acts overtly, directly, or through other spiritual beings, or whether we are designed to be connected with that spiritual guidance like a radio transmission we can turn the volume up or down on, I don’t know.”*

I can relate to that. I have often felt the need to show gratitude, not just at mealtimes or when we get something we have wanted, and despite the usual gripes I have at seventy, I know that gratitude is appropriate for my life. John O’Donohue wrote, “When you are compassionate with yourself, you trust in your soul, which you let guide your life. Your soul knows the geography of your destiny better than do.” I understand this as saying that there is a link with eternity within us which he calls ‘soul’ and we might alternatively perceive as a guardian angel, a daimon, or just a good spirit.

My friend went on to say: “At this point in time, I believe the material world was created by the non-material (spiritual if you will) world, but I can’t see, as I look around me, how the purpose for our creation could have been primarily for our human benefit, primarily. That’s not to say we aren’t cared for. But it seems to make more sense to me that we were created for the purpose and benefit of our creators.”

I have read that there are three Levels of Reality in Advaita Vedānta that resonate with me:

Absolute Reality (Pāramārthika Satya)
This is the level of Brahman: eternal, changeless, non-dual consciousness. It alone is truly real.

Empirical or Conventional Reality (Vyāvahārika Satya)
This is the world of everyday experience, of birth and death, cause and effect, time and space. It is provisionally real, like the waking state in contrast to the dream and essentially, what our brains interpret from the senses, but not truly real.

Illusory or Apparent Reality (Prātibhāsika Satya)
This includes dreams, mirages, hallucinations, and errors like mistaking a rope for a snake. These are even less real than empirical reality.

To give this some modern consideration, our left hemisphere tries to “understand” ultimate reality by making it an object. Our right hemisphere is more at home with the paradox that ultimate reality is both immanent and transcendent, both silence and sound, both form and formless. From this perspective, a poet would not try to decorate truth—they are closer to truth than systematised thought ever could be. The left hemisphere can name Maya, but the right can see through it.

In The Matter With Things, McGilchrist draws directly from mystical and non-dual traditions and suggests that the right hemisphere perceives the world as relational, living, and full of implicit meaning—which is remarkably similar to the Advaitic insight that all forms are expressions of the formless.

The river calls itself water,
forgets the shape it took to get here.
The flame bows to the wood
even as it consumes it.
You, walking through this world—
are not in it,
you are it,
dreaming yourself
as other.

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The Truth is hidden in plain sight. Isaiah 45:15 says “Truly, you are a God who hides himself, O God of Israel, the Savior.“

In the Gospel of John chapter 8 verse 12 Jesus says “I am the light of the world.” In the Gospel of Matthew chapter 5 verse 14 Jesus says “You are the light of the world.” In the ultimate sense I in the first case is the YOU in the second. In principle the truth here is that “Atman is Brahman.” If there is a difference it is that Jesus saw it, in fact sees it and we don’t. Jesus taught it. But, even his so called disciples didn’t see it as the gospel of Mark teaches and still don’t even today. Our problem is ignorance—spiritual blindness. We need to pray that the Lord would open the eyes of our heart so that we may see who we really are.

It matters not where we were born, nor the tongue we speak, nor the culture into which we were shaped. It matters not how we tell the sacred story—whether through song, silence, scripture, or symbol—nor the name we give to our redeemer, healer, or guide. What matters, above all, is that we awaken to a deeper truth: we are each, and all, on a long return to the source of our being. This journey back—this remembering—is the axis upon which everything turns.

Beneath the surface of our separateness lies a unity so ancient and enduring that it predates all borders, beliefs, and battles. It is the quiet ground beneath the noise. Division is a distortion, often crafted by those who crave dominion—who mask their hunger for power behind the veil of righteousness and cast aside anything or anyone that might threaten their ascendancy.

But the earth tells a truer tale. In the delicate and intricate dance of life—among root and river, wing and wind, blood and breath—there can be no dominion, only accord. The fungi threading their silent filaments through the soil, the plants turning patiently to the sun, the animals moving by instinct and intuition, the unseen hosts of microbes sustaining the web of life—all live by patterns of reciprocity. Interwoven. Interdependent.

And humanity? We are the one species that can not only perceive the beauty of this sacred interbeing but choose how to live within it. We hold the rare gift—and the grave responsibility—of guiding our awareness toward communion rather than annexation.

It is not might, but mercy, that sustains our world. Not conquest, but goodness and compassion. Not judgment, but love—a love that transcends species and skin, belief and boundary. This love, active and awake, is what prevents the unravelling of community. It is the invisible thread that binds strangers into kin and holds the fragile fabric of humanity together.

When we live in the light of this truth, we become part of the healing. We become part of the way home.

The roles once reserved for saints and sages—the servant, the healer, the shepherd, the steward—fall now to us. Not as burdens, but as sacred invitations. Each of us is called, in our own way, according to our gifts, our wounds, and our understanding. Some will mend what is broken. Some will guide the lost. Some will nourish the earth, and others will speak for those whose voices have been silenced.

There is no hierarchy among these paths—only fidelity to the truth that has always pulsed at the heart of things: that we belong to one another, and to this living world. That our hands were not made to grasp power, but to lift, to tend, to bless.

To live this way is to remember what we were made for. To step into the rhythm of the cosmos, not as conquerors, but as caretakers. As those who have heard the call and answered, not with certainty, but with humility, wonder, and a quiet yes.