Fwd: Judas Tonight
Now I forward a posting I made a year and a half ago during Holy Week
2006. Finally, with the discovery of the lost Gospel of Judas, our boy
is getting his due as the Disciple who loved Jesus the most, and
certainly was the most highly initiated of all the other eleven dolts.
Greater love hath no man than he, Judas, who laid down his life for
his Friend by betraying him. Since Judas is the Scorpio apostle, you
can't knock betrayal and deconstruction. There would have been no
Mystery of Golgotha without the Betrayal. Check out my Elizabethan
sonnet at the end. I wrote it 20 years ago. The couplet still holds.
Father Tom, Judas Priest
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Today is Holy Thursday, called Maundy Thursday in the Catholic
tradition --- Maundy from the Latin word for "commandment," as in the
Last Supper statement: "This commandment I give to you: love one
another as I have loved you."
It is also the night of Judas' betrayal and tonight on your local
National Geographic cable channel, you can watch their Gospel of
Judas program, a 2-hour special, since they financed the translation
and release of the document. Check here:
In the light or is it darkness? (hard to tell the difference when
you're clinging to a "death-raft" bobbing in the Neo-Manichaean
stream) -- of these new discoveries, Gnostic revelations, and the
focus on da Vinci's painting of the Last Supper --- the central icon
of the da Vinci Code movie coming out -- I'd like to post my sonnet
from 1987 about Judas and Jesus, called "Gethsemane Necessity."
(Don't forget Rudolf Steiner's indications that Judas Iscariot
reincarnated as St. Augustine, and then Leonardo da Vinci.)
When Jesus Christ was in Gethsemane,
awaiting love's most fateful human kiss,
He wondered if a greater enemy
would tempt him into everlasting bliss.
The scorpions of every desert rock
began to dance with claustrophobic grace.
Forlorn, a sheep had wandered from its flock.
Its shepherd disappeared without a trace.
The moment of the emptiness of time
approached, and spread its bat-like wings
across the earth, to celebrate the crime.
In secret, Judas loved this King of Kings.
Without a word, the Old gave way to New.
Without the false, the Word could not be true.
from "Post-Existential Sonnets," (Folio I)
by Tom Mellett © 1987
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