Dear Adrian, Melody
Regardless of historical circumstances of what was there and what wasn’t the truth can only be found within. I am saying does it matter? Melody, Adrian does it really matter ?!? – beyond our understanding that a frame of reference is needed for a belief.
In my humble opinion this subject should not even come into the argumentative sphere of spiritual people.
As a matter of interest - do you accept the fact his name was Yesuha?
Adrian! I honestly can’t believe that you just said that.
Or, perhaps my spiritual experience is so different?
The ‘facts’ never led me on spiritual path, the facts always led me back in this material existence. That part of the brain that always asks… questions… tries to convince… that part of the brain is always concerned only with ‘facts’.
Here are semantic facts I hope it satisfies you:
http://www.plim.org/JesusOrigin.htm….
ThoughtsThis Christmas morning I woke up and went to church, arriving at the end of the 1st mass. As having fulfilled my 40 day vegan challenge I just had the need to be in there, after all is something that I was never able to do until now, in spite of my parents example. So at least for their sake I needed to be in church although the harsh winter was hardly conducive of leaving my warm and cozy house.
It is a church built to look very much like an ark upside down, and is all wood inside, at times you might just feel it will take up and fly. I have been in my life in many churches – this one just has something special about it. Perhaps the most astounding feature it is its simplicity. There is nothing extra or wasted, and live plants – this time of the year poinsettias – are what brings life inside. I preferred being left almost alone in there as is a great place to just sit and be within. And is very easy to experience amnesia in there – forgetting what church is about.
I was looking in my cozy and peaceful loneliness at the central decorative piece. A magnificent sculpture of Jesus on cross at his last hour – usually I sit on the side!!.
I don’t like having that in my full view.
Today I was seated at the centre and I faced it, and as about every time I felt like an alien wondering at humanity obsession to have on display its God killed up on a cross.
Is almost creepy as looking up all I see is a dead cadaver hanged up there.
I mean we celebrate Christmas – the birth of a baby…and there it is the grown up baby’s desecrated body, dead, hanged up sprawled in a way that makes me nauseated. What’s wrong with us? Because if I’m All and in need to experience all aspects I can’t help asking myself: what’s wrong with ME. I mean I can’t swap a fruit fly, yet there it is in front of me, the dead Jesus or Yesuha or Hristos some part of me must have taken joy in doing that…
One of the most commonly sung tune in church is: “eat my flesh, eat my blood..” Even if I make the mental exercise and see the flesh and blood as energy STILL I don’t want to do it, I don’t feel like eating Christ’s flesh. I do not feel holly, I do not feel elated facing that dead Christ, all I feel is shame and sadness as how come we as a conscious race of people can be capable of such thing. I feel dead to the LOVE. Nausea…
God Became Man So Man Can Become God
Perhaps becoming aware of that nausea helps me become God?!? I remember when I gave up on eating meat, in time I become horrified at myself having been capable of eating flesh…killing… getting on with my life after…
When I pray and Jesus/Christ comes to my mind and focus all I feel is a loving presence wrapping around me. My Christ experience has nothing to do with that cadaver on the cross.
If in the past I could look at it and not feel anything and be just the same, just having the feeling that I’ve been to the church and did my duty and is all good now and I can go merrily on my way and about as noting happened …I’m not the same person anymore.
Adrian I sure hope that poll means this. I sure hope that those poled people having experienced a removal from traditional religion can also reach the insight that is not okay, to be stuck in venerating a cadaver. Which is what eventually we all become, sooner or later - unless we figure out on how to by-pass death.
I wish you all a very LOVING Christmas (and I will not even start to comment on the facts of …hmmm was Yesuha really born on Dec 25th? Or January 7th …lol.. I honestly don’t concern myself with these facts – actually I never think I ever did beyond the fun of it)
Love – Laura