The Gospel According to Judas - A Handbook on Life

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I was shown some things about thinking in scale. Some, astronomical scales, like the distance to a quasar represented as a number of light-years. (This goes somewhere, later. Just follow for now.) Let us say that there might be a model of an idea in, for instance, the form of a rather plain circle. That idea, however, might be representative of such a thing as how to raise oneself from the dead — the most astounding thing ever done by a man (a certain man, you know). Another circle, on the other hand, may be just a circle, empty of any extraneous meaning. Some figures have potence, others might be models of those models, only representing power rather than having actual power themselves. And even infinite things could be held in words, if those words had potence (for instance, the tetragrammaton: YHVH: this could hold the essence of God).

Now, let us say that the entirety of the Kingdom of Heaven could be expressed as a single yellow dot. This becomes very important, and relates to Philip K. Dick and the secret society of Christians I ended up joining, as he did. Very very important.

Dick wrote about when he started having his own visions how he was explained that the fish amulet worn by the girl delivering his meds was an ancient symbol of Christianity. Whereupon he was told in some secret voice that he were being initiated into an underground sect of secret Christians. That’s how things started for him. I got into that scene 25 years after I had my light from God experience. That was the day I later went into angel proving grounds, and eventually ended up at New York Presby. But introduced into it I was, and I was told just after my intro, by a voice: as he informed me of the society’s presence, that I were finally safe if I were to die — then, and only then, would I have been able to escape the Black Iron Prison on my death, and welcome in Paradise.

And my initiation into the secret society (different for everyone, I suppose) ended up being that I purposefully peed my pants — and actually enjoyed the experience. Do realize that that was not even close to the strangest thing I’ve ever done. For the faith, or you know, whatever… And what about that yellow dot? Walt Disney is God.