How we were robbed of our divinity
Yeshua Ben Joseph’s whore; it breaks my heart every time Mary Magdalene is called so. For, she wasn’t a whore but an exceptionally highly-developed priestess in the Ancient Egyptian Temple of Isis. Also, she was the wife of Yeshua (Jesus). Still, it isn’t the fact that she was unjustly reviled for being a whore that hurts me deeply, but the implication of the word ‘whore’.
The Power of Unconditional Love
When I was about six, my father would sometimes read to us from the Bible. The Bible never appealed to me – nor does it now – but Jesus did. He was always very kind to others and he worked miracles. Still, when I became older, my fascination for him lessened. Let me put it this way, due to the connection constantly being made with the Church and with religion in general, I kept everything that had to do with him at bay. This suddenly changed a few years ago.
When you were young, did you dream of what you’d be later on? I did. I was about six, maybe seven, when it dawned on me what I would become. Every Saturday morning I would go to the library in Rockhampton, Australia with my parents and my two younger brothers to return with another pile of history books. “Don’t you want to try something else Wim?” my parents asked after a while. “No,” I answered shaking my head and departed to my fantasy world of explorers who travelled the world in ships, on horseback and camelback, or on foot, discovering the most interesting lands.
We are all spirits in the material world
I’ve always had a keen sense of sight. Whether I was looking into the distance or up close, my eyesight never failed me. Yet, I never truly appreciated this gift, even though my peers often pointed it out to me, along with doctors at medical check-ups. Sure, I was aware of it, except its importance just didn’t sink in.
Be honest, when was the last time you cried? Or does this question make you feel uncomfortable? OK, shall I go first then? I cry at least once a week, usually more though.