THE ESSENCE OF THE GNOSTICSGreetings my friends,
Tonight begins a three part series on Gnosticism and just who and what the Gnostics are. Tonight I want to talk about the cosmology of the Gnostics, and how that has evolved into the modern day Gnostic worshipers. Next Sunday I will talk more about the three men who set forth the laws and rules that govern Gnostic sects all over the world (Mani, Marcion, and Valentinus.) In week three I will discuss the Nag Hamadi library, and how it has forged a rebirth of Gnostic thinking. Finally, in week four, I will discuss modern day Gnosticism and how worshipers apply it to their everyday lives.
Let me start off by letting you know that I am Gnostic by faith, and have been so for almost 30 years. I meet with a handful of friends who are fellow Gnostics, and we discuss our faith, what we have learned from it, and share ideas for reaching the ultimate goal of finding Gnosis. Though there are some Gnostic churches across the globe, congregational worship is not desirabl
THE ESSENCE OF THE GNOSTICS PT. 4Hello my friends and watchers,THE ESSENCE OF THE GNOSTICS PT. 42 years ago in Personal More Like This
Last week we talked about the Nag Hamadi library and its profound importance as it relates to Gnosticism. Earlier this month we discussed the Gnostic creation theory and its cosmology and also explored the legacy left by Marcion, Mani, and Valentinus. Tonight we conclude our discussion with a look at modern day Gnostics and some of the sects that exist around the world.
In 1890 Jules Doinel founded the Eglise Gnostique (Gnostic Church) in France. He based his movement not only on Gnostic beliefs, but on those of the Cathars. Clergy in this church were both male and female, with the males being called Bishops and the females Sophias. In 1907 a man named Jean Bricaud expanded the church and its doctrine to include more christian overtones, renaming the church Eglise Gnostique Universelle (Universal Gnostic Church). This church is still active in France, Martinique, United States, and the Ivory Coast. I believe that if it weren't for the Frenc
Gay, why yes I am-1Not a GirlGay, why yes I am-14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not a girl.
That was the first realization that hit me
Before I wanted to play with dolls
Before I wanted to kiss boys
That I was not a girl.
After that I understood exactly what was wrong with me.
I was a boy,
That was the biggest problem.
Boys could not be Girls
Like Dogs could not be Cats.
It was not supposed to happen
But I wanted to be a girl!
I wanted it and I prayed for it
But they told me God doesn't listen
To Boys who want to be Girls.
THE ESSENCE OF THE GNOSTICS PT. 3Hello to all of my friends and watchers,THE ESSENCE OF THE GNOSTICS PT. 32 years ago in Personal More Like This
I have dozens of friends here in deviantART from the country of Turkey, and it breaks my heart what is going on in Istanbul right now. It all started with developers wanting to tear down and destroy a historic park called Gezi Park in Istanbul. This would be the equivalent of developers wanting to tear down Central Park in New York! The citizens of Istanbul went to Gezi Park in the thousands to protest this, and Police in riot gear showed up and beat them back with tear gas and water canons. Over 4000 injuries have been reported, with casualties that could be in the dozens. Some have lost their eyesight from the teargas, and others are being detained by police without due process of law. The Turkish people remain undeterred in their fight to save Gezi Park and to fight for their freedom and the right to have their voices heard. Join me in praying for them, and supporting them as they continue the fight. The following link is from a friend
No Turning BackI'm trappedNo Turning Back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no possible way to get out
And it's not just mentally anymore,
It's physically too.
The pea-green walls are closing in on me.
I'm in open air,
But I can't catch my breath.
One may think of this as a hotel,
But it's a prison
A prison hiding under the name of "hospital".
I hate that word.
People don't realize just how much.
It's a death trap,
Looking completely friendly on the outside,
But once one breaches the outer wall,
The inside becomes clear.
They'll hold you 'til you die,
And then you emerge a zombie,
Forever doomed to walk this planet,
With no hope of ever turning back...
