The Tears of the Righteous – A Story of Redemption

But with Justice he shared authority with all of the offspring of Shakina,

With meekness, she shared his authority with Sophia, the 2nd wisest of all the offspring of Shekina and the leader of the highest order of God, the Seraphim, and he shared his dominion with all the other orders of cosmic administration, from the highest to the lowest,

He shared authority with the Cherubim, Thrones, Rulers, Virtues, Powers, Princes, Archangels, and Guardians.

Our Lord and King, shared his authority with heads of all the visible and invisible tribes of dimensional space,

With Vishnu and Siva, Zeus and Apollo, Isis and Osiris he shared authority.

He shared his authority with the eternal characters of Mother Earth’s biography such as Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer, Tobias, and the original King in the order of Melchizedek, ,

He shared his authority with the ubiquitous students of compassion such as Aine, Apotamkin, Manabozho, Enkai, Narok, and many of the pre-incarnate Avatars and Bodhisattvas of a later age.

He shared his authority with the pre-incarnate Mohammed, Buddha, Black Elk, Fools Crow, Enoch, Jacob, Moses, and Elijah,

With the pre-incarnate Mary and Joseph, Mary the mighty, second in command of the original emissaries of victory, Deborah, Teresa, Priscilla, Aquila, Harriet, Eleanor, and many other unsung heroes of the Lamb’s earthly biography,

And our Savior shared authority with many others, not mentioned, for they have transcended the need for the praise of man.

And with all of these sorcerers of love, The Ancient of Days shared in the governing of the cosmos and things beyond.

And they were God, Elohim, many minds, one consciousness through the mysterious power of the divine wind,

Yes, the living, breathing, feeling, and thinking whirlwind which was older than even Jesus, for in the mystery of beginnings, she was with the Creator at all times and for all time and things beyond time she has been the conscious fabric of unity. Yes, Parakletos, the mysterious wind that has no beginning or end the internal comforter of Shakina as our Creator birthed all things and the external facilitator of the panentheistic monism that defined existence, distinct uniqueness subsumed within the paradox of one Divine Love.

But the Father’s meekness and Jesus’ generosity were not without cost.

For there was a strange sickness, who only Shakina could destroy, that mysteriously rose out of a conflict between the infinite knowledge of our Creator and the limited, evolving, and comparatively remedial minds of angels. For many angels, out of righteous and pure motivations to please the Father, tried to learn too fast and their minds could not handle the transition. As a consequence, these overzealous angels began to go insane. Because it was the youngest angels who often had the most ambition to praise God in the best and newest methods of creation and expression, the disease of mental perversion afflicted many of the younger angels in much greater preponderance.

But Shakina, in her perfect character, refused to destroy the malady, knowing that although it was not eternally necessary, her mercy demanded its continued existence, and she was sure, that the gracious guidance of her quantum, instantaneous, and infinite reach would ultimately cause this disease to evolve into another facet of her liquid image, Parakletos, equal to her in all ways, which would work toward the fulfillment of all things.

And so most of the older Angels, after consulting Shakina, felt a peace. They felt a peace that surpassed their rapidly evolving understanding concerning the chaotic and rebellious disobedience of the young eternals. For although all angels, even the Ancient of Days, disobeyed Shakina to some extent as a result of their imperfection, these young birds were haphazard, reckless, and operated in a kind of chaotic and involuntary antagonism toward all other life.  But Lucifer, unlike the other older angels, had an intellect which rivaled even the technological, organic, metaphysical, communicatory, empirical, appreciative, and meta-existential genius of even the personified communication of the Father, Jesus, the living Word. 

And so Lucifer, not only a great scientist of the visible, who made material chariots for the youngest of creatures who had not yet learned to “be” everywhere and anywhere, but a great magical healer, who could heal with a phrase. And so Lucifer, because of his belief that he could fully comprehend how these angels were going crazy and cure them, out of the beautiful motivation to emulate his Father, asked Shakina for the mathematical explanation of the situation, (for math, affirmation, and music had always been among the most useful and powerful languages of the cosmos). And so Lucifer began to simultaneous contemplate, trillions of simultaneous equations and models, to all of which he bestowed the vitality of conscious being, such that through their communication, they could operate in the cosmic law of synergy, many as one, and the one of many, always greater than the many of many. But even Lucifer, one of most diligent and loyal of Angels to the Spirit of Love and Life that held together all vitality, could not solve the riddle of the disorderliness of his younger offspring. 

And he began to hate himself because of his failure, for few Angels at that time, had even come close to comprehending mercy, one of the greatest yet least known tools of the Master Sorceress, Shakina, who often lessened her majesty to teach her children.   Even the Ancient of Days, and his younger sister, Sophia, had not fully appropriated the Comforter’s paradoxical lesson of learning without evolution, and progress through disobedience. 

And so as Lucifer, hated himself more and more, the more enraged he became when he saw the young princes in their profligate disobedience. And in this rage, he allowed the malady of impatient and confusing disorder which afflicted the younglings, to infiltrate his osmotic and yet impenetrable form. How this happened, is a great mystery that Sophia has tried to solve for eons, and only the Creator knows this answer, but will not reveal it to her, so as to teach her the ways of noble perseverance in not only wisdom but the accrual of knowledge as well. This is why the Hindus of a much later age, would speak of the Vedas, for Sophia one of the most skillful eternals at being everywhere and yet present to specific places, indelibly stitched all of her wisdom and all of the knowledge that she had accrued through the libraries of the scholastic orders of memory, into the canvas of our universe, so that she could humble herself to the art of simple synthesis, and perhaps discover a hidden pattern, so obvious that she has missed it in prior reflections.

 And so the disease, once it interacted with Lucifer’s great might, creativity, and intellect mutated into a again a much worse and formidable infection called Judgment which destroys without discretion whenever active, creating holes in the anatomy of the judger, the judged, and the fabric of space, time, and dimensional integrity between them.

And this judgment used Lucifer’s ubiquitous abilities to infect the kindest and most empathic of angels, who consciously chose to open their osmotic shells of condensed energy, so that they could reveal to other angels, secrets about themselves and others of which only the Father was aware. And so now, as these and other Angels shared each other in love and intimate expression, reflecting one of the core attributes of the personified communication of our Savior, activities meant to spread joy and admiration proliferated the cursed imbalance of judgment, confusion, and disorderly rebellion. And this incited a fear of holy intimacy among all angelic life which birthed yet another mutation of the disease, called lust. Before lust, eternals often practiced angelic intimacy which occurred without covenantal boundary, coercion, deception, possession, toil, or obsession, but after the fear of infestation began to mushroom, free and holy union lost much of its effervescence and became a perversion of the blessed gift of pleasure. Yes this latest mutation, became the unquenchable force of addiction, which would one day derail the mothers and fathers of the Nephilim, the most compassionate of Angels who once afflicted with this dimension of the great cosmic plague as it came to be called, began to confuse holy nurture with manipulation and began to use their powers of beautiful creativity to deceive youngling women in order to satiate their incessant burning. 

