My soul has indeed been up to no good, and must be reconditioned in order to receive the bridal chamber. What haunting memory have I, that I cannot even feel unashamed in thy Presence? How is it that I am played the part of both the defiler, and the defiled? A pollution is upon me, and I must not turn from it, but turn it out in the blood of my unselfish works.
I was given this soul, and this life, and I have turned it into a play thing. Oh, Father, Creator, Lord Jehovih above all, that you would see the childishness of my wisdom, in operating this imperfect vehicle?
I cannot long dwell on what might have been, had I been touched by spirit then. And even now, demons and lower spirits regularly will ply their influence over thee, and other sisters and brothers of mankind, in ways that make us ashamed in after years. I see your light, oh Lord, but I sometimes make it dim with dark thoughts of my own making. And then, I ask, wherefore thy thought,
what night hath wrought,
this demon seed inside of thee?
Say this upon the entrance of your terrible idea, and it will dissolve. To ask from whence cometh the bloody idea, is to examine it with the light of truth, and from this the demon hides. It is when we unquestioningly follow the thread of the polluted one that we are his thrall.
Yeah, I have been a prostitute, and I have been the user of the prostitute, and my sould needs cleansing from her iniquity. This question of how, this is the Way. In seeking the solution, we hope to never find. In finding the solution, we have no need to seek.
How far back can we trace revelation, and what exactly is it, anyway? Revelation is the hearing of intelligence, whether that intelligence is ours, or some other. We call it higher intelligence, because we assume that what is revealed about what had been unknown, must require a perception beyond the ability of mortal human.
We can see that revelation has hardly changed at all, but that the technology is better able to reflect the nuance of the experience. We see time and again how the typewriter, and the printing press before it, were the instruments of revealed scripture.
A question I have. Not the proof of the experience, but, trusting that time and again the phenomenon of prophecy returns to our age, how long have we been on this journey, and asking the same questions, praying the same pleas?
It is not uncommon that I have followed a spiritual quest. Having been an independant student of the way of Tao, of zen, of the Buddha's eight-fold path, and through years of psychedelic shamanism and Castaneda, and even unto the present, my studies of Bible, apocrypha, Dead Sea Scrolls, and gnostic texts, Oahspe, and revealed scripture... what is the fruit of my learning?
"Love, faith, and knowledge. This is the sacred trinity. Love above all; faith sits to her left, and knowledge stands to her right. All who have ears to hear, listen."
"The earth may be our mother, but our praise and thanks go to the Most High, our Creator. Our Father wants us to progress toward Him always, and know that we will not lose that which we have, but, rather, we shall gain what is His."
"Do not unto thee, that which thou wouldst not" - is the whole of the law.
I Am Brother Harmonius
I humbly, but with gladness, comment on the gnosis of the Nag Hammadi texts, which are brought to the English language under a single marvelous compendium by James M. Robinson; also, my own inspired concordance to the Dead Sea Scrolls texts, the extant of which has been made available to academic and scholarly scrutiny since 1990 CE, and especially through the scholarly treatment of the texts rendered into publication by Geza Vermes, Michael Wise, Martin Abegg, Jr., and Edward Cook, A. Powell Davies, Millar Burrows, Edmund Wilson, and Marvin Meyer. These scholars and editors have given us rope in crossing the threadbare bridge to our past.
Beginnings
Like many of my generation, my awakening came upon me during the battle between adolescence and puberty, whilst in my fourteenth year. It was then that notions of something greater than this farm, these dirty boots, must be. How could it that I, helpless in 20th century America, could be tossed from coast to coast, with no anchor, no savior?
I studied the skies, I studied the animals. Nature became my shelter, swimming through the trees like a marine creature would in its tidal pool. The quest for spirit, the divine presence, occupied my innermost thought. It is only of late that I am wont to tell it out loud, that the purpose of thou may be affirmed, and that your heart may be glad through the dark night.
I am a free monk, one who does not tithe to a single school or way. I cannot be tethered, nor can I be pigeonholed or catalogued, like some antiquarian book. It is preferable that thou, also, should remain free to choose this path or another, as your quest for understanding grows firm and directed.
The sacred trinity - Love, knowledge, and faith
Brother Harmonius
