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Saturday, January 13, 2018

THE THUNDER: PERFECT MIND

        


        I keep returning to this marvelous poem,
which is just as divine in it's own way as
the "Song of Songs."
To my mind it is written by the female aspect of the Lord of Hosts.
         If I am wrong in saying this - I am sure I'll be corrected. For the Lord is behind me as I write and His radiance now fills this room,
and His Grace, also, which is the sole provenance of the Lord.
          Don't take me as a run-of-the-mill Jesus freak. My Mind comes from the new Awakening that has been bestowed upon us by the miracle discovery of the Nag Hammadi.
This new and ancient library will change the direction and Consciousness of the Christian world: it has already changed the Christian world. 
        I've been writing about it for 48 years now, and other people have taken up the baton and are showing wherein the differences lie, and what the new Awakening means - that comes like the dawn before the time of morning.
          I hear my phrases being picked up and carried by other teachers, and I am proud of this. For a while I though the whole Nag Hammadi Library was going to be suppressed, as it already was suppressed 2000 years ago.

         Still I keep returning to this divine poem that is transcendent in it's own way. I like to think it was written by Mary, as so much of her Gospel has been destroyed.


"He is the one who begot me before the time
      on a birthday
And he is my offspring in due time
       and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth
        and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
        and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
        and the word whose appearance is multiple.
        I am the utterance of my name."


   

       In many ways this poem is incomprehensible, so it is a good vehicle
upon which to deepen one's focus.
       I am touched by the tenderness and humanity of the lines:


"Why, you who hate me, do you love me,
        and you hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me..."



"The wind bloweth where it listeth, and you hear the
sound thereof, but cannot tell whence it cometh
and wither it goest: so is every one that is born of the 
Spirit." (John 3:8)





(C) 2018 by W.G. Milne


See also: "THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST,
                  MOST ANCIENT GOSPEL FOUND ANEW."
                  
                  At:   amazon.com   author:  William Milne
                          e-books and kindle




   





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