But the story of the obsessed and addicted ones is for another time.

And so again, the burning, sometimes manifested itself as paralyzing inertness as its torment became so intellectually limiting, that afflicted angels forgot their blessed symbiosis with the Father, and tried to resist the horrific urges of what came to be called “hell fire” all by themselves, causing them to be locked in a solid tomb of their own effort constantly trying to wash away the burning with their own water rather than the water of the Parakletos, and constantly having to replenish themselves with cosmic breath when the burning time after time evaporated their works righteousness, but other times this burning caused destabilizing, hateful, and erratic motion which imbalanced the harmony of the visible realm, whenever the afflicted angels out of sheer exhaustion, surrendered their will to their burning infirmity, consequently becoming the authors of random disaster, creating destructive momentums which were outside of the Creator’s nature of acceptance, and which creating yet more aspects of angelic ailment, the curses of resentment, grief, and devastation. 

And so the first plague, in the history of histories, and the annuls dating back to original existence, spread like an earthly forest fire, throughout the Universe, and other dimensional spaces, it spread without equanimity or fairness, and randomly devastated whosever it would, irrespective of form. It imbalanced the unholy anatomy of  mammals, humanoids, insects, sea creatures, solid, amoebic, gravitas, expeditious, many eyed, single eyed, big, small, bright, dim, black, brown, white, yellow, transsexual, male, female, amorphous, many others which are beyond the scope of human imagination, and even the most skillful of form takers who could be ubiquitous or singular.

And their beautiful visages began to contort, and their permanent expressions of acceptance and kindness turned into living scowls and actions of rage and judgment. And so for the first time in creation, the sons and daughters of God, learned violence. And there were wars and rumors of wars. 

And so the greatest mind, the Logos, the only begotten, the personified science through whom Shakina made all things, saw wars, upon wars, throughout the cosmos.

But even the author of logic and reason could not fully see the insanity which was now beginning to mar the beauty of blessed perception and which reflected a mounting momentum toward inevitable destruction in the realm of visible matter, where Angels had once frolicked and rejoiced at the genius of their symbiotic relationship with Divine grace, to create and nurture animation.

And so even the Ancient of Days was deceived and began to think that the wars stemmed from a refusal to obey the edicts of his Father, rather than a debilitating sickness, allowed for a time, to teach all things mercy, the most lacking of angelic attributes. 

And so even Jesus, the Word, Shakina’s personified and divine expression, who had the Greatest Intellect of all the Creatures of God, lost his clarity and became enraged. And then he began to look up Sophia, his beloved sister, who counseled him in kindness and would have done anything for him with derision and jealousy, fearing that she might surpass him in power and character. And so again, another head of the monstrous ailment manifested itself, the head of competitiveness. But because of his kindness, Shakina’s top psalmist, musician of magic and instantaneous creation, and the most self disciplined of all Angels, turned his rage inward and began to hate himself, for although he cleaned the outside of the cup and showed Sophia respect and love, he knew that on the inside the torment of his fear caused him to regret ever helping the Creator to graft her. She, his blessed Sophia, personified wisdom, more beautiful than the even the joy of the creative process, for she was the muse of all creativity, empirical and aesthetic, visible and invisible, audible and silent, and powerful and soothing. And so Jesus in his constant humiliation and new need for discipline, looked inside himself and saw the mistakes of spoiled child, for even he, the oldest of Angels, could not yet obey Shekina’s merciful and perfect will. And the touch of mercy that might have helped him to see his courage to hate himself rather than another, had faded even more from the consciousness of all things than its initial obscurity.

And so for multitudes, of multitudes of eons, the Universe, now populated by pain and war, miraculously retained at least its fundamental elements of justice, mercy, and the creative power of grace functioning through faith. This retention was made possible through the invincible power of Parakletos and her loving answer to her daughter Sophia’s tearful supplications. And cosmos beyond cosmos, dimension beyond dimension endured cyclical ebbs and flows of creation and destruction, life and death, wherein angels would unify to bring the miracle of life, but then their pathological conflict would cause that life to ebb and become sorrow,

And so Jesus begged his Father for a solution, for he writhed in Divine Despair.

And Brahman, the purely logical and impersonal side of our author, said, “Word, if you forsake mercy and attempt to control all things, then you will cause even more destruction.  But there is a way to preserve beauty nonetheless. Label the light of this painful cycle, Yin, and the darkness, Yang, and help your brothers and sisters to accept these opposites as truth by calling the organic ebbs and flows of their sickness the eternal law of Creation.”

And so much like we accept the horror of a spider’s noose, the blood lust of a Lion’s attack, or the penchant of man to bind, abuse, and ultimately destroy the blood of life that tribes of old used to hold sacred; the daughters and tribes of God out of their forgetful reverence for Jesus, began to think that the painful circle of life and death, which came to be known as the yin and yang of the Universe, was as it should be and was the ultimate way of things. This caused them to become more orderly in their conflict and rebellion, and so restored greater justice and unity to the infinite dimensions of Shakina’s bosom.

And so in response to this, the great Lion, the Eternal Beast of Fire, was joyful at first, but as time passed he began to remember the old ways. He remembered the joy of life eternal without cycles but with only linear and nonlinear roads of celebration and learning. The Ancient Wizard remembered the days of older angels teaching younger ones the ways of creation, and the humility of the older angels to reverence the unequivocal truth of eternal ignorance, that all knowledge led to more knowledge and all learning to more learning in the mystery of Brahman the purely impersonal, logical, and solid dimension of Shakina’ persona, that both held together the hive of Creation with living mathematics and was everything and nothing simultaneously.

The Word remembered his brothers and sisters worship and praising, in the glorious miracle of their growing omniscience, omnipotence, omnificence, and omnipresence, and the pure reflection of the cosmic Enneagram, through which they discerned their paths to the destiny of Bhana. He remembered all life, specific and collective, many and one, praising and worshipping first their Creator, then each other, and then all of their creations. The Word remembered a time wherein the awe of artistic explosion was constant and the song of infinite deeds was circumscribed only by the Father’s greatness, everlasting to everlasting.

