“He descended into Hell. On the Third Day, He rose again, in fulfillment of the Scriptures.”
For many Catholics, and Christians alike, the above passage is a part of the Christ myth that gets very little attention. Perhaps because it is part of a long, monotonous list of beliefs called a Creed, whose droning sound echoes throughout cathedral sound chambers designed to magnify the smallest whisper, and inculcate a state of theta receptivity, that this belief should go unexamined for so long.
Perhaps it is because there was no one there to truly witness what happened.
That would be wrong to state that, though. I, Arthur Danu, AM witness to the events of those three days in Hell. And since we are in the midst of The Apocalypse, I see no better time than now to break the long held wall of silence guarded by the death and skullduggery of Masons who have strayed far away from the True Craft.
Beaten and bruised to a bloody pulp, drained of most of his blood, Jesus grasped hard to regain his composure after crying out that God had abandoned him. He needed to remember, just one more time, WHY he found himself in the gruesome situation at the edge of the Roman Empire and all of Eternity, spit upon by Jews and Gentiles alike, mocked in derision and scorn, dying a socially shameful death between two thieves.
Like a true Master of his Soul, he focused hard and remembered the JOY that made him wealthy. His death was an INITIATION, nothing more. He had known, and seen and WORKED with the INVISIBLE during his entire public ministry, and in the private years of study and courage beforehand, where he learned to risk his life for the PEARL of GREAT PRICE.
His Father was a God of ABUNDANCE. His House was a Room filled with MANY MANSIONS. What is ONE LIFE, to the King who HAS IT ALL? He was NOW that king!
“It is finished!” He said. And so it was!
Light slipped into Darkness. He descended into Hell. Curtains were torn in the Temple and a few Republicans hugged a few Democrats. The print and publishing industry was very excited to have a new holiday to market and produce greeting cards. Parents everywhere groaned at the new expenses these holidays would drain from the family budget. Kids rightfully rejoiced at any excuse to have a holiday from school.
Down in the Darkness of Hell, Jesus waited. He saw a light tunnel off to the distance, with some Grey Aliens pretending to be his family members, inviting him into another round of suffering in the random chance game of karmic craps. Jesus smartly passed. As Christ, he knew there were better offers coming to Him.
A friendly, sensuous hand slipped in front of Jesus and offered him a pomegranate. This fruit of the Dead, given to him by a Queen of The Dead, Persephone Herself, was an offer He was smart enough not to refuse.
Immediately, the pain and the torturous echoes of the maddening death by crucifixion was leaving his Divine awareness. He had managed to hold on to his principle of non-violent loving action in the service of Truth. He had walked his talk. He had cast his spell upon the Earth and it was now forever changed, as it always had been, by LOVE.
Forevermore, the Earth would renew His vision of godly love, because like all visions of godly love, there is a passionate embrace for the living Earth and the sacred feminine that nurtures divine dream into reality,
“Daddy Cool says you can have whatever life you want to live. As many times as you want. They will all be filled with JOY because of what you did in your life as The Christ!” Persephone broke the news with the same joy that takes Her when she makes arrangements for her trip to the Upper World. In human terms, that’s more excitement than getting a refund check of stolen money from the IRS.
A few ideas for fun living immediately manifested in his mind, and he built rooms out for them in his imagination. One of them is about the great Grail King of legend, Arthur Pendragon, now Danu, yours truly.
The other was about an American high school teacher who falls in love with a hot, magical, Faery Queen who just happens to be from Russia. It’s a fun story of how the Second Cold War gets averted just in the nick of time and humanity moves forward into its future with joy instead of terror,
Juiced up by the ecstasy of pomegranate and an his now AFFIRMED immortality, Jesus tried out the body of his future life and summoned Satan into his presence.
“Well done, Chief Adversary! That’s quite a convincing spectacle you put on up there in Earth! In earlier times, your challenges were friendlier. Now that you’ve got people believing and worshiping in that one-god nonsense, it tends to get pretty vicious when you get lost in the illusion.”
Satan shifted into the sexy form of Persephone once again, grabbing Jesus by his junk and leading him out to the center of a raging disco dance floor. Rasputin leaped out from the shadows, smelling the scent of sex rising from the loins of nymphs and satyrs alike.
Christ just died! Party time!
Christ is Rising…and he’s packing heat! Party time!
Christ will most certainly cum again! Party Time!
With Rasputin’s vodka-laced invocation complete, the funky strains of Boney M blared and shook the halls of Pluto’s Disco Inferno! He would be extremely jealous of anyone else trying to grab the ass of his semi-annual lover, but watching Persephone being sandwiched between Rasputin and Jesus was a sight that other immortals would be hard pressed to believe.
Dancing in Joy and Truth, Christ Jesus literally burned away the sins of the world and set his heart to peace. It took three days because each day is danced with one of his different sisters. When Joy is reached, Anubis measures the heart against the evidence of the Past, Present and Future.
Being lighter than a feather, He ascended into Heaven, though that’s an odd name to call Jersey City. Glastonbury at least sounded like it was in a high rent district.
Those two lives and more, our resurrected Christ did explore!
Want to know more? For Sure?
Knock on the only Door.
The one that says “Truth”.
Open it with Trust.