TRAVELING HOME

Today’s Prayer to Passage continues within the ancient scriptures of the “Nag Hamadi”. This month’s spiritual devotion to these texts will be taking place between June 1 – June 30, 2017.

Today I pray, “Dear God, Today I am traveling home to The United States. Today is my departure from the gorgeous country of the Netherlands. I will continue this prayer as this evening arrives. Thank You eternally for this transformational journey. Amen.”

Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to reveal this passage:


SOWING IN SEASON

Those who sow in winter reap in summer.
Let us sow in the world to reap in summer.

Winter is the world, summer the other realm.

It is wrong to pray in winter.

From winter comes summer.

If you reap in winter you will not reap.

You will pull up young plants.

At the wrong season no crop is yours.

Even on the days of the Sabbath
the field is barren.

CHRIST AND THE SOUL

Christ came to buy. He rescued and redeemed,
redeeming aliens. He made strangers his own.

He brought his own and made promises,
construing a strategy, and gave his life
when he appeared and when the world began.

Then he came and took back what he promised,
which fell into the hands of thieves. They captured it,
but he rescued it back. Then he redeemed
both the good and evil people in the world.

LIGHT AND DARKNESS

Light and darkness, life and death, on the right and left,
these are children, they are inseparably together.

But the good are not good, the wicked not wicked,
life not life, death not death.

Each element fades to an original source.

But those who live above the world cannot fade.

They are eternal.”
—NAG HAMADI SCRIPTURES

This morning I awoke, showered, dressed, primped (I’m loving that word), and rolled my suitcase down to the lobby of my hotel. I rolled out onto the sidewalk and awaited my taxi. My taxi arrived right on time. The driver took me straight to the airport. I got out, walked around the ticketing area of the Schipol airport for approximately 25 minutes, found my check-in site, checked in at a self check-in booth, and sat at a chair in the waiting area for my check-in time to start. This was all so much smoother and easier than I had anticipated. Well… this part. There was that heavy and decimating love thing. That… sucks… ass.

Amsterdam has this affect on people, I’ve determined. I feel like I’ve seen something now. Something of the world with a healing yet liberated energy that is simply not available in the United States. This is not to say that the United States does not open itself up to possibility and charm. It does. It is the very essence of healing energy that is missing there. And now I must return to that slight constant toxicity. That.sucks.ass. I am not ready. It will take me a couple of weeks to seep back into the auto-flux of the U.S. Matrix. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave this place. I cannot disassemble myself back into a state of toxicity. I can’t do it. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. Oh, dear God, don’t make me go back.

What I am to now do is bow my head in silence and move back into the density as a slave returning to the field. Dramatic? Well… certainly not patriotic. I am a bit of an anarchist. At the very worst, it is an anarchist mentality. But then again, where is there any absence of hierarchical energy? Where? You tell me. A tribe in Papua New Guinea, perhaps? Even there. There’s cannibalism. I must return to the land where the energy eats us alive. I don’t want to go.

On the plane, on the way to my stopover landing in Iceland, I listened to The Velvet Underground, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Ásgeir (my favorite), Miles Davis, and Nick Drake. All men, yes. I feel drawn to masculine energy lately. And so it goes.

As the plane changed over in Iceland and I boarded the second plane to Minneapolis, I knew my energy was also crossing an ocean. It was all I could do not to weep with grief. But all is fair in love and travel. And I do not worry. I have my heart set on the world and the sun. And temperance. And justice. And this journey was a journey of justice, indeed. Amen.

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