I think there is really only one spiritual practice: To take life seriously. The rest is details and will be revealed as necessary.
(By "serious" I don't mean joyless. More like sincere, earnest, honest, real. Living as if it matters.)
I can't think of anyone who has taken life seriously and remained shallow.
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"Angels fly because they take themselves lightly." --G.K. Chesterton
That is to say, we ascend into the beyond in proportion to the lack of seriousness we have towards our present life and self, and that's seriously difficult. Another way of putting it, is that we matter to the extent that we realize we don't matter; the word matter having it's roots in sanskrit matre, which means to measure, and from which, also, the word Mother has it's beginnings. Both imply beginning within eternity. Specifically, to measure something is to create artificial boudaries within the infinite, attributing essence to substances' that have almost no reality at all. The false is due to the mind, and the rift between reason and the Divine intellect is precisely the definition of the fall.
That's just my opinion. Maybe you shouldn't take me seriously. ;)
There is, I believe, only so much spirit assigned to each person. We can invest this in our job or our house or any of the myriad transient things, and become transient ourselves, like a river that runs out in the desert sand.
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