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The Unaltared Copassion Call

Our UU ecofeminist minister was verbally accosted one Sunday morning after celebrating multicultural peace and respect and integrity sufficient to restore private ego- and public eco-justice. This was far too much to take in, to peacefully and holistically rake in, for a visiting, perhaps stalking, apartheid anti-socialist Whose most engaging personable mentors and teachers had already shared the correct win/lose answers, either true or false, either sacred or secular, either spiritual strength or natural relativistic evil of right-brain's both/and integral tolerance-stretching levels, Which his left-brain never over-indulges much less dances or sings with, in multicultural head and heart voice. So he angrily confronted our UU minister with "You must not tolerate such eclectic multicultural celebration! These and those deviants are too wounded by original sin for God to authoritatively save from your universally wrong uniting perdition. We need non-partitioned apartheid to sever us best from those others, too wildly sensual and sinful worst misbegotten creatures of Satan!" "I cannot tolerate such radical integrity or even, maybe odd, tolerance to sing and dance, to sit and pray, to stand and march polypathically and polyphonically together. Especially on a sacred Sunday morning when you should be worshiping God of time's revolutionary creation, polyculturally completed in seven 24-hour days and monotheistic nights." "You should be on your knees to the One true jealous and punishing win/lose Father!" Our ordained covenant-keeper of universal resonance and unitarian resilience, concerned about whether Father MonoGod might be left-brain armed, informed her avowed antagonist, a clear and waaay too present threat to building interdependent win/win webs where all his win/lose walled-off answers somberly declared 'don't even think about feeling deviantly about anything!' "Like you I do not tolerate intolerance when it is shouted against me, but perhaps when morally appropriate boundaries for tolerance are asked and invited for discussion while actually hoping for some response that could include all of us if willing to change enough to tolerate compassionate criticism for not beginning with questions "Why?" before providing answers to What you and I must not find appropriate to tolerate." Then she asked me to drum our drums and sing a healing song while she danced and shook a consecrated rattle in smoky incensed circles like any witch doctor might think to sternly do, Whether tongue in cheek or not I could not say, as I was singing and beating her rhythms with integrity of tolerance, in curious celebration of great transitional nudging questions And not not knotted paradox of not tolerating double-bound intolerance within as not without And hating haters which seems difficult for consistent self-esteem and win-me/win-you co-integration, or even win-left/win-right ego/eco-transubstantiation. Our mono-supreme nationalist, hater of radical sabbath love, did not speak of his surprise but effectively and affectively acted with discomforted exit and discomforting alarm. I'm sure with many questions but probably not better ones than his pre-existing either/or condition would allow in tolerable responses. Which seems sad. A lost opportunity, for our ego/ecofeminist minister and music me, to nudge and stretch and grow our tolerant co-integrity To tolerate violating answers to win/win questions he, then we, forgot to ask about this paradox of hating haters and only loving privileged lovers Reminding me of several songs about growing in love with love's mankind, but not sabbath people in heat against hate, sad about despair, glad about integrity of wealthy mental health.

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