| Shared with gratitude from Fred LaMotte
AN EASTER MESSAGE FROM ISSA:
How wonderful that the three great Western religions all have their most holy day now, and in one place!
And they are bombing each other. Well, the Jews and Muslims are bombing each other there in Jerusalem.
The Christians are bombing each other in Ukraine. In fact, the Christians have been bombing the whole world. Our own nation is the leading arms seller on earth.
Something has gone terribly wrong in the religion business. Explaining this is above my pay grade, so I sat an hour with Issa in the garden and asked him about it. “Surely, the religion we’ve got now is not what you intended. Please help me understand!”
So he gave me this simple message for Easter. I’m sure he won’t mind if I share it with you, and try to put the pure streaming nectar of his love into words…
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“Savor your own breath as my Holy Spirit; this is the anointing of the Christ.
While still on earth, taste each photon of your flesh as infinite light; this is my Resurrection.
Welcome all into the radiance shining from your chest; this is my Kingdom.
Crucify my otherness, glorify me as your Self; to suffer is to cling to an ever-perishing outward form.
Be risen from the tomb of the past into the garden of this moment.
I taught this simple Gospel before entering eternal samadhi as your very Presence.
What does it mean to say that I am risen, ascended to the right hand of God? It means, I have become the silent Witness within you.
Now feel my compassion as your own true nature. Have a joyful feast, share everything.
Billions of years ago, this Easter feast began, when the Breath of Creation offered the stars, the galaxies, garlands of galaxies, to her Beloved.
He witnessed her whirling in silent wonder; for he is the wonder and she is the dance.
You were her offering too, a trembling flame in the mirror of his love.
Who said that you sinned before you were born?
I say you were whole, you were divine, you were a perfect offering, when the stars first sang.
I say, you are washed in beauty with each inhalation.
Then why did our Mother, the Breath of Creation, make offerings? A hyacinth, the moon, your embryo, this tear?
So that God may taste God in every creature; for the cosmos is not an atonement, but a celebration.
Have a joyful feast. Share everything.
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