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Sacred Love

April 11, 2013

The word sacred leaves me with the feeling of look but don’t touch. This, a sort of hands off or the gods may become angry feeling. Or would it be like art at the museum: PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH? Maybe it would be better if they shared why the sacred art cannot be touched. Now, unlike the word sacred, the word holy gives me a feeling of Godliness. Those things Holy are of God, and I always think of the word whole when I see the word Holy. But maybe there is a way to combine the two.

When I have written the word Sacred Gnostic Texts for the essays on SPIR, I have several times now typed the word scared in place of sacred. This would not be a coincidence, for I see it as a reminder that certain men of Religious authority down through history were scared of these texts. People often fear what they don’t understand. No surprise there. But we are here, and I know we are at a point where there is no reason to fear the gnostic texts. Actually, several have told me that they have read them years ago, and after this, I have wondered why they did not say more. I suspect that they didn’t say more because they did not hear them. They read them, but did not hear their words. When you hear the words, just as when you hear God, you are never the same person as you were before.

He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches. Revelation 3.22


Many many months ago our dear Brother Vincent van Gogh was brought to my attention. I recall posting on a Christianity Forum that it took a long time for this purist to be appreciated, and when he started his “reincarnation”  in the public eye, it seemed to be more about the ear incident, and a falsity on madness that led him to the Asylum. Like Jesus, Judas, Francis, and so many others, his story has been misunderstood (See essay on SPIR: Two Poplars). And so it is with Holy Love. In truth, Holy Love is Experience.

Two Poplars at SaintRemy, Vincent van Gogh

In further discourse, Holy Love is a concert. It is a perfectly orchestrated song. It has depth, message, magnetism, grace, skill, mastery, celebration, sorrow, farewell, discovery, fortune, and fearlessness. It is enormous, and it is petite. It is restless, and it is ferocious, and yet, gentle as the breath of a sleeping infant. It is piercing and fragrant, and most certainly eclectic. It challenges mind and heart, and ascends.

Vincent was an instrument in this perfectly orchestrated song. He, a member in the concert, gave of self in an unintended intended way. He knew what he was about but knew not when or how he would be played. Those who have the Gift of Understanding are of this. If you’ve ever read Vincent’s letters to his brother Theo, you get a glimpse of this partnership, but unless you dialogue in concert, you have not heard its music.

Let’s look at those Two Poplars: Sacred and Holy. First, I cannot help but think of Paul Gauguin when I look at Vincent’s painting of the two poplars. These two artists had a verbose relationship, and a infectiously turbulent one, but Vincent was of a more concise manner than he has been given credit for. But I won’t discourse on this, for Alfred and I have dialogued quite a bit on these two, and he is planning on sharing the results of a script born from our discussions. What I do want to address is the uniting of twos, and specifically that sacredness orchestrated in holiness.

A key location to begin in this is to ask self: Who am I? This is a broad, and probably somewhat daunting question for many believers in Jesus Christ. Most could rattle off an entire litany of responses, and I think many would focus on what they do for their parishes. And I can just hear the little ladies in the parishes. Oh, Father, I did the … for you; Oh, Father, I got those … for you; Oh, Father, I loved the way you … Oh, Father … Look ladies, but DO NOT TOUCH. He is a sacred man, but what he has not told you about himself is that he is also scared. He is afraid of what it requires to be holy. How do I know this? I know this because he has allowed himself to be called Father.

Then Jesus spoke to the multitudes and to His disciples, saying: “The scribes and Pharisees sit in Moses’ seat, Therefore whatever they tell you to observe, that observe and do, but do not do according to their works; for they say, and do not do. For they bind heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on men’s shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers. But all their works they do to be seen by men. They make their phylacteries broad and enlarge the borders of their garments. They love the best places at feasts, the best seats in the synagogues, greetings in the marketplaces, and to be called by men, ‘Rabbi, Rabbi.’ But you, you do not be called ‘Rabbi’; for ONE is your Teacher, THE CHRIST, and you are all brethren. And call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven.” Matthew 23.1-9

I do not care how man writes his story in defense of these, the writing could not be more clear, and the message more sound. The message is as relevant today as it was yesterday. And who are you  that you should set yourself up as one of these when a child could understand the words above? 

Jesus continues by saying, “And do not be called teachers; for One is your teacher, THE CHRIST. But who is greatest among you will be your servant. And whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.” 

So why do the priests in Religious Orders allow themselves to be called Father, and why have they behaved in contrast with God’s Word? There is a one word answer for this: Power. That title, and the additional priestly garb, and the position within the parish permits a man a free pass of sorts, not in the Godhood, of course, but in the ways of man. This works two ways. One, it provides entitlement to a number of things relating to religious life as well as secular life (which are really one in the same to me), and two, it is a form of protection from the litany of  aggressors. Here’s an example of what I mean by this, and trust me, I have seen this play out more times than I can tell you. A man without the priestly garb goes up to a stranger who is beating his servant for dropping a load of wood that he is carrying, and he chastises him for doing this. The stranger berates him, and tells him to mind his own business, and continues to beat the servant. Meanwhile, the man is a pastor of a church but does not tell the stranger this. A priest in his collar goes up to the stranger, and chastises him for the same act. The stranger appeals to the correction, and only while in the priest’s presence, but he does not berate the priest. Neither pastor nor priest has accomplished the goal of keeping the stranger from beating his servant, but only one has subjected himself to ridicule.

Now, both made the effort to point out a terrible wrongdoing, but who has placed himself as an equal with the stranger?  Answer: Both. Why? Because neither  has placed himself as equal to the servant.

The sacrament of holiness is in the Understanding of lifting the burdens of others, and you don’t need a title or a style of dress to do this. What you need is One. Sacred is a matter of the mind, and holy is a matter of the heart. Man must ascend the heart to the mind, where it will become as one in servitude to One, that is God. The real weight is in the Experience. Actions do speak louder than words, if you are of the mind to hear.

 And yet, Jesus says, “Why do you call Me good? No one is good but ONE, that is God.”

One Comment
  1. opheliart permalink

    Hello hello.

    It seems you have propheted from a recent essay. Welcome. And this is just the beginning of the teachings on Him Who is All. One must first see self through God’s eyes.

    Peace and Love

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