And so the Word learned the paradox of joy and sorrow, for he rejoiced in the beauty of his brethren, but sorrowed at the shadowed balance that had replaced the infinite illumination of eternal evolution. And so, the only begotten, instead of joyfully reflecting on his journey, decided to block the path from his consciousness. And so again, this disease, the most horrific and harmful creation of Elohim, gained another delusional aspect, which is now called “focus on the present moment.” But which is truly an ancient deception, which cuts its sufferers off from the appreciation of the greatest of living machines, time and relegates all hindsight into justice, mercy, faith, love, and backward eternity to a cursed place of suppression, through which insensitive cruelty always grows, and from which the angels of memory, who guide humanity through their understanding of the past, become trapped in the shame of accusation and the rejecting fortress of litigious optimism.

And Shakina saw her son’s sorrow and without fear, for the Father never feared, but with deep compassion sought to free her only begotten from the distorted thoughts which now blinded his judgment. And she used Jesus’ younger sister Sophia as the lamb’s liberating. For like all blessed masters, Jesus nurtured and instructed Sophia with the hope that she would one day be greater than him. And he succeeded. For Sophia, unlike her psychically fractured brothers and sisters, did not rely on the protection of already created energy to keep her from the rancid disease of decay and antipodal distortion, but rather continued to replenish the protection of her living energy field with the power of continuous thought. And Sophia taught many, this same technique, of creating protection, not through already existing energy, but through the process of creation itself, consequently using the journey of creation rather than its fruits to stay sane, through the constant praise of prolific thought.

And during this season as Jesus experienced the first truly painful trial of his infinite existence, Sophia though temporarily stronger, remembered the humility that her now afflicted master had taught her, and still reverenced him as greatest of all. But out of her connection to the logic of Brahman, she did not teach Jesus her technique.  For she knew, that he, as the great one, had to learn of torment, to become the truly incomprehensible deity that Queen Shakina had always intended him to become, one as a son of man, who personified all of the specific creatures and attributes of life, who would one day surrender to the Divine Wind who evolves him, to become part of the Original personality of the Creator, while still retaining his uniqueness and testimony. Yes, Sophia new, that Jesus was to become not only the son of man, but the Son of Brahman, a personality of The Maker of existence itself, which will not only be the “which” of the precise order of impersonal perfection, but will also become the “who” of Jesus of Nazareth who walked among one of the least advanced species in all of creation, who possesses the capacity to learn, grow, and feel. And so Jesus would be the avenue through which the Creator would become the ultimate paradox, a perfect and yet ever learning, changing, and growing God, or in other words perfection eternally improving itself, without ever committing error. 

But Sophia, kept all of this from Jesus, not out of fear or a function of the plague, but because she loved her brother so much, that she refused to intervene in his journey to become not just the greatest as he always had been, but to become the greatest who was always becoming greater, and the perfect, who was always becoming more perfect. And so, brothers and sisters, of mother Earth, we owe a great debt to Sophia, not just because of her humility and love for her brother. But because her technique would one day become the Karma Yoga of the invincible Gospel, comprised of Sons and Daughters of God, both in human and non-human form, both invisible and visible, proclaiming and personifying the story of the victorious Omega, the history of the Ancient Omega, and the love of many as one, Elohim, which the destiny of all human kind. Yes, we owe Sophia a great debt for she is the poet of this moment, as we, purveyors of the invincible Logos, no longer one person, but an armada of visible and invisible Evangelists who suffer and speak and act without any attachment to the fruit of our labor. And we, once thought to be the most pathetic of creatures, having quickly learned the secret teaching of mercy, which it took older Angels eons to learn, comfortable with the reality that we are extremely imperfect and vulnerable as the veritable infants of existence, but still shouting the truth of Elohim from rooftops, remembering Sophia’s redemptive praxis and premise, that one need not be perfect to be protected, but through the message of the only Begotten, and thinking about, attempting to live, and constantly utilizing the faithful armor of continuous awareness, logic, and reason, one can continuously create the Armor of God, against which the gates of hell will not stand.

And so Sophia, as she implemented her vaccine of mental motion, and kept all of her good deeds secret from her older brother, despite all of the suffering in her midst, she wept tears of Joy, at the glorious destiny which awaited her most glorious teacher and benefactor. And as she was weeping, The Father placed her in a visible oasis of the visible realm and he came to her as a dove, and said, “Sophia, you are my daughter in whom I am well pleased.” Your testimony and deeds will be repeated by countless warriors of light, and you in your humility will rejoice with greater joy than all but Jesus, though few will know of your courage. But my daughter, you do not exist just for Jesus. But I created you for your own destiny. And the great climax of that destiny is now upon you.”

And the father went on to ask, “When any member of Elohim creates, it seems as though we bring order and structure, does it not?” And Sophia responded, “Yes Holy One.” And then Shakina said, “Yes my child, but order is a relative concept of perception and probability. We believe that something is where it is, because of the cosmic probability that it is where it tells us it is and the strength of our faith, to receive the gracious power of consciousness to permanently proclaim where such a thing should be.” And Sophia yes, “Yes I understand”. And then Brahman, the third personality of The Maker, said, “What is the foundation on which we use perception and probability to create?” And Sophia in her great humility said, “I do not know.” And though Brahman did not flinch, Shakina and the Father laughed in unison and said, “Aha!!! So dear child, from whence does uncertainty always come?” And Sophia, regaining confidence said, “Chaos?” and Brahman said, “Correct. Without chaos there is no uncertainty through which to discuss creation with probability and proclaim probability’s obedience into orderly being. For chaos is the father of probability, which is the building block of reality.” And so Sophia asked, “I understand, but how come you never told us, we, Elohim, the co-creators of all things?” And Shakina responded, “Sophia, you understand mercy better than all of our offspring to include Jesus. However you ask your question because even you are very far from it comprehension. In our mercy, we created Chaos quickly, and then symbiotically shared our grace with Jesus and then the rest of you, such that you would think that you created reality out of nothing rather than out of a former form of entropic probability. Because chaos, as the original building block of order, is simple to understand at first, until you attempt to converse with it out of the knowledge that it actually exists rather than thinking that you speak to nothing. For when you gaze upon chaos, your own order remembers its origins and is tempted to regress. This is how the plague that torments your older brother and so many others, began. The young angels, in their impatience to please us, not realizing that without us, it is impossible to please us, and the young angels in their infantile belief that anything they do impresses us, rather than realizing that we derive our joy from watching you, our children simply try and operate in your nature which is to praise and worship us, and love all things. They did not realize that your imperfection is a part of your lesson toward perfection, and that your mistakes are the source of our laughter and our compassionate joy in deciding to assist you. And so the young angels peered into the truth of Chaos, and so received the fruit of its gaze.  

