Emancipation from Salvation - Softcover

Maurice, R. Dax

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1504392841 ISBN 13: 9781504392846

Publisher: BalboaPress, 2017

Synopsis

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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About the Author

r.Dax Maurice 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 ages, I would have been scary.

Even though I needed to work in order to go to college, I found the time to join a fraternity. It was a wonderful experience. The intramural sports and other inter-fraternity competitions built fellowship. Another big plus factor that built fellowship was the ability to throw some outrageous college parties. Fortunately, this was before they passed the law that you had to be twenty-one in order to purchase alcoholic beverages. I guess the lawmakers realized if you were old enough to be drafted and killed in Vietnam, then you should be able to buy a beer. I developed many long-lasting friendships and wonderful memories through participating in a fraternity.

College was a time for me to develop new ideas nurtured by the responsibility of my own autonomy. I was committed to study during the weekdays. If I had an hour or two break between classes, you would always find me in the library. But when the weekend came, it was time to rumble.

During the course of my education, I change my major three times. My first major was general studies because I couldn't think of anything else to major in. I later changed to computer science because this university had one of the nation's best computer science curriculums. One night when I was studying, I realized that I could learn practically anything if I sat down and applied myself. It was that night that I got the urge to change my major to premed.

Premed was a grand adventure. I was fortunate to have excellent teachers at a top-rated university who presented to me a first-class curriculum in premed. I was given an excellent opportunity to learn. Every teacher I had was fair and willing to go the extra yard. I developed wonderful companionship with the guys in premed with me. We helped each other through. Most of my classmates became medical physicians, and I became a chiropractic physician.

I consider myself to have a slightly above-average, left-brained intelligence. I think my work ethic and my guardian angel pulled me through premed. I made As and Bs throughout my premed studies. I never was good at taking those big exams, like the ACT test, that evaluate your IQ. As a result, my med-cap examination score was mediocre. The dean of the medical school told me that my scores on that examination were the reason I was not going to be accepted into medical school.

Back then I thought it was a disaster, but it turned out to be part of Divine Spirit's plan for my destiny. My inner guidance made sure I went into the premed curriculum and I did not get accepted into medical school. I was fortunate not to be accepted into med school because I came to be a healer in the art and science of spinal energetics, osteopathic manipulation, acupuncture, nutrition, and other natural modalities.

I was born with a gift of healing and with an affinity for the energetic domain of healing through meridian therapy, also known as acupuncture. Chiropractic spinal manipulation is really an offshoot of acupuncture. It is called Tui Nai, or bone setting in acupuncture. Acupuncture is noted to be four thousand years old, whereas chiropractic is a little over one hundred years old.

After I left college and was not accepted to med school, I was like a ship without a sail or rudder. I did not know that chiropractic even existed. I moved back home and started looking for a job. I had two of the best employment agencies trying to help me find a job with my degree. There were minimal things that you can do with a premed degree beside go to medical school.

When I was running low on finances and hope, next door to the garage apartment I was renting, contractors were building an apartment complex. I went to investigate and found a construction job hanging sheet rock. (More divine guidance.) I very quickly learned the skill. Since I now had a skill that I could take anywhere, I called my cousin who was living in Honolulu, Hawaii, and asked him if he could help me get started there. He said he would help me out for a couple of months, but after that, I had to be on my own. I said no problem. I decided that if I was going to be miserable, I might as well be miserable in paradise, so I packed and left for Hawaii.

That was the end of phase 1 of my life. I had a wonderful childhood; I did not have a lot of money, but I was very rich in the quality of life, experiences, and character that money could not buy. My journey through high school was a mixture of simplicity for the first two years followed by a complexity of dynamics that helped me make important decisions that paved the way for the rest of my life.

College was a grand adventure of discovery. This adventure was a huge smorgasbord of different experiences, each one opening the door to a different and sometimes new aspect of myself.

The education was more than the academic preparation for my future as a healer; it was also the foundation for me to do my own creative thinking about many things in my life. I learned to believe in myself and began to pay more conscious attention to the whisper of Divine Spirit in my heart.

