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.
The Light visited my room last night after a three-day absence. This brief sabbatical was a bit curious, but not worrisome. Since I began working devoutly with the principles of Thomas 11, visible clouds of Light manifest almost daily. Last night, after a minute of high-spirited swirling and face-teasing (normal Light behavior) a huge, intimidating Black Thing appeared among the frolicsome clouds of Light.
Our surprise guest was nearly circular, perhaps five feet in diameter. But, my surprise became something more than that when I realized the right half of the Black Thing bore the sardonic profile of a (mostly) human face. ‘Blackie’ sported a chin, mouth, nose and brow.
Beginning at the crown of my head, a bone-chilling shiver penetrated every part of my being as it snowballed downward.
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.