The Two Trees (28 of 33)

[Meditations are intended to be read sequentially, from 1 to 33.]

Again on the Hill …

“He did not die.”

It was but a voice, a thought. One not invited, but present nonetheless.

Of course he died … we’ve seen it. We continue to see it. It is somehow connected with love. Love for us.

“It is a lie. He did not die. It is a myth. In fact, he never even lived. It is wishful thinking. Nothing more.”

For days now, these thoughts — little demons, they are — have been on attack. At the same time, we’ve discovered that if we do not wish to stay,he does NOT die. Well, not exactly …

We’ve discovered that when we say, “Lord I want to stay here always” — he says, “I love you,” and dies.

However, if we simply gaze upon his loving death on the Tree, we are filled with awe and wonder. We are filled.

Then, if we say, “Lord, I want to follow,” the scene is transfigured. The Tree is replaced by an Empty Cave.

It is then that the little demons attack, just as we prepare to take our first step forward toward the new image.

“He died. He never lived. He died. He never lived. He died ….”