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.
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.
I am one with you
Throughout the ages, there were many couples who experienced a deep sense of love. Take, for instance, Romeo & Juliet, Samson & Delilah, Tristan & Isolde and Tamar & Armand. I have described the love felt by the latter couple in De feeks van Montpézat. And although their story is set in the late nineteenth Century, it is very much a modern-day one. The other day, Tamar, the ‘feeks’ (English: Hag), inspired me in writing a pantoum. Here she speaks to Armand from a distance, by speaking from her heart.
Now and again I look back
On childhood days
Those tear filled moments
When words did not console me