Throughout this phase of my life, even at a very young age, I was unquestionably being led through life by a guidance of a higher power, which was directing my destiny. I was mostly unaware of the significance of this guidance and how it strategically altered my decisions by its unique and mysterious ways to guarantee that I developed the necessary character and talents to fulfill my physical and spiritual mission.

The next phase of my life was about awakening to the advent of my spiritual consciousness, and to the awareness and development of my right-brain talents. These two elements led to the awareness of my healing abilities and to the introduction to some of my spiritual gifts.

CHAPTER 2

Phase Two

My year-long sojourn to Hawaii was heaven sent. Peter, my cousin, was well submerged into the Hawaiian culture, and he enthusiastically orientated me into the expansive, free-spirited mind-set of the Hawaiian way. This attitude plus the magnificent beauty of the Hawaiian Islands was the perfect environment to heal my heart from the loss of a couple of important broken dreams.

During my visit, I blended work, play, and the spirit of adventure. I was able to backpack and camp on the islands of Kauai, Maui, and the Big Island of Hawaii, and I had numerous weekend adventures to the waterfalls and forest of Oahu. Every island had its own unique personality and venues, making each island tour a one-of-a-kind experience.

I also made it a point to consistently boogie board at Sandy Beach and Molokai Beach and a few beaches on the North Shore. I enjoyed spending Sunday evenings at Queens Surf, participating in the many different frolics of free expression and enjoying the magnificent sunsets brought to you by the expansiveness of the Pacific Ocean, which allowed no interruptions of this beauty.

It was there that I learned how to play a musical instrument and was introduced to many different spiritual paths of the Eastern philosophies. It was interesting to me that many of the spiritual concepts of the Eastern-based religions paralleled the mental concepts I was developing on my own by following the inner guidance of my heart. It was an awakening to the realization that I was never taught the history, sociology, geography, religious beliefs, or culture of half of the world.

These spiritual concepts validated many of my beliefs and answered every question I had about spirituality and even answered questions I had yet to ask. During my carefree investigation, I discovered one spiritual path that had absolutely no ceiling of attainment or restrictions on love. It was infinite and absolute in its expansiveness. I am still exploring this path.

There were a handful of people who made a lasting impression and will forever have a very special place in my heart. Their love, friendship, and memories will eternally be cherished. One evening, I realized that every dream I had ever imagined and everything I ever wanted to accomplish while in Hawaii was fulfilled. I got the inner nudge that it was time to return home. I had no idea on what was waiting for me back in Missouri.

Shortly upon my return, I met a drop-dead gorgeous lady who had a major impact in my life. Jennifer was the messenger who introduced me to chiropractic and to the spiritual healing philosophies. She was also a very talented Tarot card reader who introduced me to my right-brain talents and awareness.

Some people consider using the right brain and the accompanying awareness as being psychic. In my opinion, if you are a human being, then you have a right brain, and the use of the right brain is being psychic. I remember when I was first introduced to the use and interpretation of the right-brain impressions; this beautiful lady referred to it as being psychic, and I said, "Oh, is that what been psychic is? I have been psychic my whole life and never knew it." An internet investigation listed approximately 180 different psychic talents and phenomena, but to me, it's all variants of the same concept.

These psychic experiences and my interactions with this wonderful lady made me aware of many of my spiritual gifts and gave me permission to develop these gifts. It was also at this time that I became astutely aware of my healing hands and accompanying healing talents.

I entered chiropractic college two years after I graduated from the state university. I started chiropractic college with a renewed and healed spirit and with great expectations. I was academically ready after graduating in premed and was extremely confident with my newly found spiritual awareness, healing talents, and blossoming psychic gifts.

There were three major events that happened the first year I was in chiropractic college. During my freshman year, there was the switch from a strong chiropractic philosophy to a strong emphasis on academics. I saw the decline of the healing consciousness of chiropractic with the replacement of the strong academic medical model and approach. This was because of the political influence of chiropractic being accepted into Medicare. The insurance industry and politics forced chiropractic to become the medical model. This may be good or bad, but by the time I graduated from chiropractic college, chiropractic had loss its soul and healing consciousness.

(Continues...)

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Edition details

• Publisher: BalboaPress
• Publication date: 2017
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1504392841
• ISBN 13: 9781504392846
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 148