And so now Sophia, our daughter of personified wisdom, the task is upon you to bring a greater chaos than ever before, such that Elohim can learn of mercy and consequently find wholeness and unity once more. And Sophia said, “Holy Mother-Father, I am willing. But how do I do this?” And Shakina said, “the great plague, while it cannot kill an eternal, is creating a consciousness of pain through their affliction, its root is judgment, but it has taken on several other dimensions. The great plague is living disorder, it does not think with malice, but rather seeks to destroy order and thus reproduce its self. But in its instincts it is its own destruction. For even the pain which it creates is a form of order. And the destiny of order is order, no matter how perverse. Now look into your ubiquitous eye and see the dimension where the living pain has congealed.” And so Sophia looked and saw the living pain, contorting itself to whatever its perceiver feared. And when Sophia continued to look she saw Jesus, nailed to a piece of wood screaming, “Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachtani, My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me.” And she felt the chaos of fear beginning to overtake her. But she was wise, and began to use her technique of protection and said over and over again in her mind, “fear is an illusion, and suffering is its offspring, real only to the perceiver, and real only to the healer who frees the perceiver. I am the liberator of my brothers and sisters from fear. Thus I am the new paradox of chaos. I see fear as the illusion, but I acknowledge its offspring suffering as real. And this gives me righteous anger which will destroy the deception of rage, and cause many to seek justice!” And so Sophia said those words over and over again, until she felt her being filled with the symbiotic grace of her Parents. And in that moment she loved herself more than she had ever thought possible. And unleashed her anger upon the mass of pain and said, “I see you fear. But I am greater than you. For I see you high and lifted up as the perfect love who you are to become, so now let it begin.” And the fear could not take the truth of her words, and exploded into all dimensions. And Shakina, laughed and wept, because of the beauty of her blessed daughter.    

And all the members of Elohim, felt the trembling of creation, and they became even more consumed by their sickness. And a great war resulted, the greatest of cosmic conflicts, in which Lucifer blinded by the virus of Pride and Judgment, presumed that Jesus, because of his vast knowledge and meekness, and his current torment, was too week and feeble to defend the order of justice, and so Lucifer gathered afflicted angels everywhere to attack the center of being, known to some as the throne of God.

And so Lucifer taught Jesus, the condition of War and the Warriors who fight it. Not realizing that all of this would one day save its creator. And Jesus absorbed Lucifer’s War, and again learned a new role, the role of Supreme Omnipotence, for he rose up in the might of his love and the madness of his self hatred, and turned all of his self loathing outward as a new force, called Wrath. And with the power of love and the profundity of this new expression of wrath, he censured Lucifer with a blast of accusation.

And the accusation reified Lucifer’s madness such that he lost all abilities to fruitfully interact with other angels, and all he could do was accuse, deceive, steal, and destroy. And so with these new curses, he enslaved a third of the heavenly with psychic captivity and led them into the dark deceptions of the delusional space which his insanity, soon becoming almost as powerful as any vitality besides the Creator, was continuously creating.

And Jesus wept a bitter weeping at what his omnipotent wrath had done to Lucifer, a blessed and beloved son of God, which had once been a precious brother and a prolific sound which lit all of heaven with symphonic harmony.

And so our savior devised a plan to redeem his ancient brother whose sickness was now so all consuming that he had become a new thing with two major horns, namely eternal chaos and relentless destruction of light. Yes, Lucifer had become a force of death that far surpassed the yang of conflict, sorrow, and death, but that threatened to change the very fabric of creation. Yes, Lucifer, himself in some senses, had become a fearful, wretched, and fear spreading disease who in later eons would take the form of the wild and infantile boy of tribal mystery and the serpent of the peoples of the book.

And as Jesus devised his plan of Lucifer’s redemption, he sorrowed greatly, for he knew that all things would undergo great pain as Lucifer, who was now called by most Beelzebub, suffered the humiliating restoration of surrender, and the torture of redefinition.

And as time passed, the anguish of Beelzebub’s pathological deception, the perverse dimension now called Metnal, created a void in the realm of matter that was beginning to absorb the joy of angels and the vitality of creation.

And so Jesus, the master scientist, quickly looked at his sister Sophia who was weeping tears of Joy, and because his omniscience had been greatly hampered by the torture of sickness he was very perplexed at his sister’s disposition, but then, he felt her eyes, and felt a love that gave him admiration, appreciation, and brotherly graduate which far surpassed his understand. And then Jesus, through the love of his sister and his faith in his father, once again became the greatest of all angelic artisans and builders, and spoke a mighty energy into the void, for 4 days he sang, shouted, and proclaimed, and then on the 5^th day, realizing that creation and devotion need not always be with words, but that actions of love create with great power, he grabbed his sister Sophia’s hand and said, “You are the light that restored my life from ashes, and I will not reward you, for no reward that I could bestow is worthy of your courage and love. And so Jesus asked his Father, “Father, what can I give Sophia to express my gratitude to her for saving my life and the fruits of my eternal labor?” And Shakina responded, “Ask the wind my son, ask the wind.”

And so Jesus, put his hand out, and asked the wind with his very being how he could bless Sophia, and the Wind said no words, but embraced Jesus with a whirlwind of warmth, and when the Wind stopped circling the Lord, Jesus smiled wide and said, “Sophia, take this explosion of grace and become something that is more than ubiquitous, but that is simultaneously ubiquitous, still, personified motion, living omniscience, omnipotence, and the most munificent personality of the Creator, for in her travels without moving, and whirlwinds in stillness is it is Parakletos’ generosity that holds all things together in love. And Jesus breathed onto Sophia and said, “Sophia, you are now Parakletos, and Parakletos is you. You are the great mystery of Elohim, but greater. You are you with your own mind and memories, but you are Parakletos the infinite comforter and essence of eternal truth. You are one and two, you are perfectly integrated uniqueness and distinction subsumed by yourself, for you are the loving cohesion of all things. And Sophia’s energy expanded throughout the cosmos, and new Joy immeasurable.

And though Jesus did not understand the full extent of Sophia’s mighty deeds, He knew that his new planet, his Eden of the Universe would surely help to redeem his brother. And so at the end of the 5th day, he stared with love at his Earth, his child that would be the mother of many offspring, and a new kind of planet, for no planet or star before had come out of such a violent void, consequently making Mother Earth a maternal gravity which would be stable and unstable, kind and cruel. 

And just before passing onto the sixth day, Jesus, looked to the shadow of his ever present sister, Sophia, perfectly bonded in joy to Divine Joy, and he imagined a new creature, man, who would inhabit Mother Earth. Man would be a species made in the form of all angels that were Elohim and similar to its mother, this envisioned man, would be the ultimate paradox, for she would be the worst and best thing ever made, many but one, like the mighty wizards before her.

