I’m not sure I can even write about this or if there is any point to writing anything at all, but alas, it seems I cannot not. Writing is what flows through me, an avatar, a seemingly personalized window into the here-now. This one is no more important than yours. It is simply my unique …
Tag Archives: Jesus
The End Times: not what you think
Last night, after my delightful birthday, I sat in bed meditating and the end times, the ones so many Christians are cheering for, hoping to see in their lifetimes, in the next few years preferably, popped into this awareness. What I heard were the words, ‘What makes you think that we aren’t going through the …
The Radical Message of an Anarchist
Jesus, a brown-skinned man, was arrested by armed men in the middle of the night, put up for auction with Barabbas, and lost. His radical message, he message of anarchy, was simply too much for the establishment to allow as they shouted, ‘Kill him and bury him deep.’ What was his crime? Living as love, …
Bridging the Ever-Widening Gap
There are infinite responses available to us as we approach possibly the last (anything’s possible) peaceful handover of power on January 20th. Several come to mind: unbridled anger, deep and clawing angst, suffocating depression, willful ignorance, and feigned neutrality that would put Switzerland on notice. Oh, I forgot myself for the moment. Geez, can’t forget …
The Myth of a Vengeful God
This is a bit of a long, playfully snarky satirical piece. I had no idea where this one was going until I was done. If you are easily offended, happy with your Bible stories, and your version of forgiveness, you might want to skip this one. What must it be like to believe in a …
The Sweet Spot
At the center of the cross lies the Sweet Spot, the intersection of our messy humanness and our Divine Nature. It is alive, teeming with sacred potential in a constant state of fulfillment-ing. It is the portal of eternal genesis, the fountain birthing and re-birthing each form, from quark to Universe, into timeless crystalline existence. …
Namaste
I raised my two hands in front of my heart in Namaste, just like I have hundreds of times before. The impression of my fingers snugged up together—prayer hands—altered something within me, something that only moments before had been constrained by ordinary awareness wrapped in concepts of duality, of two-ness, of me and not me. …
Revolutionary
Jesus was an agent for change, a radical far beyond today’s idea of left and right. His words and actions were revolutionary: Love one another; care for all my children. Ask and receive, for there is more than enough to go around. Illness and death are illusions capable of changing in a moment. His words …
Amaya Gayle 