12. Wandering Through the Battlefield

All night long I hovered close to a window in the dome to catch the first ray of sunrise. In the night, the mosaics of seraphim encircling the enthroned Christ came alive. I saw them fluttering their wings and taking turns flying around the sanctuary and then filing neatly back into place. Christ smiled watching them. From time to time, He would stretched His legs by standing up and walking around the base perimeter of the dome. He looked like He was concentrating, or listening to something. I didn't dare speak to Him. By sunrise He was back in His mosaic ruling over heaven and earth from His throne.

At the break of day, I flew up to His face to ask permission to leave the Cathedral and to ask Him where I should go.

"Follow My Bride, the Church. Go to wherever She may be found in the world, however, do not go in a church building. Return here to celebrate the Feast of the Archangels. You will like that. Now begone!"

I looked around for Poppy to say good-bye, but she was nowhere to be found. What a strange little angel she is.

I had a deep desire to know what day of the week it was and looked around for someone to ask. The absence of any angels or spirits put me in a quandary. I felt that I could not leave until I had my bearings, and I could not know where I stood without first knowing which day of the Holy Week I was in. What had happened to me that Time could have become so important?

I had an idea; I went down to the priest's office. Luckily, he was there sitting at his great mahogany desk. Richly painted icons of saints decorated his walls. My plan was to wait and watch for him to schedule a meeting or a sacrament. It didn't take long. His calendar opened on the screen with a big red circle around the day. Ha! Wednesday, October 30th. The day when God looked away to create the sun and moon and stars, and when Jesus Christ was betrayed by His disciple. Okay, that helped. Now to seek the Bride away from Her church buildings.

Where would I find Her? If She is human, I thought, then She must be eating and drinking and working for pay. I would go to a restaurant! As I was flying around the busy city, it occurred to me that my mission would not be so easy. There were dozens of eating establishments. As I flew through one after another, no one looked dismayed by the betrayal, nor could I tell who was abstaining from any kind of desirable food. Hamburgers, chewy cheesy pizzas, wine and beer complemented mini-parties at every table. I decided that perhaps the restaurant was not the best place to find Her.

From the restaurant scene I flew into busy shopping malls, and into court rooms, and grocery stores, but I simply could not discern the Bride anywhere. I wanted desperately to go into a church, but I didn't dare disobey. Nearly in despair, I went to the river to think and pray.

Sitting on a small desolate island at the edge of the river, I prayed, "Lord, this world is full of human beings in all shapes and sizes and ages, but no one seems to be aware of Your Bride's Holy Week.

If Your Bride is out here at all, help me find Her, please! She who is Your Body, the flesh of Your Flesh and bone of Your Bones must exist in this Your creation. And yet, no one looks glum because of Your betrayal. What should I do?"

At that moment I spotted a fellow angel wearing the form of a tall muscular man jogging toward my island. I knew he was no ordinary man because he jogged on ground and water as if they were the same. I waited for his approach to see if he had the answer for me.

"Good day, my friend. Danielus is my name. You have not been on earth long I see."

I replied with my burning question, "Where can I find the little gods who are aware of the Bride's week?"

"Oh my friend!" He exclaimed with deep compassion. "The spirit of the Bride covers the Earth within a wide variety of humans. For the most part, these little gods are attached to the spiral of nature's time rather than walking around the timeless flat circle of the Bride's year.

The risk of living on the spiral instead of the circle is that the little god could fall off. Most of the Bride's beings, or little gods as you call them do not experience the betrayal on Wednesday, nor the crucifixion on Friday. They are too high and far away from the event. Being fixed in time they think the Bride's Holy Week occurred two thousands years ago, and is commemorated once a year, whereas these cataclysmic events are actually happening now. They are remembering because they are looking back instead of experiencing. The problem with remembering is that it is easy to forget. The Bride asks Her children to abstain from animal foods to keep them aware that major events in Christ's life are happening now."

"Then how can I find the Bride out here?"

Danielus replied, "The Bride is human and divine. She inhabits bodies and buildings. Rarely does one find those who are keenly aware of the mystical flat circle of the Bride's year. I encourage you to seek them out, but don't become discouraged, they are few. Most little gods cling to the spiral but nevertheless are flesh of Christ's flesh and bones of His bones.

How ironic! You pretend to disdain time and matter, and yet you look to them to find the lovely spirit of the Bride. Blind yourself so you may see Her. I must go now, I am on river patrol. I sense someone is in trouble. Farewell. When we meet again, you must be sure to tell me how you found Her out here."

And with that Danielus jogged away from me.

I sensed that he was right. I had to stop seeing in order to find the Spirit of the Bride away from the church building.

No one had bothered to tell me about Halloween. Back in the city streets I ran into goblins and ghosts everywhere! I even saw many of the devil's children walking around as unashamed as bats in the night. Lucifer was having a field day with it all. What had the world suddenly come to?

