Palm Sunday

“The images are manifest to man, but the light in them remains concealed in the image of the light of the Father.”

– Gospel of Thomas

This is the day of the declaration of the light, in mindful provocation – in outright defiant challenge – of archonic Authority. This is the day of knowing who we are, and wherein we have been cast; the day of Identity and Identification.

We each of us today cease to conceal our light, knowing that we are a beacon guiding our enemies – the multitude that is our attachment, our jealousies, our petty preoccupations – to the inevitable destruction of what we know as our lives. The Light of Sophia encourages us, literally gives us the heart to step forward into our identity.

Do we need laurels for this? Do we need medals and diplomas and corporate helicopters to speed us to a satellite-fed press conference? No, we need our humility, our simplicity. We ride into the welcoming throng of Jerusalem on an ass.

The donkey is our everyday self: it is this which transports the Christ-in-us forward into the City of Wholeness, ירושלים. The pedestrian nature of the vessel in no way diminishes the Divinity of the wine.

This is our hour; they will have theirs. Soon there will be a surge in the tide of darkness, and all our hope will be undone; our lives and selves are to be flensed away by overwhelming archonic force. But like Aslan on the stone table, bound beneath the gloating, murderous Jadis, we may yet have a surprise in store, mightn't we?

For contemporary Gnostics, the symbolism of the palm has added significance...

The Gnostics believed in two temporal ages: the first or present evil; the second or future benign. The first age was the Age of Iron. It is represented by a Black Iron Prison. It ended in August 1974 and was replaced by the Age of Gold, which is represented by a Palm Tree Garden.

– Philip K. Dick, Tractates Cryptica Scriptura

Posting will be light over Holy Week as I prepare for conclave at St. Joe's. Blessings.