19. Palm Sunday Prep:
[1] Once upon a time in a timeless state of mind, Jesus, the Christ, hath roamed. He sits upon a boulder where a donkey named Divine has been resting nigh.
Jesus Christ: [2] Thy Father blesses I in the mind’s eye of an idea with you. Tell me, donkey, what is your name?
Divine: [3] I am Divine.
Jesus: [4] You doth preach the Gospel, as well?
Divine: [5] Nay, it is my name.
Christ: [6] Nay, it is what you are. Here is thine idea, which is not thine idea, but His idea that has been messaged to I; as I am the vessel of He – like all who espy it out inside of themselves. The morrow is a grand day, Divine donkey. For it is the day that thy Father has planned me for since thrice years ago when I was around the age of thirty, and persisted on His quest, which is my path, which is what He sought, which is what I had sought as well. Tomorrow, we make way into Jerusalem the Holy City, and I do not want to come to into town like a king or a knight or a prince riding on a masculine horse – as that high-bred symbol will not fare too well with the anti-Christs who dismiss I, the Christ, which is inside of All, as well. So, let us provide them with a slick sly symbol to twist their slippery psyches around, and arrive to Jerusalem on you – the Divine. You are a peaceful and kind creature, and lowlier in societal status than a stallion. We must not ride in with a charge, but with a grace that speaks so softly that it becomes even mightier than the charge.
Divine: [7] Tomorrow is Sunday, Christ?
Christ: [8] It is, Divine.
Divine: [9] I am available.
Abracadabra.
Blog:
What makes the subtle so much more powerful than the loudness? The loud have something to prove while the subtle, having the truth, has nothing to prove, and so the subtle is paradoxically proving of the proof of which it is, which is the truth. The subtle is a shield of many forms, and not all are capable of wielding it, because they are afraid that it is not enough, because they are in the lie and naturally cannot understand what true is. Christ uses it in many ways, and one of the genius ways in which he does is by picking a donkey to ride into Jerusalem on. He picks the most subtle creature, the weak, which somehow shows strength. But how is it that picking the weak begets strength. Picture, if you will, a knife fight between two enemies. And one of the men is so grounded in his light, in his conquering; in his skill – that he tosses the knife, and says, “I will beat you without it.”. Who shows more strength? Who possesses more spirit? I think we understand the answer to that question. A true person who is grounded in the nature of himself and so too in God, because you are together in One harmony, does not need loud bells and whistles; loud horses; loud words, or any words at all, to show that he has arrived; he just arrives and is. Like the quietude of a flower who’s bud pops and blooms in the silence – and yet it is loud and clear that it is here and now. A tree does not grow up loudly, and yet it is strong. A bug buzzes in my ear, and I kill it with one swat. Christ does not put on a showdown, and yet he shows up bigger than the noisy world. The world is a play with a never ending act and everyone has a microphone, and yet, he who drops the mic turns the most heads with the thud of letting it go.
Strength & Honor,
JackOBat