"God!" I screamed as loud as I could. "Come here at once and do something about this!!!"

A voice spoke to me and it said. Close your eyes!

I obeyed to find myself in a great swirl of quantum matter. There were fields and subatomic particles that formed webs upon webs of relationships with common purposes. Light and dark hues in a myriad of colors formed patterns from these relationships. The life force was feeding on streams of new information, of knowledge generated by God.

And then I saw the Bride in battle with the armies of Lucifer. The great divider was cutting through the fields and particles and the webs of relationships, even the Bride's networks, to cause canyons of hostility; explosions in the canyons erupted, raining hot caustic debris that fell and burned everything in the path of its descent.

The Bride was losing ground. Her system of order and reason was being challenged from every side. Her forces were strong and vibrant but disparate. They pulled from the past, and from the present but couldn't seem to gain ground. I thought that She would be completely consumed by the divider and by the burning debris until the weakness of the divider suddenly became apparent to me.

I don't know if I was on the spiral of time or on the flat circle of the mystical year, but I perceived the canyons of hostilities shrink. Voids created by death and destruction were filling with particles of luminous consciousness and I could see that the battle was unsustainable.

The webs of relationships that formed the armies of the Bride, even though they looked so small were stable and flat and strong; oh so strong. The spiral upon which Her wandering children had perched was collapsing. With the collapse, Her powerful flat circle grew thicker and thicker and wider and wider and stronger and stronger beginning and ending with Sunday.

When my sight returned to me, it brought with it the realization that Jesus Christ's resurrection on Easter Sunday created the mystical year of the Bride by repairing the road to immortality. Without death and without darkness time cannot exist as it does on earth, on the spiral of time.

The flat circle of the year begins to transform time to prepare the gods for that immortal life. Time was made on the Sunday of creation, and time was transformed on Easter Sunday, the beginning of the new creation.

I have heard it said that Christ conquered death by death, but I now saw how death included the Pharisees' fear of the Romans, like the fear of any soul of its secular government, and that death included the misunderstanding of Jewish Pharisees and Sadducees and priests of their God. The spirit of the law won and the angels rejoiced.

I saw every particle of faith in God radiate like the sun. I saw that His power to create and sustain life with incrementally expanding knowledge was a living particle, and that the goblins and demons of doubt, of undisciplined time-traveling, of doubting departure from the Bride became a vacuum, a sort of black hole into which death itself would fall until it existed no more anywhere in the universe.

The voice that told me to close my eyes said, "The divider will continue until he ultimately divides himself from himself and is no more."

If there is one foundational week, Creation week become Holy Week, echoed by the hundreds of thousands that have followed, then there is only one day of that week that rises heads above the other six. It is the first one in which time both began and ended, Sunday, the Lord's day. God keeps the light and tosses the darkness, and time is no more. Now we can all rest.

43. Easter Sunday - Pascha

The Archangel Gabriel came to fetch Jesus and me as we were snoozing on Cloud 9 and called out, "Come Lord, the day of rest is soon over and you must go back into your body!"

"Oh, no no no" I said speaking for the Christ. "That body stuff is over. Jesus did His job, and He did it well. He went to earth, lived a human life, died, reached the Tree of Life, unlocked the gate of Hades, preached the good news, and let everyone out. Now humans can be as immortal as me. Done! Finito! Capput! We are going home, cha cha cha!"

Jesus smiled to Gabriel and nodded at me as if to apologize for my stupidity, which I deeply resented. Then He looked at me from deep within His bottomless well of kindness and said, "There are still four more months in my Bride's mystical year angel, you wouldn't want to cheat My Bride would you?"

With that, I took a deep breath of fresh clean air, and said, "Okay, let me try that again. Why do we have...why does Jesus have to go back to earth. Weren't those people mean enough to Him?"

Gabriel replied patiently, "He must return for the students, the disciples, and all those who believe that He is the Son of God. Jesus needs to prove to them that He conquered death, not just by freeing prisoners of Hades, but also by becoming resurrected."

After a pause to make sure I understood, Gabriel continued, "Jesus had to bite His tongue when on the cross He heard them say, 'He saved others, now let us see Him save Himself.' The fact of the matter is, angel, that His resurrection will be His response! Jesus didn't just jump off the cross and run away, He returned from death, by the power of God."

Gabriel continued long after he convinced me, "Many people have returned from being dead, but they returned with mortal bodies. Jesus will return with an immortal body. He will show humankind the value and power of trust and obedience to God the Father. If only Adam and Eve had trusted Him, but it had to happen this way. If not Eve, someone would have succumb to the wiles of satan."

When given a chance to get a word in, I responded, "Personally I don't believe that one must have a body to be alive, but I see your many points. The humans want Him back, they need Him back. I don't blame them. Let's go."