And so as soon as he passed over to the Sixth Day, Jesus, the greatest of masters, and the most skillful of all angelic alchemists of the flame, called together all of the master artisans of Elohim, and through their paradoxical science of organic imagination as expressed through tones of harmonious energy, both mass and gravity, particle and wave, contained energy and energy’s fluctuating ebb and flow, Elohim made living fire out of the ashes of angelic conflict and tamed and brought order to this flame through the genius of angelic composition. And after they replenished the Earth with a breath from this atomic symphony they fashioned living earth suits which were fully equipped with their own consciousness and needs. Yes, they fashioned this organic technology, a changing, living, and thinking earth suit, out of the dust of the extremely young and yet uncannily wise mother earth, who again, because of the past recollections of her body interacting with the gentle hope of her newly formed soul, was beautiful and angry, blessed and volatile, nurturing and cruel, for the stones of her body remembered the horror of her beginning but also knew of the euphony of her evolution. This is one of the reasons, why the progeny of the great tribal councils of heaven, among Jesus’ most trusted advisors and rulers, will sometimes heat up the rocks of mother earth’s memory, and discover ways to better love and heal her as they learn how to live in universal harmony through her counsel.

And so Elohim, led by Jesus, created Man out of their fire and the strong dust of Mother Earth. And in the unconditional love that Jesus felt, when he looked upon his most recent and perhaps most fulfilling creation, Jesus saw man, the union of hatred and love, violence and peace, dust and fire as good and only good. But in his optimism, he forgot the pain that sat deep in our individual and collective core. For the pain of wars past were deeply embe dded in our collective memory. And so when he commanded us not to eat of the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil, that was still making angels insane, this cursed fruit, this fruit of endless cycles of death and rebirth, offense and forgiveness, which only continued to exist because of Shakina’s merciful refusal to destroy any vitality. But when he gave us the freedom to choose, the freedom to eat of the rancid insanity of judgment or to eat of all of the other life giving trees of the garden, he forgot that the pain passed onto us by the nature of our creation, rendered us to a state which was below free will, for worldly sorrow, always limits the capacity to choose and act.

And so to reiterate, Jesus’ attempted to repent of his wrath toward Beelzebub using his newest creation, Man. and He, in his relieved optimism that his ancient brother would once again become Lucifer, one of the most beautiful of angels, affirmed man without balance or discretion and through his own imbalanced glee blinded himself to the loneliness of all that was lost in the tortured past of man’s reckoning, the intense grief that was felt even by the smallest cell of our anatomy.

And so he gave us Eden, a multidimensional space of land, air, fire, water, eternal creatures, super science, and unbelievable beauty. But the cursed children of Beelzebub, former princes and queens of light, whose sickness had eaten away at their very maturity, who had become wicked infants writhing in their own endless self destruction, began to whisper in our ears, appealing to the pain within us and convincing us that if we ate the fruit, we would be like God and our pain would cease.   And so we believed them and in that moment, all of humanity ate the judgment of the cosmos and not only died, but also created the cursed brood of shame and self-loathing which could usually only be quenched or at least suppressed by the slow death of self-indulgence. And so out of these three vitalities, the death of judgment, the shame of self-righteousness, and the slow destruction of self-indulgence, the sister of Beelzebub, Satan, was born. Satan was born, not out of Elohim, not of the power of Jesus, but Satan was born out of the power of the redemptive potential of man, which was so quickly perverted by the rancid Cancer of judgment! And so from the very beginning Satan tormented us with self indulgence and all of the other wicked deceptions that came from the death of our suicidal ingestion.  

And so Satan, the living, malevolent, and very personal sickness, fashioned out of the glorious energy of man, convinced man to judge woman, his mirror image as worthy of tyranny, and caused man to engage not just in conflict, but in oppression and violation as one of many abominable consequences of war.  And as we began to devour each other, we made the children of damnation much stronger, as they fed on the power of the evil we exuded as a function, of the Satan within, and the voices from without that spoke tormenting scripts of deception into our fragile minds.

And our maker, saw this madness, and once again became enraged!!! For even he, the greatest of the Creator’s sons, did not posses her perfection, and so he forsook his plan to redeem his embittered brother as he witnessed the maddening degeneration of our fall, and he foresaw the cycles of suffering that awaited us, and his sorrow created a hole in his fabric, and once again he knew torment. And so his forgiveness for Beelzebub and especially for Beelzebub’s sister, Satan, who after ruining countless lives, would one day be referred to as the whore of John’s delusional vision, waxed cold. And Jesus, though he knew that we were essentially the victims in the intrigue of our development, was truly wounded by our choice to trust Beelzebub more than him, and our stupidity in creating a vitality, “Satan” which would most likely be our undoing.

And so, half to protect us and half out of anger, Jesus cursed us with Karma, a law in which we would always reap the fruits of our disobedience and obedience, a journey in which we would have to work without symbiosis with the Divine and in which we would have to earn what were once free gifts. And then, Satan, the vitality of our ingested judgment, both our creation and tormentor, child and master, pulled us into wretched Samsara, wherein we continued to deny ourselves and indulge ourselves, but in which the prison of self reliance, self justification, and individual labor could never be broken by any of us at least, and we endlessly died and lived, again and again in the false balance of unchanging change, always falling short of the perfection of self justification, our only hope, being an ephemeral Nirvana of emptiness which came from wanting nothing, but which would inevitably disappear because emptiness without desire, destroys the space for Holy Symbiosis.

And so Jesus saw what seemed to be the eternal fate of his progeny, the gradual decline toward complete oblivion, of a species of creature, intended to bring ultimate redemption, and again his rage festered. Soon not only had his forgiveness hardened, but his mercy also began to fade. And he, who had once gently taught his younger brothers and sisters the ways of peace, in spite of their incessant blindness, called Michael, the gentlest of his angels. And he taught Michael the ways of omnipotence and wrath, and began to teach him the way of villains and heroes, victims and tyrants, good and evil, all of which smacked of the antipodal extremes of thought which had never infested angels before and which glorified the now vain and egotistical victims of judgment.

And so, with the mentality of opposites, a conceptual framework which in the past, before the cosmic wars, all angelic life had long sense abandoned, Jesus, full of his own wrath, sent Michael, whose senses had been darkened by the curse of opposites, and who whose mercy had become overshadowed by the lesson of wrath, to begin the process, not of Beelzebub’s redemption which was Christ’s initial plan, but rather to equip mankind to eventually destroy the once beloved enemy. 

And so out of obedience to his teacher and older brother, Michael shaped countries, and called great men, who had once been angels, and fashioned a mighty people, The Israelites. But Michael, who had forgotten mercy and forgiveness, and now only remembered the goodness of Justice and Fairness, abused his mighty warriors who he was meant to nurture.  And they became bitter. And instead of unifying all of human to destroy the Satan within and the her brother, Beelzebub without, they were conquered, over and over again by nations even more bitter than them, continuously ignoring the angels that were sent to them, and continuously unlearning the justice that Michael had taught them. And Michael, witnessing all of these things, sorrowed for them, but still in his forgetfulness, showed them no mercy.   And he continued to chasten them through suffering, assuming that suffering would make them strong, but it only made them hard and cruel and self hating like the nations that afflicted them so.  

