“Woman, why are you weeping?” the Risen Lord asks Mary Magdalene. I hope you enjoy this Easter video meditation on John 20:11-18!
Come the Human Boy
Two thousand years and twelve
hitherto today, Love, attained
in this wintry foreign land
the hearts of we, its dwellers.
Incarnate, creation’s Master
now come human boy, illumined
in joy the nature of All.
Laws of life, of Love disclosed
in the image of oneself, oddly
now come human boy,
seemed rather more to be
much like thou and me.
Misgiving hearts, come!
See oneself made young
indescribable forever-joy, be
thy gift of the human boy:
now come children,
we shall perish the winter.
Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, good will toward men.
I’ve been making the little child for a while now. I don’t work real hard at it, because little children don’t work. Adults work. Us kids play, ask tons of questions, and believe in impossible stuff. Funny. Grownups do exactly the opposite! But it’s sad, too, because grownups who can’t make the little child can’t find the kingdom of God.
Nope. My Brother says that only a little child can see the kingdom.
The orb photos from Shrine of St. Thérèse were as unpretentious as the Shrine itself. Such is the nature of spirit: the greatest gifts are not always obvious. The small beach-stone chapel hid within a thick rain forest enclave on a little island, all but invisible to the casual passerby. Few people passed by here, on the outskirts of Juneau, and we were probably the only non-Juneaites within 30 miles on this final day of the Alaskan tourist season. Despite the deeply mystical tone of this lovely garden paradise, thoughts of orbs did not spring to mind.
Prayer to Holy Spirit
i love you
i trust you
i believe in you.
you are my only mother
i have no other but you.
you are truth and love
and holy spirit, and
i am your child.
you make the multitude.
you spread the truth in a love
through many, in the unity
of the one soul.
powerful in your wisdom
beautiful in your power,
you make all things
into good things.
eternally loving mother
you make me feel like
your only child.
i am in you, and
you are in me.
i belong to you, and
you belong to me
“Evil is a lie. Only the Good is real.”
I am the only person I know who believes evil is a lie. Correction. My soul also believes this. In fact it was she who initially informed me. Early on in my journey, shortly after I met my soul, she compared us to a horse and rider. I’m the horse. My job is to carry my Beloved safely home, without fear, to the earthly kingdom prepared for us since the creation of the world.
Her imagery was wonderfully compelling. And utterly terrifying.
Meaning of Thomas 11 Eludes Scholars
“When you come into the light, what will you do?” riddles Yeshua at Thomas 11. Too little commentary exists for this cryptic logion. When challenged to explore the meaning of Thomas 11, most scholars either dust off an end times analogy or wave the Gnostic flag and retreat. Foul ball. Any good scholar knows that the Gnostics believe creation is corrupt and matter is vile. For them, a human body cannot “come into the light.”
Yes, Thomas 11 is pure Christ. The problem? This passage has no precise corollary in Scripture. It’s also one of the most radical and least understood logia in Thomas, or any of Christ’s teachings. But it isn’t Gnostic, and it’s not about the end of the world. Has no one solved Yeshua’s riddle?
My Perfect Soul
A blanket of sparkles, my perfect soul
cloud and light and shimmering flawless
above me, alongside and inside of me
she, my companion, my sister-wife
is my Eve, my lover of light.
My perfect soul is everything I see
and everything i am and shall become
although at first, i was hoping to see her
for years each night, hoping to hold her but
this is not the true way, not the real life
God’s ways are different from mine.
A bringer of life is my perfect soul
she is joy and dream and merriment, and
sometimes my blanket of sparkles descends
my companion clothes me in her living light
my Eve, my sister-wife, my true love enters
dressed in white, i can do no wrong for
my bride is the daughter of God.