Saturday, April 7, 2012


People have been asking me if there is a source book for what I have been saying, quoting the Gospel of Thomas, the Gospel of Philip, and the Gospel of Truth. I suggest, "The Hag Hammadi Library",
James M. Robinson, General Edition, Harper and Row Publishers,  San Francisco, etc.
First published in 1981.

For the past thirty years or so, I have been reviewing the texts, and re-writing some of them in a
more modern English.

I suppose you can call what I have done,  a "Commentary." But it is really more than that. At any rate,
I have not yet published my notes, so I refer you to the above publication.

 The difficulty I've found with some of the texts, which have been called "gnostic", I suppose in an attempt
at further derogation, is that many of the passages are extremely difficult to understand.

I worked hard at some of these texts. Actually, I sat with them on top of a cliff in the Canadian north,
and saw if some light would shine through them. The Gospels from the discovery at Nag Hammadi
are not difficult. It's some of the more obscure texts to which I'm referring.

There are truths in this library human kind has not discussed for 2,000 years. And the suppression of the earliest Christians was a deliberate act. deliberate oppression, not only by the Roman Empire, but by
what I refer to in those times as the Empire Church. (see some of the earlier Roving Reporter Rants articles
on this site)

Eventually in 425 A.D., the Council of Nicea decided what books should be in the Bible. To my mind,
it was a decision made essentially by the Chamber of Commerce of that time.

These Nag Hammadi Gospels are not merely gnostic. They are some of the earliest of the Christian

They were discovered in Egypt in 1945, one year before the discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls. In my opinion, the Nag Hammadi find  is far more important than the better known Dead Sea Scrolls

Although, thanks to the daring work of John Allegro, we know that there was a Teacher of Righteousness
who came out of the Essene community about the year 65 B.C. He was a great healer and he was crucified,
and it could be we have our dates wrong about the beginning of the Christian era.

John Allegro was the British translator of the Dead Sea Scrolls, and he is interesting because he had
no over-riding religious affiliation, nothing that might have skewed his translation. He was discredited
because of his publication of his book, "The Sacred Mushroom and the Cross." Though we now know -
 thanks to many fine courageous scholars who have stepped forward, one of them a Russian -
we know that he  was right all along.                       see



     After the Easter blessing, the poet called out, "O you Christian saints who surround me, O you

Bodhisattvas   and holy ones without name, who share the one goal,

to liberate men from their ignorance and bondage, to show the holy path to them."

                "To open the eyes of the blind, and raise the dead, and let the dead speak, so that we may

listen to them and greet, embrace and acknowledge them, so that they may find home, out of their

endless suffering."

                "I ask you only this, whether or not I am worthy to undertake such a task, aid me as you can,

and as you will, for I know you are undying around me, and I know somehow,

 through some great mystery, you are able still to see and offer aid: and that you are willing

 to speak through me, as part of the Voice of the Lord"

                "May you lend to me your holy strength, for I am weak and nothing and empty, unless

you arise and fill me and make the hills echo with the silent symphony

of your words."

                Every time I call out a greeting like this, I feel I must tell you,  the words come

to me and pass through like a a freight train running through a tunnel at night,

following its one single light, bright beyond compare.

                 Now people visit me in my sleep; and people visit me in my sleep

when they are dying. I have encounters with real  people in dreams.

. And perhaps this has always been occurring, but I simply

have not recognized these acres of paradise, without you as my guides.

I know now, however that paradise exists... within us and outside of us. And there is

far, far, far more here than meets the eye.

                 The prevalent energy of the modern age has been doubt. Because if it is ever

seen among us that within is this wild world of voices and spirits and angels

breath, the walls of our prisons would fall down like the walls of Jericho.  The walls

of the modern day are not physical walls, but brick walls inside our spirit and soul, walling

us off from our Self-Belief.

                 Believe me, there is dancing here already, and spirit and joy. Once it is seen,

that saints and Bodhisattvas, and holy men unknown and unsurpassed exist always in the spheres between

life and death, and that when once invited they will visit us and set us also dancing with

the multitudes of angels on the infinite head of a pin.... Once we have this knowledge,

which holy women  and men have always given us ,

what retraction is possible? How can we ever fall back into darkness again? How can

we ever forget?  When we know what we ought to know, because time and again

we have been told....

               "The holy realms exists.  They have always existed these heavens beyond death.