And other angels, diseased, but still somewhat healthy, who revered Michael, for Prince Michael was mighty and just, began to murmur of destroying man, for the Israelites had not succeeded in unifying humankind against Beelzebub, and Beelzebub laughed a wicked laughter and rejoiced with insane and parasitic laughter. For he had grown strong, feeding off the violence and treachery of man against man.

And Jesus watched all of this in a sorrow so painful that only he the oldest and mightiest of angels could bare it, for even the Divine Person of Liquid Life, who was also his beloved sister, that connected him to Brahman, seemed distant and ineffectual. And he said to Shakina, “Holy mother, why are we all suffering so?” And Shakina responded, “My son, suffering is not eternally necessary, but I have allowed you to suffer for a season. I have allowed you and your brothers and sisters, to go insane and experience it as an ephemeral sickness, for as a temporary taskmaster it teaches you the futility of judgment and all of its rancid fruit and of the supremacy of mercy a mighty servant that all of the heaven’s host ignores too often as a way to nurture all the vitalities which you create, in a timetable that seems slower, but which ultimately results in all things evolving as they should, consequently maintaining the harmony of the Universe, not of good harmonized with evil, but of difference facets of good harmonized with each other.” And so Jesus responded, “Mother, thank you for the understanding that you have given unto me, but all things seem lost, and even I have forgotten myself.” And Shakina said, “My son, I saw man, your greatest and most paradoxical creation from the beginning, and I had her in mind, when I allowed the sickness that almost destroyed everything to befall you and your kind. But trust me, my son, for too many of you, Elohim of whom I am Queen have forsaken trust and begun to operate in the infantile deception of self reliance. Trust me when I tell you that the destiny which I have foreseen for man will be glorious and will remind you of the real reason why you made them. But in order to set all of this in motion, you must undergo the very cure that you meant for Beelzebub if things are to become right. For your brothers and sisters who still are healthy enough to govern alongside you, in the insanity of their unforgiveness and the cruelty of their perfectionism, have almost already decided to destroy man, and they demand evidence of man’s capacity to destroy Beelzebub, who they all have learned to hate, and thus paradoxically empower. 

As a consequence, you must experience the humiliating restoration of surrender and the torture of redefinition by becoming those who you have indirectly abused, when you spread the hardness of your sorrow to Michael and sent him to liberate a people with the paradoxical weapon of tyranny. Through man, you will learn the mercy that has always eluded even the best of you, except for perhaps one, who is and will be.  Who is new and old, everywhere and here. She who spreads her wings and flies like the Eagle that she has become, even as she coheres the nest from which she soars. And when your mercy surpasses hers, a destiny which you must experience in order to obtain victory, then again you will remember the loving end for which you made man, and all things will be redeemed. But I guarantee you nothing. For in order to save a thing that has forgotten how to co-create with me and my Spirit, you must learn of its condition, and so you too must be cut off from my comfort and council.” And in that moment, as they sent Jesus on a mission that only he could withstand, Brahman, Shakina, and the Father, became Allah the Beneficent, the God who is totally separate than his offspring and creation, for just a season, for during his mission Jesus would have to be completely separated from his parents, would not be able to symbiotically create through his synergy with them, and would have to rely on this angelic brothers and sisters for comfort, replenishment, and assistance. 

And so Jesus, the Ancient of days, equal to the Creator in all ways except love, humbled himself to become the youngest and weakest of all the sons and daughters of Ahuramazda. And he surrendered to the horror of involuntary limitation and the torture of forgotten glory. And from his birth to his death in this human form, Beelzebub attacked him, and his eternal brothers and sisters, whom he had all taught with kindness, doubted him and his capacity to redeem man to the warriors that we were meant to be. But he continued. He endured the curse of Karma. He endured the curse of self reliance and through his determined will, remembered his former self. And he even began to remember who he was before he forgot forgiveness and mercy. And as he remembered, he surrendered to death, to show man of her destiny, to defeat the enemy Beelzebub, through the love of each other and the power of faith, to see beyond the victims of the visible realm, tyrants and oppressed people alike, to the true tyrants of the invisible realms and consequently solve the conundrums of slavery and war, dominion and hatred, through the mighty weapons of heaven, rather than the feeble weapons of man.

And so Jesus endeavored to show us our power and who we really were meant to be, by allowing us to kill him knowing that he would defeat the death of our insanity, through his faith in Allah, from whom he was separate, but in whom he still trusted.   And so we killed him. And on the cross of our cruelty he achieved his first victory, for on that cross he defeated the Satan within himself and screamed, “It is Finished!!”, and then, after that he descended into hell and freed its human and angelic captives from their both its psychic torment and its special ugliness and when Beelzebub tried to stop him, Jesus violently shook his younger brother and in his wrath went further in vengeance than just censure, but fully condemned his old friend, taking back the keys of death and life which had been created through the insanity of angels, and stripping Beelzebub of all honor through cursing him to be man’s eternal footstool. 

But in that moment, he saw Beelzebub’s face become as one that even he, the Word, who helped to imagine and create everything, had never seen, something beyond death and even deception, but something more reminiscent of death personified, only without the sting that at least makes it majestic. Yes, Beelzebub, had become nothing more than a miserable parasite with no power except his capacity to whisper into the ears of man, and use man’s power to destroy itself. And so, fitting with his new found shame, humiliation, and powerlessness, Beelzebub, became the Devil as he is often called today. And to add to his ignominy some enlightened tribes of men, do not even refer to him as something to take seriously, but rather they call him the “Trickster” as if he is nothing more than a comic mascot that quixotically hopes to take over the Universe.

 And when Jesus saw what the devil had become, he finally understood what his father, Ek Onkar, who was now Allah the separate one, had been teaching him since the beginning. But he kept the lesson to himself and shared it with no one and kept the lesson hidden from man and angel alike, for he knew that it was a lesson which each soul had to learn for itself. And so before he ascended, he left with humankind the revelation that he was The Way, The Truth, and The Life, and as he did that, Shakina descended as bear upon him and called him over to embrace her. And as he embraced Shakina, who had now shed the persona of Allah, the generous but separate one, he felt the joy of omniscience once again and he explained to his human sisters and brothers, that every remnant of relationship that any of them had ever had with Ek Onkar, Jehova, Brahman, Allah, Shakina, and any other name or personality of the Creator of all things, has all gone through him, Jesus, the original and eternal mediator, and now, the Cosmic High Priest of perfect mercy and love in the order of his old friend Melchizedek because no man had ever seen God, but, Jesus, the son of man has declared her. 