Jesus, Gabriel and I arrived at the tomb in the deepest darkness before the dawn. A sleeping guard lay on the ground in a fetal position to the right of the entrance of the tomb. Gabriel looked over at me and then at Jesus as if sizing us up and asked, "Who will roll this rock away?"

Jesus looked at Gabriel and then at me and replied, "I see that this is a man's job." so He walked right through the rock and reentered His fragrant body. Pushing the rock out was not as hard as pulling it from the outside would have been. The snoring guard slept through the whole event.

Huffing and puffing, Jesus seemed to be a bit out of shape, which, considering what He just went through was perfectly understandable. Then He looked up at Gabriel and said, "Could I have a different body? This one is in bad shape."

Gabriel replied, "Okay, come here; let's see of we can refashion this one." Jesus drew near and Gabriel wafted his huge right wing over Jesus's frail body and lickety split He looked different, and yet it was the same body and certainly the same Spirit. "How's that?" asked Gabriel?

"I feel great, but I am hungry! Let's go over to Galilee and get some fish!" exclaimed Jesus, and then looking over at me, He said. "Angel, you wait here for the ladies who will come to annoint Me. Tell them to tell my students to meet me in Galilee. By the way angel, make yourself visible, okay?" With that Jesus and Gabriel rushed off and abandoned me. I sat on the marble tombstone and thought and thought about how to materialize. I knew I didn't have much time because the ladies would come soon to anoint Jesus again. After fretting about my predicament, I suddenly realized that this was God's problem more than mine, so I prayed. "Heavenly Father, please let me materialize so I can announce to the women that Jesus is alive."

Before the last word came out of my heart, there I was all shiny with a long white robe! Just at that moment I heard the ladies approaching the tomb, so I sat up straight and looked like I was expecting them. I heard one woman say, "Who will roll away the stone from the door of the tomb for us?"

Then I heard three loud gasps. When the ladies entered my tomb, I could tell that they were terrified so I tried to calm them down by saying, "Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified." Three wide-eyed heads bobbed up and down with shoulders up to their ears. I continued calmly, "He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him. But go, tell His disciples - and Peter- that He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him, as He said to you."

The three ladies left me quickly and fled the tomb, trembling with fear and amazement. I was sorry to see them go. My part was so short. I waited for others to show up so I could give a repeat performance, but felt myself fading fast, and no one else came looking for Jesus anyway.

Sitting there alone again, I perceived in my soul thousands and millions of white candles lit beneath beaming faces and chanting in unison, 'Christ is risen from the dead, and by His death He has trampled down death and to those in the tombs He has granted life." They chanted it in every language imaginable and they chanted the same words over and over and over again, throughout millennia in a symphonic roar.

Back to my normal angelic self, I flew over to catch up with Jesus and Gabriel who were easy to find for their magnetism. Jesus decided that it was time to appear to his friends so He chose Mary Magdalene to be first. Mary cried with joy and wanted to hug Him, but Jesus wouldn't let her and gave her the honor of announcing His resurrection to His disciples. Off she went to find them still mourning and weeping His crucifixion, but they didn't believe her.

After that Jesus appeared in another form to two of His disciples as they were walking in the country. And they went and told the others but no one believed them either."

To bring an end to all of this disbelief, Jesus showed up at their dinner table where He found them all together. He yelled at them for their unbelief and hardness of heart. After all, He had even told them that He would rise again. It was an emotionally chaotic reunion with shouts and tears of joy, but no hugs. We were in the same room as His last supper. I wasn't sure if it was really happening or if I was experiencing echoes of the last time I was in the room, but as I was sitting there watching the chaotic reunion, I perceived long lines of people receiving His body and blood from golden chalices while holding the white candles. Each person who pro ached the golden chalice held his or her mouth open to be fed, looking exhausted but radiant. Millions of others waited patiently in line.

The Bride and Her Bridegroom were both alive and well on earth in a mystical dance with time, rejoicing and victorious. Satan's three days of victory between the arrest and the crucifixion were trumped by Christ's masterful forging through the flaming swords to The Tree of Everlasting Pure and Sacred Life with God.

Even I felt myself happy and beaming. It was as if all of heaven had come to visit us on earth for the first time since Adam and Eve had been evicted for not trusting that God knew what was best for them. On this day I learned that love is most certainly more powerful than evil with its million ugly faces. The consequences had been devastating for humankind and indeed for all of creation. Today Jesus cleared a narrow, but open path to the Tree of Life, to immortality, to life with God for His Bride who contains in Her bosom every man woman and child of every race and nation who hears Her call and answers. "Here I am Lord, take me."

With immortality in its midst, this planet is not as corrupted by time and matter as I had thought. Not that I want to stay here forever, but it is not a bad vacation spot, after all.