Yeshua says: Blest is he who was before he came into being. If you become disciples to me and heed my sayings, these stones shall be made to serve you. For you have five trees in Paradise, which in summer are unmoved and in winter their leaves do not fall—whoever shall know them shall not taste death.
Five Familiar Aspects of God
- FATHER — patriarch
- MOTHER — Holy Spirit*
- BROTHER — Christ, eldest son
- SISTER — spiritual soul*
- LITTLE CHILD — human being
Thomas 19 reveals five of the keys to the kingdom. Each “tree” is an holistic aspect of the godhead. So, without wishing to cause a fuss, it can be said that the Five Trees logion, which predates the Holy Trinity, may in fact be its fulfillment. Despite the lack of well-founded commentary (mine included), one point shines above the rest. Thomas 19, or what I call the Quintinity, wields the power to draw all of us much, much closer to our God and ourselves.
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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 won’t know how to enter the kingdom of God.
Nope. My Brother says that only a little child can see the kingdom.
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Did you know the Holy Spirit is a feminine being? She is God’s spirit, Father’s wife, and my perfect Mother. It’s helpful to know that heaven is not populated entirely by masculine energies. Long ago, in ancient Rome, the genders used in Hebrew and Aramaic texts to describe God and the beings of heaven were changed. When the Scriptures were translated to Greek, The Holy Spirit and many of the angels became neuter. When the Church translated the Greek text to Latin, Mother became a ‘man.’ Thus, for over 1,600 years western Christians have had two male Parents. The irony? This radical idea originated in Holy Rome.
Those tricky Semitic pronouns gotcha, eh Constantine? True, Latin may be a dead language. But this is a serious matter. For 1,600 years, no one thought to fix the typo. To me this is unthinkable.
“This fundamental point, traditionally obscured in scriptural translation and largely ignored by commentators, clearly has the most far-reaching theological implications.”
T.P. Brown: The Maternal Spirit
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Some years ago, I asked my loving God for a heavenly gift. To my astonishment, I got it. A short time later, I discovered that God had sent me some ‘extra’ gifts I had not asked for. His gifts were infinitely better, but it took time for me to relax and understand my mixed blessings. I continue to work at this every day. I do not envision a time when the journey will be completed—I pray it never is. And, I will trust my loving God forever, love him in all of his infinite forms.
It can be quite difficult to love every living thing. But we must, else we divide ourselves from our loving God.
I don’t believe God reveals himself in just one way. In truth I cannot conceive just how beautiful, how endlessly indescribable and loving God is. I imagine one could have any kind of relationship they choose–serious, informal, joyous, troubled, lighthearted, childish. I experience all of these, and more keep coming. Many of my gifts are similar to the things I’ve always received in life, except now I know who is sending them. Life is vastly more interesting and enjoyable when I know each new development is aimed at bringing me nearer to my father.
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Born of God: “The vast multitudes of humankind are evidently unaware of being Children of the Most High.”
Thomas Paterson Brown, PhD 1938-2012
Originally entitled “Theogenesis,” this essay is written by Thomas Paterson Brown, professor of philosophy, who left us in 2012. Paterson spent the better part of a life working with the Coptic gospels discovered in 1945 at Nag Hammadi. His works include brilliantly annotated and hyperlinked translations of the gospels of Thomas, Phillip and Truth (English/Spanish). These may be browsed and downloaded from FreelyReceive.
The canonical Gospels teach that the disciple per se is born of God rather than of human parents: ‘To all who received him … he gave power to be generated children of God; who were born, not of … the will of a human, but born of God’ (Jn 1:12-13); ‘You are all Brothers and Sisters. Do not call anyone on earth father, for you have one Father, and he is in heaven.’ (Mt 23:8-9). Hence the Savior’s astonishing assertion in the Thomas Gospel: ‘My mother (the Virgin) bore me, but my true Mother (the Sacred Spirit) gave me the life.’ (Th 101, interlinear).
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I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it. “I know you’re God’s pen, because everything belongs to him.” Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen knew what to write. Trouble was, my memory of that day held missing time. While staring at the virgin white page, I decided to write what I could remember and trust the rest to God’s pen.
As I began to write in my notebook, I had no idea that this would become the most important night of my life.
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I’ve always believed that my perfect father would be the most loving and logical being there is. Einstein knew this for a fact. In his complex equations, he glimpsed the creator’s handiwork. The perfection and love of God appeared to Einstein as the natural laws and forces that keep the planets safe in their orbits and enable the stars to create and nurture life.
Like Albert E, I did not recognize my perfect father in the world’s spiritual belief systems. In every faith I studied, the logic ultimately fell apart: my perfect loving father will harm me if I’ve been bad. Even worse, a second, evil god will attack me for no apparent reason. If the goal is to present a single, unconditionally loving creator, this reasoning doesn’t. My entire being rejected it. Continue reading My Perfect Father →