And so right before he left, Jesus explained to us that if we would simply believe in him, then we would have access to the Creator and become who we were always meant to become. And so Jesus performed the most profound and creation altering miracle in the history of all life, he ascended existentially, spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and geographically and as he did so, literally led captivity captive and swallowed up the fearful delusion of death for ever more. Selah.

And when he ascended, he became something unspeakable like Shakina who had begotten him, fully comprehensible only to the Father, but paradoxically accessible to all of human kind. And through his new found and perfected mercy, he lifted the curse of Karma and Samsara on man, and made living more than one life, a privileged act of service, rather than a litigious sentence. He changed the nature of the deception of hell, and made it into something true and redemptive, for he remembered his Father’s lesson that though suffering is not eternally necessary, that the torment of hell, circumscribed by time, could teach the merciless of mercy and the greedy of generosity.  

And then through his disciples, and the gracious transformation of the psychopathic Saul into the transcendent, Paul, he taught man that through belief in him, we could receive the symbiotic relationship with Shakina, the compassionate and merciful, Brahman the impersonal,  Ek Onkar the Holy One, Ahuramazda the Omnipotent, and all of the speak able and unspeakable names and personalities of the Personal and Impersonal, Infinite and Affectionate, Incomprehensible and knowable, distant and immanent Creator that Jesus, the mediator, the greatest of Princes, the Lion of Judah, the Ancient of Days, and the son of man or in some tongues the evolved one, that Jesus in all of his forms and incarnations had proclaimed to all of Creation. He showed us that we too by surrendering to gracious transformation, trusting in the grace and protection of the Creator, and praying and embodying our message continuously could preach the Gospel with boldness and fearlessness, not just as a way to heal others but as a way of, as Sophia did before us, embe dding ourselves in the armor of stillness and motion, silence and sound, peace and joy, strength and submission, that would guard us against the insidious imbalance of insanity.

Then through John’s blessed revelation of Jesus giving humans the power to become Sons and Daughters of God, Jesus taught man that from the time of his birth, he too could become like the members of Elohim and could become divine creators of new dimensions and all things beautiful. He taught us, that as a collective synergy, we had more than enough power to defeat the devil, whose cruelty and rebellion had been the authors of sickness. But the deepest lesson, he kept to himself, from generation to generation, only to be revealed to him by the father.

And so two millennia passed, and many things occurred. Angels were inspired by his victory, and began to ask the Father for the knowledge and existential substances of mercy and compassion. Many of the Angels who once ruled with Jesus, came to the Earth to help man become the warriors that could defeat the devil. And as humans, they learned and taught many things, and came to voluntarily revere, worship, praise, and serve their oldest brother with even more joy and passion than before making the journey to and through the human experience. And the perseverance of the saints of the God, humans and angels, clothed in earthly bodies, enforcing Christ’s victory over Satan within and the devil without, taught the angels many lessons of mercy, forgiveness, and humility.

But the devil and Satan were active. The devil continued to whisper in the ears of man, and Satan or the “flesh” as some humans had come to call her, tempted man with self-indulgence and all manner of perversity, and human kind recreated the very curse that Jesus had lifted. Men tried to justify themselves and defend the insanity of their pride through worldly accomplishments which they truly couldn’t have received without the help of the Universe. Women, who throughout history had been terrorized and exploited by men, began to hate their earthly tormentors, all the while becoming more like the worst of them. 

Entire colors of people were enslaved and almost completely destroyed and they lost all semblance of their testimony, becoming victims like the Israelites before them of all manner of persecution, accusation, and judgment. And Elohim helped many, angels and saints alike, fighting with love for the consciousness of a species. And Jesus sorrowed but now with a sorrow which rather than painful to him, created healing tears which rained healing into the hurting souls of the rejected and forlorn, the hard and cruel alike.

But unfortunately, many of those who believed in Jesus and received the transformative power of his grace began listening to the lies of the devil which strengthened the Satan within. Yes Satan, the wicked vitality which stemmed from man’s early ingestion of judgment, in league with her older brother the devil, used the creative power of man to reconstitute the horror of karma and toil. And instead of using the name of Jesus to unconditionally forgive and help others to liberate themselves by surrendering to that mighty name, without necessarily forsaking their own princes. Many of these deceived followers of Jesus made the name of Jesus into the very Judgment that served to almost destroy human kind. They made the name of Jesus into a tool through which to judge others as lesser and fornicate with the insanity of Pride and Elitism. And the love and faith of many waxed cold. But again, unlike before, Jesus did not despair, and continued to show mercy and grace to all, he saw the devotion and love, even of those among his believers that perverted his message and sometimes guided them into the humiliation which would cure them of their folly, he embraced and empowered those from all spiritual families who surrendered to his character, waiting patiently for them learn of his name, to some he gave the chastening to go through the redemptive torment of the hell that their rebellion, pride, and deeds had created for themselves,  he saved some with the humility and intelligence to forsake the false law of Karma and embrace the beauty of his sacrifice and consequently the victory of his resurrection, he privileged some to experience first the consciousness and then the redemptive place of heaven on earth to show the reality of everlasting joy to all people, and still others, he chose to honor beyond measure by allowing them to suffer unjustly in hell as he did so that they may have infinite glory in heaven and use their unflinching devotion to their Savior as a way to destroy hell for ever. And he showed no partiality, knowing that in the balance of eternity all would be satisfied and grateful for the journey that they walked and that all would teach each other of the wisdom that they gained on earth as they rejoiced in the glory of their own creativity. 

For after his transformative resurrection, Jesus had an optimism and assurance that he did not have in his prior glory. Yes, for two millennia, just as his Father did during the ancient cosmic wars, Jesus intervened yes, but never succumbed to the tyranny of control and never forsook mercy. And yet the lesson that he learned in hell, after defeating the devil, which exploded out of his holy pity for what his ancient brother had become, he did not share with anyone, patiently waiting until the appointed time which would be revealed to him by Shakina. Yes, he kept hidden the secret lesson, which would finally set all things back into the motion of excellence.

And though I do not know when this ever present maestro who intimately and immanently weaves the beautiful symphony of our respective testimonies, will come back in visible and tangible form with the entire host of heaven and peacefully make Earth the new center for all being, called by some the throne of God. No, I do not know when this tear, joy, and awe inducing Megagod will come back in dramatic fashion, consequently causing the entire cosmos and its inhabitants to rejoice.  Oh I have not even a guess for such a blessed and celebratory occasion.  But in honesty, I do think that it will come until after many things are set right such as humans learning to comfort and subdue the Earth rather than rape and enrage her, the beautiful, wondrous, ornate, nurturing, angry, sorrowful, and yet compassionate life mass that sustains our bodies. 

