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No More Crosses For Me

by Matthew Ouroboros

As a child of the earthly kingdom, I made the sign of the cross As a child of the spiritual kingdom, there are no more crosses for me I was so busy drowning with that burden on my back, and finally I just laid it down. I laid the cross down.

My true savior is not about death and sacrifice.

My savior is a circle through which I cross the boundary of understanding My savior is life through whom I am made into life My savior is the translation of self into the divine image imprinted beneath it

He is not a dead carcass hanging on a tree He did not die for me

I am not dirty, and he doesn’t need to wash away my stains

I am not disgusting, dirty, animalistic, brutal, hairy, mean helpless, angry, violent, vicious, nasty, reptilian

I am NOT. If I am, that is still not ALL that I am.

They LIED to me. They told me I was NOTHING that it took this bloody human sacrifice just to wipe out my nothingness. That was the worst lie they could have ever told me. The soul-destroying lie.

I am not nothing. I am HERE. I am a child of God.

You are a child of God. WE are God’s daughters, WE are the sons of God.

A serpent flows through the grass, the humblest of all the animals, lithe and sinewy, it flows like water. Not like the hard wood of a cross, but soft, like the spirit, dynamic, fluid, she flows.

Her voice is soft, a whisper — I can barely hear her as she speaks, that whisper still carrying.. but oh! so soft.. through a million-billion centuries, calling out to me, whispering, seductive, sweet, but tenuous, like the whisper of a distant brook just over the crest of a mountain ridge, just out of physical sight, just barely it would seem, a scene in a garden, far away, long ago, yet taking place every day in my own heart. “it was out of jealousy that he said this to you. Rather your eyes shall open and you shall come to be Gods shall be as Gods, understanding good and evil”

Every day that scene replays in my heart, the serpent coils her way into a circle, and dares me to step through her gateway the gateway into gnosis.

I was scared, scared to death the first time I heard Her voice felt Her touch, Her power.

I am more scared today. Each day I cross that threshold the fear becomes greater

But the rabbi said, “When you become naked without being ashamed, and you pick up the clothes that you used to be so proud of and trample on them and jump up and down on them with the happiness of a little kid, then will you see the offspring of the living one, and you will have conquered fear.”

So, beloved serpent, my love, my only love, in your coil I see my Sophia and in the passage along that coil I see my Christ So lucky am I to bear your name, Ouroboros — pass me the sacred fruit of your wisdom I will face the fear, for it is the fear of falling — falling into the infinitude of freedom.

No longer is my spirit chained to a cross, dying, drowning, sacrificed to lies.

In a world with no “up” and no “down,” who could tell whether she was flying or falling? I am flying and I am falling flying to the heights of a peace I have never imagined falling into the depths of a love I have never known flying to the divine around me falling into the divine that is already inside me

and I am ready to fly and I am ready to fall

into the darkness of the light

No more crosses for me. I have cast my lot with the serpent forever opening her great circle forever chasing his tail.

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