Orthodixie

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

In the Wilderness …

Doubts. Funny. On the Hill our doubts are brought on by questions. In the Garden, they are due to answers received.

Whom to trust?

The more friends we found in the Garden, the lonelier we became. They became, like the fruit, too familiar. No mystery.

For the moment, we are content in the Wilderness. Someone holds our hand. We dare not look. Afraid.

“All will be well.”

“Trust me.”

We do not look. Mystery. For now, it is good.

“Yes.”

Who spoke?

… we are on the Hill.

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

Again in the Garden …

Anger. Sometimes (do our eyes deceive us?) we seem to partake of anger by mistake. It often looks just like pride.

Since pride, we’re told, is the omnipotent remedy for all our ills — we naturally reach for it daily.

Yet anger is found within.

“It is not anger. You are a god. You are in control. The world can be yours. Taste and see ….”

The creature. We no longer see him. He just seems to accompany our thoughts, doubts, and fears.

For this we are thankful. Because, on the Hill there’s no answers … only questions. Mystery. Frustrating.

[Chomp!]

Anger? Pride? We’ve eaten too much sloth to care.

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

In the Garden …

Friends. Ah, glorious friends! How we’ve missed you! The betrayals are forgotten. Let us eat, drink, and be merry!

In the Garden are many whom we know. They have welcomed us back to paradise with open arms, a warm embrace, and sweet caresses.

Lust tastes good as we feast upon the Tree. The way we’re eating, you’d think gluttony was our end! But, alas, all the fruit is good and plenteous. Thanks be to God!

(“No.”)

For a moment, we thought we heard … a still small voice?

Must be the wine.

The homecoming is so overpowering that tomorrow we plan to eat of sloth.

Wherein St Paul encourages frequent “relations” and St Peter is known as Rocky. (It gets worse.) The new translation [sic] is called “Good as New.”

Heavens!

If snakes on trees could talk, this sounds like what they’d say …

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

Again on the Hill …

It seems that there are less people on the Hill today. More in the Garden.

We’ve stopped looking at the Tree on the Hill.

Everyone is happy, laughing, dancing in the Garden. There rings shouts of joy! In the Garden, where all is knowledge, there are no questions. The Tree is not stained with blood. There is life in the Garden.

It is familiar.

We can never get used to this Hill. It is too hard a thing for us. We were created to be in the Garden.

What awaits us here? Were we created to die?

“No.”