Did you know the Holy Spirit is a feminine being? She is the Spirit of God, Father’s wife, and my perfect Mother. It’s good to know that heaven is not entirely filled with masculine beings. So how did the mix-up occur? During the fifth century in ancient Rome, the Greek and Hebrew pronouns that denote “spirit” abruptly changed to masculine gender. When the early Roman Church translated the Greek and Hebrew texts to Latin, our perfect Mother changed to a “Him.” Today the masculine pronoun still applies to the Holy Spirit, angels, and our own heavenly souls. But at what cost? For more than 1,600 years western Christians—especially female believers—have struggled with the concept of an all-male Trinity. The irony? This unearthly concept originated in Holy Rome.
“This fundamental point, long 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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Coptic Gospels Translated by Dr. Thomas Paterson Brown
BA (Amherst), PhD (London) 1938 — 2012
I’ve been making the little child for a while now. I don’t work too hard at it because little children don’t work. Adults work. Us kids play, ask tons of questions, and believe in impossible stuff. It’s kinda funny how grownups do exactly the opposite! But it’s sad, too, because grownups who can’t make the little child can’t see the kingdom of God.
Nope. Big Brother says that only a little child can see the kingdom.
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I wish to share an Easter commentary by Father Donald Senior, President Emeritus, Chancellor, and Professor of New Testament Studies at Chicago Catholic Theological Union. Saturday morning I phoned a friend to read to her some of Father Senior’s wise comments. In response, my friend challenged me with a thought I’d never considered: “If Christ had lived, would you still believe in him?” Continue reading If Christ had Lived Would You Still Believe? →
Although I often refer to Scripture and trust its wisdom, the larger part of my learning comes through heavenly sources. That is what I asked for in 2011 and try to put into words here at Freely Receive. Still, with regard to understanding the Atonement (“Christ died for our sins”) the vast number of Christian beliefs and doctrines fazed me. So I asked Master to help me learn, from his point of view, the events that took place during those three dark days and nights.
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“I am always dying for you.”
Beatitudes meaning and structure makes use of extraordinary geometry that can provide students and seekers with additional insight. Matthew’s Beatitudes and Luke’s Sermon on the Plain contain some of the most beautiful passages in the New Testament. When we diagram the pattern of Yeshua’s words and phrases, however, the Beatitudes reveal even more information. We are blessed to glimpse the pure genius of Christ, and the mind of the Son of God.
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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.
Thomas 19 reveals five of the keys to the kingdom. Each “tree” is a 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 a lack of scholarly commentary, one point shines above the rest. The meaning of Thomas 19, or what I term the Quintinity, has the means to draw us near to God, ourselves, and our place in paradise.
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My journey to Mother began one afternoon when I asked Abigalé, my soul, if we could travel. Can you take us somewhere? My eyes were shut against the daylight that filled our room. All at once the darkness behind my eyelids turned black—then blacker still. I was not afraid, but excited. I had seen this strange phenomenon more than once. “The black,” I had learned, is the gate to Mother, the Holy Spirit.
While I lounged in my bed, eyes still closed, Abbey’s high-pitched tone chimed my left ear. I felt a subtle lurch. It seemed as though we were moving.
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