This blog entry is made up of responses I composed. They got to be too long for e-mail posts, so I just posted them here instead of actually sending them to the people who inspired them. Nobody missed a thing.
Gnosis provides the imbued person with their own universal identity by revealing who they've always been. The way this happened to me was that I "saw" in vision everything that I'd ever been since arriving here on Earth billions of years ago. Not only did this resolve my identity crisis at the age of thirty, when this vision occurred, but it provided with this relational database of universal perspective to investigate the stuff that keeps popping up since my identity crisis was resolved.
Once this happens and you know who you are, it doesn't mean that what you'd previously been led to believe you were just disappears and you don't have to deal with it anymore. There's lots of graven images that offer examples of how gnostics dealt with who-they-thought-they-were once their encounter with God revealed their old, old story.
In the Jesus stories this problem is solved by a form of suicide-by-cop. They crucify the mofo relatively soon after the age of thirty, and that might fit the story in the Gospel of Judas about how his "betrayal" of Jesus probably wasn't depicted in it's true light to or by anybody. There is an equivalent modern saying: Don't trust anybody over thirty.
Other stories that appear to be coming to light now, particularly since a sort of Rosetta Stone has been found for the Mayan language and the linguists are now translating the literal words carved in stone depicting to a greater degree the ordinary life style of the Mayans. There seems to be a theme or correlation between people getting crucified, sacrificed, and regicide.
Regicide seems to be symbolic of he kind of absolute power that corrupts absolutely. World saviors of immense variety seem to be plagued by it generation after generation. All fall down.
It can almost appear as if these individuals are given total and corrupting power just for the point of killing them for having or for once having it. There seem to be lots of stories about how these dethroned, defrocked careactors are humiliated and shamed constantly to prove to them they're not God. Of course, if they die in the process of being debunked, that proves the prosecutions side, But, it ain't always easy. Rasputin and Julius Caesar for instance. There's been a constant problem for white guys letting the fact that some not-so-paled-faced tribes already had the idea they were Gods before they ever saw them. Then, when they got to the places where they had this ensconce reputation, and they told the dark natives that there God was a man resurrected from the dead, the dark natives killed them to watch them come back to life.
I guess that makes sense in the way you look at it. I guess I might have been comparing the Jesus stories with the contents of the Tibetan Book of the Dead. There, when your physical body yields to temptation and croaks, the biggest problem the dead person faces (according to this rap) is realizing they're dead.
If one were to take the other rituals for the dead around the globe it might appear numerous cultures think the dead realizing they're dead is a big... and an initial problem... that waiting more than three days to observe the rituals for dead people will be too late. The ritual is performed to help the dead person's spirit realize they're dead, and to forget about their former life in order to deal with what's coming down the pike.
Colors. They gonna be some entities full of a pure color (at first), and the idea is that when these colors show up, then you gotta let yourself be absorbed by them to move on to your next fate. The first one is the highly touted white light, and if you let yourself be absorbed into it you have all the choices available, including getting the hell outta Dodge and hanging around with the other Buddhas.
You're more likely gonna miss out on this light because you gotta be extremely prepare to let it happen in a New York minute, and as you might realize, there ain't much chance of that happening if you don't know that you're really dead and don't have to worry about somebody stealing your money, burning your house down, and/or impregnating your wife with their child and get you to raise it and leave it well off. You gotta know you're dead when you actually are.
The civil rights movement was God's way of extending my pubescent rebellion for the rest of my life. Both came to the fore in my life at puberty. I was born in Mississippi in 1939. Nobody knew during this time that the Great Depression would soon be over when America went to war in 1941. Before the war people couldn't buy what they needed so easily because there won't no jobs that paid nothing. Might as well rob a bank.
Right about the time I was born in 1939 toward what proved to be the end of the Great Depression, things began to look up because there began to be more war jobs and a swelling military population, and while there was a lot more cash money around, a lot of the products money might buy were rationed for the war effort, so I was introduced to the hypocrisy of being a minor player in the black market the grown-ups acted like didn't exist around certain people
Puberty is not physically or morally designed to last past maybe the late teens at best. Three score, ten later the resentment associated with being forced to eat Jim Crow from my early twenties on, is something I feel like I've finally reached as much resolution with as I'm gonna.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
