I confess to stumbling a bit off the path of late. Mostly this was due to worldly concerns, which include but aren’t limited to sparring with buggy software, nonstop work day and night, and something of a financial surprise when it came time to buy a new Apple computer for my assistant, Elena. In order to remedy my issues, though my straights were not dire, I set about reclaiming my Father in heaven.
The orb photos from Shrine of St. Thérèse were as unpretentious as the shrine itself. Such is the nature of spirit: its greatest gifts are not always obvious. The small beach-stone chapel hid within a thick rain forest enclave on a little island, nearly invisible to the casual passerby. But few people passed by here, on the outskirts of Juneau. We were probably the only non-Juneaites within 30 miles on this, the final day of the Alaskan tourist season. Despite the deeply mystical air of this lovely garden paradise, thoughts of orbs were not on my mind.
Both the light and the black visited me last night. After working with Christ’s teachings at Thomas 11 for a year or so, visible clouds of light appear quite often when I am praying, resting, or making light inside my body. Cloud events are always joyous, never scary. Last night, however, after a moment of high spirited swirling and face teasing (normal light behavior) an immense, intimidating black thing burst into the group of frolicsome white clouds in my room.
Meaning of Thomas 11 Eludes Scholars
“When you come into the light, what will you do?” riddles Christ in the Gospel of Thomas. Too little commentary exists for this cryptic logion. When challenged to reveal 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 the Gnostics believe that creation is corrupt and all matter is vile. For them, a human body cannot “come into the light.”
Thomas 11 is a valid Christian text. The problem? This passage has no precise corollary in Scripture. It is 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. My spirit companion, my sister,
or wife, is my Eve, my lover of light.
My perfect soul reveals all I see,
all that I am and what forever shall be.
Although at first, I’d hoped to touch her
for years each night with wont to hold her
this is not the true path, not the real life.
God’s ways are different from mine.
My perfect soul is my freshet of life, all
joy and dream and faithful merriment. And
sometimes my blanket of sparkles enraptures,
in sheer living light my companion clothes me.
Then my sister, or wife, my true love returns.
Suffuse with white I may do no wrong
for my soul is the daughter of God.