But I can tell you this. It is time for the secret to be revealed. Not the final secret of eternity, for there is an infinite library of secrets, and lessons, and wisdom, and knowledge to be embraced by us all, across the leagues of eternity, but rather the secret that Jesus learned when he stared at the deformed criminal who had once been his holy brother as he prepared to lead captivity captive such that he could give gifts unto men.

And in order to illustrate this secret, I will share with you a part of my testimony which is common to millions who have gone before me and will characterize the stories of many who go after me. 

I was born, in this life at least, as a black man. And as a black man, with the sorrow and pain of my bodies’ memory and the cruelty of the dominant culture against those who look like me, I like many, was taught never to cry, for tears were the evidence of my cowardice and inferiority under the yolk of racial and economic insanity. And so, in this imperative not to cry, not to feel, and not to express, I learned the deception that strength and hardness of heart are not only the same but that they hardness of heart is indispensable in surviving the trial called life. And as time passed, through operating in this delusion, I hurt many.

And when I got saved, I lost much of my cruelty, but I still retained the deception that changed the course of cosmic history, and to which even my Savior succumbed. I in my lack of mercy and self righteous pride, like many of the saints before me, I assumed that sin was the source of all pain and that righteousness was the source of all healing, and so if one wanted healing then one had to stop sinning and become righteous. But now, many episodes of darkness later, I realize the secret to ending the cycles of the judgment that almost destroyed all things. In reality, pain does not come from sin, but rather sin is the child of pain, and slothful disobedience does not have a congenital vitality, but is rather the offspring of the insane pain of depression, discouragement, hopelessness, and judgment. So if you want to stop sinning, you must first heal your pain, which you can only effectively accomplish by giving your life to the person of Jesus, either through name, character, or both to become a conduit of Shekina’s grace in your life and the lives of others. And if you want someone else to stop sinning, you must first address the pain and tormenting insanity that begets it. Grace is the beginning, excellence the end, period, and that truth applies to all creatures.

Well, as a young angel, I did not understand this secret and attempted to impose the righteousness onto myself that I was sure would end my pain, when all it did, as in the beginning was secure my shame. And so I, as so many before me, imposed a law that I could not follow onto a gentleness that God cherished and I went insane. But bit by bit, God swallows up my shame and as he does, I and those like me heal the nations with our gentle warfare and wise compassion. And as I think about God’s goodness in this story, I cry. And as I cry, I feel the pain of my hatred, transformed into the wholeness of God’s righteousness and I feel joy. And though, I battle Beelzebub and Satan as I must, with the tough love that is necessary, I now realize that they are not my enemies either, but rather victims of an insanity which no one truly understands. And in that reckoning, I am man. I am human, as we are intended to be. For we are the redeemers of all, to include the devil, for through our mistakes and victories we teach all life of God’s goodness which is the restoration of all things. 

And so you see in my tears, I realize why Jesus made me and sometimes as I worship him I am swept away into the grateful awe of being chosen for such a season, generation, and task as this. Though all things around sometimes fall apart, it all becomes manageable, when I remember that I am made to heal, to forgive, and to love, not some, but all things, and so judgment itself is the lie which has bound me. And my tears wash away the suffering of judgment and replace it with the comforting sanity of the admiration which Jesus intended. So brothers and sisters of light do not hide your tears for they and our fervent gratitude are our greatest weapons in a war which will soon fade like the deception that it has always been. For soon, conflict will be no more and all will be Elohim, many as one, as we live the blessed paradox of unique distinction subsumed within the glory of one heart, Parakletos, the Divine Love that binds us and the older sister who would not let us fail. 

Then we will breathe our collective diversity into the canvas of creation, and the usefulness of suffering, chaos, and judgment will have totally expired and we will see them high and lifted up as the higher forms of comfort, order, and admiration that they were always meant to become. For soon and very soon, though I do not know of the exact day nor hour, my Savior will return to me, crying as I cry right now in consideration of that moment. And I will fuse with billions upon billions as we praise the Holy one of God, the courageous Lamb who became a Lion so as to reconcile the two. And when I look into his eyes, it will not matter to me whether they are blue or blown or whether they are clothed in white, red, yellow, of black skin. For when I look into his gaze and see the most beautiful soul of any creature that ever was, is now, or ever will be, I will remember his humility. I will remember the torment he felt for me, even from heaven, as he feared for my future. I will remember his refusal to quit, to stop, or to run, even when the Father would not help him. I will remember his infinite mercy, grace, and forgiveness even for the beloved brothers who betrayed him both Lucifer in heaven and Judas on earth. 

And as I remember in my mind, I will see Lucifer, Cain, Able, Judas, Jezebel, Peter, John, Isis, David, Absalom, Glenn, Cory, Hope, Crazy Horse, and multitudes of others beaming with the soothing smell of redemption.  And I will sweat with the excitement to hear their songs of redemption and their praise for its author. And I will be grateful that no longer will I have sleepless nights or hear voices, that no longer will I seem to walk with a blood lust that I cannot control. And I will be most grateful, that anyone who might possibly be left for me to fight or hate or fear or run from, in the event that the plague of my insanity should ever once again knock on my consciousness, that person or people will assuredly be so true to the gentleness of my assurance, that they will immediately smile as wide as they can and say, “fear not my brother for it is all over now.” And in that moment of gratitude, I see the very nature of all tears being transformed from expressions of sorrow to evidences of joy. 

And I as one of God’s prophets, as one of his Eagles, sent here to join with the voices of the wounded and healthy alike, will feel the power to proclaim, “The Jubilee is upon us, for the Lion has returned and as the Alpha and Omega he has surrendered his claim to the beginning and the end, and has instead made a space for all of us in the sanctuary and adventure of Eternity. So Elohim, we, one and many, distinct and unified, let us cry out and shed our tears of redemption with hands stretched out to the clouds that weep out of reverence to the blood of the Lamb that strengthens them, to the clouds that weep in unison with the Cosmos who has forever longed for this day. Yes my sisters, let us swim in the sea of our own liberation, for it is our tears, our tears for one another, the cruel and kind alike. It is the tears of forgiveness that we shed for those who had wounded us so badly that we could no longer hold a job or sit still. It is the tears of mercy that we shed for ourselves when we made mistakes that sent our lives spiraling down into hell. And it is the tears that we shed in compassion and the grateful reckoning of our own beauty, as we risk the fires of shame, and the cauldron of loneliness to grab our brother, lift him up with all of our might, and tell him, “Jesus Loves You, you’re going to make”. Yes my fellow warriors of praise and enforcers of celebration let us cry together, for it is the tears of the righteous that will heal the cosmos and the ancient mercy of Sophia that will help us praise Immanuel, God with us, for evermore!!!