Seemingly illusions

More than two thousand years ago, a Man was rumored as God. Born in Bethlehem, he possessed a strange spirit acclaimed as the spirit of his Father (Isaiah 11:2). He was queer and bizarre, because he was conceived by the so-called Holy Ghost through a woman, represented as the woman Israel, which though simple and quiescent, according to stories contemplated upon by the contemplatives in the doctrines of the contemporary desert fathers, was not conceived in sin by Anna, the wife of Joachim.

This woman who bore the child I may call as Jessie, was tagged as the Immaculate Conception, and was a loving cousin of Elizabeth who coincidentally was bearing in her womb a child, who would eventually eat locust as his meal and never tasted wine. He calls Herodias an adulteress and Herod a thief of his brother’s wife.

Thousands of years after, I existed here among the new generation and was likely sinful too. But I trust God that he would help me change the course of my journey. After all, He knows the proper time for him to subdue my misery. For the meantime, I content myself in being patient with the desert period of my life.

Eventually, a spiritist identified me indwelt with spirits in my confusing condition. He heard me answer his questions lamenting about my state of marketplace. This is maybe why some mistake me a strange man and thought I was different. I’m aware that I was the common topic of students. It would not differ with teachers and a few of other more people. However, I observed that I was loved and preferred by many a couple of years ago as a return to my love for them.

My God from a distance was watching me in joyful acquaintance and hilarious moments with students. He is consistent in believing the truth about how I felt for the humanity while a bit transcendent. I am likely mistaken by people around who could not understand me feeling concern for others and being involved with their activity. It seems to me that I am misunderstood as I am merged with the cosmos. That’s why some ridiculed me, except for those who captured my cosmic appearance creating intimacy.

However in the later stage of my journey, I was displeased as I become withdrawn feeling separation from the new generation though visible as I become quiet listening to their anguish and desperation of my cocoon period with me unable to respond to their accusations as I become carnal with my choices and turned sinful in some ways. I faithfully listened to them as out of my inconsiderate silence, I made them cruel enough with their pronouncements. There I understood what indifference silence could cause with them frustrated enough to help me.

To rely to this Jessie I love was to me like nourishing the sweetest perfume. He was called in the same name by a friend of mine who is a nun, that to her, Jessie in his childhood was found preaching in the temple at an early age answering the questions of teachers and doctors. He when found by his father and mother, declared to them that He was in His Father’s House and they ought not to bother looking for him.

Here I stop, and pause, and feel sad that I don’t want to continue this writing. Who am I? I’m not different but was also an ordinary man. I did not even have my yoga powers, except that my mind was opened to some seemingly illusions because I presumed as I felt it that my chakras erupted, as my kundalini that twirled burst.

I keep talking with my fellow seminarians in Tagaytay about certain movie stars Romnick and Sheryl who as celebrities stole the scene like the contemplatives. I was told that a certain religious order were allegedly ridiculing the Franciscans of praying before a banana tree till their knees hurt. Likewise this had disturbed me and I took it seriously.

Some don’t like me talking about religious things. A certain website would likely prevent me behaving this way. So, many times I switch to love and love stories though it somehow pollutes my mind and heart. There, I can be listened. On the other hand, I enjoy writing about love though I have no brain but as they classify in the site, I have plenty of charm. Many times, my audiences are women.

But here again, we are drawing away from the story of this so-called Jessie I love, that allegedly though he is completely human yet He is also absolutely Divine. Yes, you hear it clear. He is God. In him dwells the whole fullness of the deity bodily (Colossians 2:9). He is the image of the invisible God, the first born of all creatures (Colossians 1:15). And it pleased the Father that in him all the fullness should dwell (Colossians 1:19).

Some of my friends may not be comfortable with this. But I have no choice, this is my lot: to tell about God that I may help save souls. But I’m already tired like Jesus who dispensed his listeners and rested. He is completely human for he slept in the boat. He is absolutely God for he stills the storm and walks in water. Who is this Man that even the winds and the rain, and the sea obey him? He is no other than our God.

Here, I stop again for a prayer.