I am confused about the holy trinity. (Is it supposed to be capitalized?) GOD I sorta get, the holy spirit, I sorta get, or think I do from the years chasing girls at Presbyterian Sunday School. It’s Jesus I do not get.
My mom spoke highly of her God, her Jesus Christ, and her church, Westminster Presbyterian, Austin, Texas. For the last five years of her life, my mom would say, “I’m ready for Jesus to just take me. I’ve had enough.” But, apparently, she hadn’t had enough. That’s if you believe the ever-popular, “It’s all part of God’s plan.”
Okay. Okay, God.
Jesus, God, and the holy spirit welcomed Nana into their loving arms on … (I have no idea. Will have to go look it up.) She was 88 years old.
If I need to understand Jesus now, I think of my mom. My mom’s love for me. I compare and contrast with my love for my children. Their responsiveness to my invitations. My mom adored me. Within her limited human lifespan, she sacrificed so much for her family. Me in particular, but she shouldered the anxiety, guilt, and shame for all of us, for quite some time.
Most humans never thaw out from their trauma. It flash or blast freezes them, and it’s nearly impossible to light them back up. The pilot light has no fuel or oxygen. Humans medicate their frozen hearts with booze, drugs, sex, money, relationships, maybe even cruelty. Or fetish. Go down like a slippery path on the Hochimen Trail in a storm.
If you are reading this it is 98% likely that you are also a blue person. A person who believes in helping others and the planet. Part of the journey ahead for you is going to be taking a flashlight back into that closet of skeletons you’ve been hiding. Time to expose yourself and vampires to the light of day. It will be painful.
I will be here. I realize that doesn’t mean much to you now. I can’t jump ahead. But trust me, I will be here. Now that we are connected, we cannot disconnect unless both of us sever the fiber optics.
Back to Jesus, me, my mom, and my son. How do I unravel this web of stories? Maybe I have to slow down, take it more gently. Tell the story from each of their perspectives. What would Jesus do, is an easy joke, but think, what would my mom do? Or in our case, “What would Nana do?”
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Jesus so loved the world… Wait, God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten… Did God have other sons? Could God be running “life experiments” on other planets in the cosmos? It’s likely, right? I mean, he’s God. Knows fuck all. Created fuck all. Doesn’t intervene for me, worth a shit.
Pardon that.
Alright, sit down. I’m going to hit you with a big one.
Infinity Threads ∞
I’ll start again with my mom. We shared all fifty-something of my years of life together when she died. That established a tone (Think of it like a musical note. The “me” note of “do ray me” that you are now singing in your head. (Unless you don’t speak English))
Our relationship archetype – mother + son shares a common thread, or theme if you want to think of it that way. Actually, there is only one mother + son relationship in the universe.
You can imagine mother’s love, the infinity thread-bond between moms and their sons, as an illuminated monofilimant cable, slight blue tint, emitting pulses of light, which seem to be traveling in both directions. This is your first exposure to infinity logic. Are you feeling okay? Light-headed? You look puzzled. Oh, sorry, you’re right, those questions were from the manual. Sorry. Let me try again.
Hi. How are you feeling? Do you have any questions about infinity threads?
Or mother’s love?
I’ll try and get to the point. One infinite thread of the spiritual network connects mothers to their sons. The bond is unbreakable. There is only one relationship: mother mary + jesus. Mother’s love is this light blue luminescent thread.
I’ll give you a moment. It’s been a long day.
Do you need anything? Are you still reading?
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