Mother Divine

I am like the unknown lady who bled for twelve years And was healed by a mere touch of your robe. How she must have suffered is known only to her. How she was healed is known only to you. Where she went after that is not known to anybody. She had only heard you preach.  Her need was so great  She dared to touch your robe without permission. She was scared and she trembled. She was honest and did not hide when you called. " Someone touched Me; I know that power has gone out from Me" She was not reprimanded. Instead, Rabbi, You told her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace". Have you called anybody else "Daughter" ? This nameless believer was blessed with that fond title. Faith can move mountains.  It can also heal.  It can also raise people from the dead. I pray to you, Rabbi And I dare to touch the unseen hem of your robe For my soul has bled for eons. I pray to you, Rabbi Not for myself. I pray to you ...

Dear Brother. I address you as brother, being born of the same father and the same mother. And also as my brother in spirit. There is nobody here now, but you and me and of that You are the Reality and I the Illusion. Speak freely with me. This is my request. And my prayer. Let me try to understand what you told me today. Because I did indeed hear you with my soul. The same voice that has spoken to me earlier, at least on two occasions. I know your voice so well, reverberating across eons and millennia. So on Sunday (of the palm) you entered Jerusalem. After three days, on Thursday, (or was it Wednesday) came the last supper. Three days later, on Sunday occurred the resurrection. I maybe wrong with the days but I am sure I am right about their meaning. You went to the city deliberately planning to annoy the powers in charge. You have said so yourself. You knew how the events would unfold, you told your disciples, you even told them the instrument that wo...

That is right. Faith with a capital F. What is faith but unreasoning acceptance. Like axioms. Like God. Things beyond logic, beyond question. Because once questioned they lose their mask of infallibility. And who wants a God full of frailties and contradictions. Considered without passion, what is God but a bundle of contradictions and incompatibilities. Why ? Because (s)he is God, beyond mortal comprehension. How convenient ! Because then you can say anything. Just make it sound good. Like God is Love. Whicb of course means nothing, but sounds like it means something. And it sounds good even if it means nothing. So Mother, you showed me Immanuel (Mathew 1:21- Isiah 7:14 ) and led me to Bethlehem (Mathew 2:6 - Micah 5:2) and then let me down with a bang. Mother, you look so sad these days. You seem to be in agony over something. The floodgates which opened crispily were provincially sealed tight again as ordained. I understand your plight. You are nothing but a vessel. A c...

Dear Mother, I have no idea where you are leading me. I ask no questions. Surely you know what you are doing. Surely you realize what this is doing to me. Abruptly and with no warning you changed my course away from all the Trinities. I am confused. But I suppose that is the idea. You made me listen to a voice which I remember from the dim silence of that which is past. The richness of that voice filled me with tears. Because it brought back memories of so much I had forgotten in lives ready lived. The same voice which cried in despair "Eli, Eli..." (Psalm 22:1-2), (Matthew 27:46), (Mark 15:34). Is this part of what you wanted me to write about?  Not about the Eli, but about my brother whose heart breaking lament reverberates through the eons. You told me to start with the second coming. To ask :what is the second coming ? To go past what I have read and listened to. Unlike what I had thought it was like all this time until now.The parent tribe waited so many centuries for...

Before The Birth: The One manifested as Three - The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit. The Birth: In Bethlehem there was the father, the mother and the son. End of the Birth (Luke 23:39-43): On Golgotha were The Three crosses. In the Center was the Son, who had decided to shed His body to return whence He emanated. On His left side was a man, the mere body of man, who railed - "If you are the Christ, save yourself and us". This is the quintessential man - the victim of emotions, happiness, grief, pain, anger, frustration, despair and of little faith. He rejoices greatly, and condemns others. On His other side was the goodness of the soul of man aspiring to The One, rebuking his lesser self on the other side of The Son ("Do you not fear God, seeing that you are in the same condemnation? And we indeed justly; for we receive the due reward of our deeds"), even at the time of death and pleading only to be 'remembered' when The Son is where He ...

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."(Mat 5:5) Which earth, Holy Mother ? I am sure you guided me to this famous statement with a definite purpose. Which Earth indeed. Surely not this, the third planet of the sun. Many are the meek who were killed just for trying to hang on to whatever little bit of land their family lived on. It has to be some other earth. May be some other planet of some other sun or maybe even some other galaxy or maybe even some other universe. I am not being cynical, Mother. But can it be the Kingdom of Heaven ? The phrases in Mat 5 leave me baffled. I am sure there are profound clues masked by the simplicity of the language. Or,Mother, have I misunderstood the meaning of the word meek ? What does meek mean ? Who is meek. Was your son meek ? Blessed, Meek, Inherit, Earth. Haunting words, apparently transparent and simple, yet so elusive. Inherit ! Maybe that is the word I should try to understand. What does inherit mean ? How does o...

Now I understand why you called me a hypocrite (Luke 13:15). Unworthy as I am I sought to know the unknowable. Fathom the unfathomable. Understand that which cannot be understood. I, who cannot even face the travails of this mere world presumed to face the Ultimate. And then, day after day, I come wailing to you Seeking solace. You are right, Holy Mother. I am a hypocrite.