On The Road, The Lessons Continue

Confusion abounds in this world, especially when it comes to having faith in a greater power. It’s understandable, I must say. Great arsons, such as the fire at the library in Alexandria in 48 BC, have been a big part of human history. Our knowledge is controlled.

It’s usually the same story. Someone in power wants to enslave us, so they control the stories from the past that may give us a bit of insight to our situation. Many of us are eager to get on the road toward wisdom, but the map is behind a locked case.

There are private libraries closed off to us. There is a vast library housed by the Roman Catholic Church in the Vatican of books it confiscated in its quest to control its spread of religion. Did you know the Catholic Church was not the first existence of Christianity? In fact, the church made it a practice to fold prior existing forms of faith into its own history. The Cathars come to mind as one group of Christians who were massacred during the Inquisition because they wouldn’t join the church. Most of us have no clue about the knowledge confiscated in the name of Christianity that the “church fathers” have locked behind closed doors in their quest to control the knowledge we can access.

In 1945, however, an amazing find was discovered in a small desert town near the Dead Sea. The Nag Hammadi library in Qumran in the West Bank, also known as the Dead Sea Scrolls, is a collection of 972 ancient Hebrew texts and sectarian manuscripts that had been buried safely away from the Roman troops who destroyed Jerusalem in 70 A.D. Since the advent of the internet, many of the translations of those texts have led to the re-evaluation of early Christian history and the role Gnosticism played.

My favorite “newly rediscovered” biblical text is the Book of Enoch, totally left out of all biblical text in the modern day. One of the texts “rediscovered” in the Qumran caves, it was actually never lost to some. It has long been used in the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Church as an inspired document written by Enoch himself. They believe the first sentence of the Book of Enoch is the first and oldest sentence written in any human language:

“Word of blessing of Henok, wherewith he blessed the chosen and righteous who would be alive in the day of tribulation for the removal of all wrongdoers and backsliders.”

Although the Book of Enoch does not appear in either the Old or New Testaments of the Christian Bible, Enoch is mentioned a few times, one particular time in Jude 1: 14-15.

“And Enoch also, the seventh from Adam, prophesied of these, saying, Behold, the Lord cometh with ten thousands of his saints, To execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have ungodly committed, and of all their hard speeches which ungodly sinners have spoken against him.”

The book goes on to talk about what Enoch says is the beginning of mankind, including stories of the Fallen Angels and the giants who lived in those days before and after Noah’s flood, as Genesis 6 recounts in the Old Testament of the Christian bible. (* on a side note, since leaving the real world behind during the summer of 2014, I have rediscovered my love of reading. I can’t believe I lived so long without knowing about the knowledge I have been finding!)

I think more of us need to seek out these formerly “lost” documents that cast another light on the Christianity we claim to follow. I’ve mentioned in this blog before that the man we know as Jesus was an Essene and, thus, a vegetarian, but did you also know his name was not Jesus? It was Yeshua.

I used to blame my Catholic faith for keeping me from reading the Bible. It just wasn’t something that we would do. Why read, after all, when a priest can give us a summary every Sunday? The fault in my childhood was mine, though. I can’t blame them for my own laziness.

There is a truth in my original beliefs, here. Knowledge has been hidden from us. How can we be expected to truly understand the Father if we are not fully understanding the Son?

“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” (KJV John 14:6

Many Christians proclaim this verse from the rooftops and on bumper stickers, but do they really understand what Yeshua meant? They say they are saved by His sacrifice, but I wonder if that’s just another misrepresentation given to a people who are more than willing to sit back and let ourselves be saved.

When someone claims that his faith in Jesus will save him on Judgment Day, and yet this person continues to shove the unclean meats of bacon and bar-b-q ribs into his stomach, and ignores the homeless man begging for a dollar to help him deal with his own lot in life, I have to wonder if Yeshua’s promise will be enough.

I am not judging here, my friends. We live in a crazy world where we barely have time to study after we enter the work force. We are fed lies we believe are truths despite what we experience or we think we see, and we believe those lies because we didn’t spend more time in college studying those topics or because “our politicians must have better knowledge than we have.”

I believe there is more to this “being saved” than the belief that the Creator knows our hearts. We need to reevaluate our lives and step away from what brings us down. In this reality, we are being Created into a perfection of our own. We are a work in progress.

School never ended. We are working to get that graduate degree in the eternal world into which our soul was born. One day, we may all have the ability to graduate as Yeshua did. That, I believe, is what His sacrifice is all about.

So, as I study, I reevaluate my life and change things that weren’t working. Once I understood my goal is to return to my Eternal Father’s house, the knowledge I get falls into place. I now have a map.

I am still human. I make mistakes, but it’s getting easier to get back on the road and continue my journey.

Peace and Love, my friends.

The Dragonfly’s Student

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