Mere words fall ever so short when we atempt to convey the hidden, flowing complexities of life. Just like our five senses are inadeuate to see or hear or feel the eternal, spiritual reality. Some may have but aren't those experiences fleeting?  Do they last forever in this plane of existence? Such things can only exist to us as idealistic, dreamy and mystical and I suppose that it was purposed to be that way. Written words should never be used as a sole means of expressing eternal truth but should only be seen as the glass jar that holds the water.  How at any time can something so perishable be sutible to define that which is infinite? It were so then I suppose your body, like everything else in nature would live on indefinitely.  But as we all learn eventually, it can't and there is a reason for that.

Nonetheless, I write in the hopes that the glass jar on your screen will leave you with an impression that will stick with you.  That you will feel the glimpses of spiritual liberty or encounter something tangible but is yet immaterial.  In truth; it's what we all do, isn't it?. 

Yes, Mr. 'Jesus never existed' has returned renwed and ready to do battle.  I call those things that are not as though they were so that they are found.  I have conqured my troubles and have come forth that more purified.

To the traditional Christian, I am a range of labels somwhere in between taboo and down right blasphemous.  To the religiously curious, maybe a little interesting.  In the flesh maybe a kinda preachy (i'm working on it, ok?) or sometimes too opinionated.  To the athiest, I am optimistic, among other things.  To the opened minded truthseeker, a fellow traveler.  To all, I am just a fraction of what i have listed here and a whole lot more by grand design.  To me, well I am one who writes strickly from the heart.  To me, I am but one voice in the symphony of inexhaustable life.  I am not content in overshadowing the other chords but rather be in tune with the others or more perferably, to accentuate the hidden ones. 

So I ask, if you lost your keys in the morning, do you start retracing your steps from when you got off work?  When you read a book, do you begin somewhere in the middle?  It goes with out saying doesn't, what the obvious answer is.  So why do we base all of our faith, understanding and reasoning in these modern or more specificaly modernized religions?  This is why I am drawn to Kemet/Egypt so. 

Ahh, let the blogging begin.

You are the only Jesus you need know of.  The only only begotten of the Divine Absolute or Seed.  How long will it take for us to figure this out?