Did you know we can visit them, while we are still alive?"

               There is no longer an absolute necessity to study the words written in ancient

texts, preserved in the sacred sands of Egypt.  Do you not know that the Living One

is now among us, and has returned to us, through the miracle of the sacred sands.

And after 2,000 years, He is with us once again, as He had promised us, and now

there are mysteries beyond compare.

               How can anyone speak these mysteries? Who is worthy? I don't know

and I no longer care.

               Only know this, the doors of the graves are opening, and those ones meant

to live forever are now capable, willing and able: to greet and visit us and do

a dance with us among the spheres.

                For it is come now, the New Time.

                And I need not be plagued by self doubt for what is not yours only,

and what certainly is not only mine.

As an aside:

                  There is so much nasty, greedy and mind-numbing activity going on on the earth these

days, that it's tempting to jump in and say, "These are the last days." There are signs all over

the earth: earthquakes, and pestilence, volcanoes, tsunamis and genocide.And more worrisome

still is the deranged thinking, the suppression of free thought and suppression of eroticism,

repression of dreams, repression psychologically.

                 The problem is,  if we think it's the apocalypse, we can make it the apocalypse;

we can make it  "the last days " by self-fulfilling prophesy.

                  The human mind is very powerful, and what we think or imagine, we can actualize.

                   This is not some New Age pipe dream; we can really do it! And in this case it's

a bad thing, an unfortunate reality. Because we can destroy ourselves quite easily. We

can imagine Armageddon  and we can bring it about. And this would be a colossal waste

of time

                Do we really want to take ten thousand years to get back to where we are now?

                A wise bush shaman once said to me, " We can actualize anything. But the first duty

of a teacher or a leader is to curb the natural suicidal tendencies of his people."    End of aside.

                   Something very powerful seems to be going on these days.

                   If you are having visions or dreams which are too real to be dreams, in which

you seem to encounter real people,  feel free to e-mail me at:


Thursday, April 5, 2012


        Poets, mystics and players of professional sports all seek out the same flow experience.

It's something that's experienced in the mind, when the body is pumping at peak efficiency.

It's an experience of incredible clarity, when there is no time for thought.

        If you think, your reflexes are slowed. When the full flow of freely associating words

passes through you like a river of pristine water, you can't think, all you can do is scribble

down what is happening, what you're hearing and seeing.

       When you're at the net in tennis, it's best when there's nothing in your mind

but pure attention in the moment. If you start doubting yourself, say in your head, "I can't

do this," then you're not paying attention and you'll miss the quick ball, and you won't

be able to respond because you've prevented the body from responding fast and


        It's the same for the ultimate endeavour, the hunting of the mystic for that

timeless secret moment when you know the answer to all the questions you've been

plaguing yourself about. Rationality leads the old grey rat into the dead-end alley,

but reason will never get him past the impossible situation, the brick wall at the end

of the alley, the paradox to which all analytical thinking leads.

         To me this is the true sport, the ultimate experience of pursuit, the miraculous moment

of Discovery we all know in our genes is the purpose of our birth. In the east it's called

"kensho",  "satori",  "enlightenment".  In the west, we describe this moment we seek

by such mysterious phrases as "the Grail", "the philosopher's stone" that alchemical moment when

the lead within you turns to the gold, when the 'great doubt' turns to the great knowing

experience, when finally we may thankfully say: "It is enough."

          Words will not get you there, to that pure land where you need to go.  Thinking

sure will not get you there. Thinking can only lead you to that place where you

must stop thinking.  And images we use as signposts along the way to realization,

these images must dissolve into that formless place where there are no images.

           In the west we call that place by names such as "the plenum void" or  "paradise"

"heaven", or that place from which all definitions come. The meaning of this place we describe

is what the early Christians used to refer to as "eternal life," and the place the zen people refer to

as the foundation,  your original name.

           These are things that are said when you are in that place: "Before Abraham was, I am."

            Or, "Between heaven and earth, I alone exist."

            Through us the earth comes to know itself.

             Through us, the universe realizes its own Mind.

              Names don't matter.  What matters is that all great explorers and searchers, those who

risk death, and step beyond the village gates, all of us seek the same place that is beyond time

and place. All of us, whatever the religion, we all seek the same thing, call it  divine,

if you wish. Call it home.

              This place is found in the zone.

               Space is not the final frontier. The inner ocean of the human mind is the final frontier.