Saturday 11th April, I feel im at church all day, recognise its the same spirit in all churches, right there in the room for me. Across the day I identify the presence of Christ, compelling restraint, which inspired an alchemy of “a drab Sunday hour” stretched over the day, into a presence that I now know to revere and make peace with. Gone, went the boredom, calm and discipline, instead, developed. I spent a week in my room, as my private cathedral, and my roots sunk right to the ancient wellspring of the most rich of the branches, Eastern Orthodxy. By the 7th and 8th day of the Sunday spell I was going through, I turned to Christs mother, and by far, she seemed so radiant and the energy so strong, any more would have overwhelmed me. But if God the Father does not give his servants souls more than they can bear, neither will the Son’s mother. Grace, deep happiness and the Holy love rose up through my inside, up and outward, to his mother. I solidified the idea: well, of course. Christ clearly held his Mother in the highest state of esteem, blessings, and reverence. There’s not conflict at this notion, no friction, and certainly no dispute inside me that in my encounter with Her presence, seemed to be such a high exaltation, that in emulating Christ (the most noble Christian goal and priority), should I not love Mary as Jesus Christ, Son fo God, most certainly did? That’s rhetorical. Because of faith and experience, the left foot and right foot of an excursion through the unseen world of Holy faith. And I expect no-one to “knock the Gnostic” out of me. The world and I agree, my deeper layers of faith are to give, report on, and to receive insight. Stories of faith and experiences jotted, moments and figures and so-on, revealed, to me. I do not need converts, an attentive and discerning nature is the only tools you need bring to my faith, which has always been private, even when populated by guests. Come by your own will to my Church, I will not ask you to believe, but only respect enough, we don’t battle over my right and left feet that took me through my gnosis, to proof for me, with my faith in all of it, remains sure, steady, and intact.
Update 22/04/26: I learn that Saturday is The Great and Holy Saturday, remembering Christ’s descent and victory over Hades.
Holy, holy, holy, for this, be blessed. Praise, where praise where due: to Christ our God, His Mother, and in the presence of all Heaven Almighty, Praise the Risen Lord. Amen
The Humble Rock Dove 