I came across this at the Haven Hospital, Reading. I left off with the imitation of Christ that I had done since a teenager. It had such disturbing elements. I thought I had to BE Jesus Christ. I didn’t know exactly what form that would take. I started by trying to “take on” other peoples problems and pain.
But, obviously, first of of all, Jesus is God; second, he is a man; a male; how can i really know His ways. I cannot even know them as a woman does because of my broken sexuality. Completely missing the point. JESUS IS GOD. He can handle that. We don’t have to.
so, I adore the Golden Legend of St Mary Magdelan, you would have to look that up. And I wanted to be that. Standing in a cave in a cliff over the sea, and being fed the eucharist by birds.
so, I’ve said a lot about a whole lot of things in the course of my blogging but right now I want to focus on ( uh oh) alien interference, presence, in this case , assistance.
I have rarely utter my belief that OF COURSE the Lord really, actually, and truly parted the Red Sea, et cetera. Things happened differently back then. Nowadays, we make things small. We cut ourselves off with our elaborate science, development and technology and get ourselves into loads of trouble as we have been. And we’re afraid to say so. Nobody wants to be the one to say “This is all wrong, we’re destroying the Planet. It doesn’t belong to us, we dont own it. We don’t have the right.”
it would mean giving up cars, hot showers, supermarkets; writing off the entire industrial revolution as a loss. Sinking into the mud like at the turn of the second millenium with the bubonic plague.
alternately, we keep moving forward based on an alien presence here to help. Ive encountered one here and I am quite certain that others who were afraid to talk about it have seen the ssme thing.
Living, breathing aliens who are also creatures of God and some of whom –just as in a Spielberg film–are fantastically intelligent and also trustworthy.
I rely on them to help in a pinch. The father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; the holy choir of angels and saints; and, nowadays my fellow man as well; and aliens from outer space.
God is still here, but it’s different.
Un.Bon.Mot 