The Apotheosis of the Christ

What if Jesus never knew, what if did not know Who or What He was, what if, even unto the last, dying, He did not know, but then, at the end, at the End, at the Last Breath, at the Darkness at Noon, a Bardo–A Passing—

Not to Hell, at least not yet—though is that not an interesting twist of the tale as well–Avalokiteshvara–but to—someplace else—something else—He became More, He became It, He became All, Word. Word and Spirit.

Christ in the Bardo. The Bardo of Christ. All. Of course. Trinity. Unity. Three in One. Not just the Universe. Not just Life. Something More. A benevolence. And Idea. A structure. A form. In the formless. A form in the formless, a geometry in a union field—the fabric of the field–what can it do–wave—undulate–compress–expand–rise–fall–yearn–pull back–pull forward—so much–there was so much more—there was so much more–so much more then he ever imagined–so much of his life–suffering–being–smaller than he was—who had told him he was small–who had told him he had to be—no he was not small he was not small at all he was as large as the sky as numerous as the stars in the sky–I will make you–I will make you as numerous as the stars—so big–so big—he could feel his heart beating beating and exploding and ending and stopping–endless fireworks—explosions–crashes of light—explosions of light–where—where—pursue it—light—he rising a lightbeam—quasar—everything he had ever seen–buildings rising–wood—trees—wind—water—his mother—his father—his brothers—her, beautiful her, all that he would have done with her—he was the life he would have had—and the cold—and the dark—the void—and the suffering—a fallen bird—burying his dog—

And there it is—the Harrowing—who had he had seen die? What beloved uncle—beloved aunt—who had he failed to heal—perhaps it was his father—Joseph’s brother–what as his name? Michael? Died of a terrible wound in his stomach—some thing that could not be understood—

Two thousand years. Read the book.