explaining jesus away

You see, they say that the divine could not become human. Some say there is no divine to begin with: end of argument. But that is such an easy way out and a self-made prison. Reflected in their own glory, they preen their feathers. Some say the divine manifests in all of us, in all things all the time. That is true, but evades the understanding, the claim that the divine decided to walk the earth and invaded history. Myth, they say, like all the other hero and salvation myths of virgin births and stealing fire from the gods and resultant forms of crucified punishment. But who is to say that these are not test cases, trial runs of consciousness of the inevitable: the actual birthing of the divine in human form? Oh, now you are taking a metaphor literally, they say. Don't you know that all is story, in this case a powerful story to be sure, embedded in human consciousness across and beyond time? Well yes, and if that is the case, your story that all is story is a story and am I to believe your story that all is story and there is no place to rest my feet? You ask me to believe you and your story and thus explain Jesus away. Jesus is stuck in our craw and we cannot get him out. He is the gravel that grinds all human corn. Muslims say that he is one of a line of prophets and not even the final one. Buddhists say he is a bodhisattva, an enlightened being looking for and working for the salvation of the world. What are we going to do with Jesus? He won't stay put, won't stay confined to one box. Everyone thinks they have him pegged. But wasn't he pegged once and then he escaped all attempts to nail him down?

the furtherest outpost

Word has it that we are a stepping down (or stepping out) of energies from the Source. Those energies that some call Angels are nearest to and live in harmony with this Radiance that births all dark and light. The radiant energy continues to step down through contiguous realms of being until it reaches us, brings us into being, the furtherest outpost. Beyond us is darkness. We can colonize this darkness but only while maintaining a strong link with and embodying as the energies of our Source. This is the basis, the foundation of all religion, all spiritual paths, all practical journeying of the soul.

hardening of the oughteries

We know that when many different people stand and look at the same thing, they will have different points of view. We do not say that one person's view is more right than others, or that all are to dismiss their point of view as erroneous and adopt one single person's point of view as the only true one.

It is the same with cosmo-philosopho belief systems. And yet every religion (and I include agnosticism, atheism, conservatism, liberalism, and scientism here) claims it is the only true view and the other viewers are dupes and their view is false and, if not false, at least less worthy.

When we gaze in adoration and awe at our Source, at Reality, at That-Which-Breathes-Us, we fall silent. This energizing humbling silence dissolves our b.s. (belief systems) and we stand in naked openness, wordless.

islands of convenience

Explanations are islands of convenience upon which we erect rigid structures to describe the Ocean. We stay upon our little islands, sanctify the structures, and gaze in puzzlement and condemnation at other islands. Every religion, every belief system, every thought structure is such an explanation. Oh how I long for a Tsunami of Spirit to wash away all structure and rigidity so that all is Ocean.

legs on the angel

When I first awaken, I am in the diaphanous, transparent, or celestial mode. I have not yet formed into and as this physicality. In this mode of light and open consciousness, I comprehend more deeply and more fully the nature and origin of this universe and life. It is a gnosis, a knowing. The soul that I am smiles in loving appreciation.

It is at this time that I can read the writings of the true philosophers, the mystics of intellect and comprehensive awareness, with their meanings reverberating through my soul. I listen with a deep ear. I hear. I see. I join in.

As the earth night moves toward dawn, I am born more fully into my body, this body, the one typing. I settle into, center in. I smile with its familiarity, its weight, its aches, its promise as a sturdy embodying for active practice of the gnosis, the knowing. Legs on the angel, so to speak.

As the body gets more tired toward mid-afternoon, the celestial mode tends to fade yet not disappear. Physical fatigue and cosmic consciousness seem to have an inverse correlation. It is at this time I practice patience with myself. I smile as I remember that it is hard embodying as a human. I breathe and ask for help and move on.

undoing

The purpose of contemplation or meditation is not to accomplish something, but to unaccomplish: to dismantle the cogno-emotional veil that we use to hide us from the essence of our being. We are not trying to do something. We are opening to the undoing of something.