Crimson LoveMy heart is broken, beaten and batteredCrimson Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shattered like the most delicate of glass roses
It lies next to you in your bleak and desolate grave
The solemn hole you fell into when you took your final breath
Our life was sound, our love pure
Then we watched our walls come crashing down
As fate intervened in the form of reality
We heard the death clock's chilling chime
I'm left forlorn in this tragic world
I try to live but all in vain
It's not living without you
All that's left are my memories, my illusions, my delusions
The ominous blade, a reassuring friend in which I trust
Glistening with the tears I cry for what could have been
It slides so lovingly into the empty void of my once beating heart
An incredulous and overwhelming sense of relief
I lie in a pool of crimson love
Smiling as I fall from grace
Now we can be together forever
In the land of perpetual darkness
Concealedher emotions are concealed,Concealed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
obstructed by the barrier
she puts up for the world to see.
cause if they can't see
the strain in her eyes
they won't know what
she carries on her shoulders.
her friends no longer inquire,
since the only response,
was a constant
denial of pain.
and she weaves secrets
like a spider weaves silk
don't get caught
in their own webs.)
her echoing heart says
to let a door open
so that maybe
the agony won't crush quite so much.
but she's scared to
let the light in,
cause she knows it'll cut through
consists of affliction
to cause it to cease.
she'll stop her ears with
and let the moonlight blind
that if her senses
maybe it isn't reality after all.
and maybe if she fills in
the spirals on her fingertips,
she'll leave a bigger mark
on the world.
Bound By LoveAngel of night come from the sky above.Bound By Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clad in light; Searching for thy true love.
Look to the skies;
Diamonds Sewn in the darkness of night,
Leading your blind eyes to a goddess!
Standing still like a statue upon the Earth.
Horns of darkness tempt your gentle soul.
Beauty dipped from darkness depth
Waiting to be cleansed by heavens light.
Forbidden love -
Angel and Demon Goddess' United from tortured lights;
Gods who tear, rip, and prod - separated by war of blood.
Two beings said to be torn apart,
Yet loves bond cleanses even the darkest taint.
Heavens pure light, enshroud your love.
Features crack away. Darkened wings purified -
White feathers breaking free from their shadowy darkened bay.
Goddess be free! Love break the shackles of hell.
Darkest of creatures, purified, a love that knows no bounds.
Clouds rip apart as Angels peak from above.
Storm clouds dissipate from a gentle, pure love.
Single LifeSo, here I am again. Listening to sappy love and steamy sex songs with my eyes all leaky and my body all cold. It's been so long since I haven't had anyone next to me in bed that I'd forgotten how empty it really was. I feel like a child in this king size beast. Tissues fill up a majority of the space; all wadded up, stuffed full of misery and dejection. Ugh. I hate how melodramatic I am, but sometimes it just seems better to sit in the dark and eat my weight in chocolate than act like a rational adult and push through.Single Life4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I shouldn't be so bitter; I had ended the relationship after all. A good thing, really. Derek was an asshole. He had never listened to me, never held my hand when I was hurting or let me cry on his shoulder. He forgot our anniversary and Valentine's Day and my mother's birthday and my birthday. I am really glad to be rid of that prick, but at the same time I wish I had someone to cling to. Anyone would do, except Derek. I swallow down another Milano cookie, the cure to
AwakeI hate waking upAwake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Because I am still alive
when my dream has died.
New Pope: Gay Marriage is the Work of the DevilNew Pope: Gay Marriage is the Work of the Devil2 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Here's a 2010 equalitopia article by r0b where the newly elected Pope Francis (Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio) describes gay marriage as being the work of the devil:
Argentina’s highest-ranking Catholic prelate has warned that the country’s gay marriage bill is a “machination” of the devil, reports Pink News.
Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio has called on priests in Buenos Aires, where he is archbishop, to protest against the bill, which is progressing through Argentina’s parliament.
In a letter to the monasteries of Buenos Aires, he wrote: “Let’s not be naive, we’re not talking about a simple political battle; it is a destructive pretension against the plan of God .. We are not talking about a mere bill, but rather a machination of the Father of Lies that seeks to confuse and deceive the children of God.
Quantum(A Collaboration)Quantum4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ghostly sightings of bats, elusive
in the passages of wormholes,
and the portal of trees
lit by the lunar rings
in a constant curling of echoes
and the rare exchange-
seagulls drifting inland like mega spores
from the hyperbaric void
that cosmic storms leave behind,
gravitate where I kite and sing
as you seek shelter-
territorial in the telephone lines,
nuclear isomers foraging
between parked cars, while drawn
to this molecular lyric by chance
in the outback
where time stands still from the
pull of our Precambrian dance.
Mid-air, our thrall becomes a menace
to the silence of a sibling planet.
These ironic feathers fluting
from our cage of arboretums;
they have no quantum, no beginning;
notes found swirling in atomic maps
of interstellar anatomies
like ineffectual miracles.
Our winged egression into the skies
herald the chorus of our crossing
through a multiverse of vastitudes
to settle into a grume of loess,
a sandstone listening to our conversation-