Apostle James: Fire Transformed
I failed, again and again, and gave into a hellfire temper of my own, but each time I got up, returned to the miracle
that had been granted me, and let it carry me through.
Ann: Apostle James, is that you?
Apostle James: Yes, but check with your guides. I can be a bit of a wild card, you know.
Ann: Jesus, is this James?
Jesus: Yes indeed, and coming to you in his inimitable fashion. He has something very timely to offer.
Ann: James? Is that what I should call you?
James: Well, yes, that is the name I went by in the incarnation that you are cuing into. Not of course that actual word or pronunciation as the language was quite different, but that will do for now.
Ann: Not Jim or Jimmy?
James: Please. Have a little respect.
Ann: Well, I do, of course, but I am getting the sense that you were something of a cut up.
James: You might put it that way. Alternatively, you could say that I was a criminal, certainly I was a hothead. I came to Jesus with my brother John, the good son. I had already been in lots of trouble and, speaking of respect, had very little for those around me. In short, I was a deeply angry and unhappy young man.
All around me I saw corruption and greed. Those without power were slammed into the muck without a second thought. We were simply expendable. Truth to tell, I had the makings of a suicide bomber. Without intervention I would have gone the way of the lost souls you see on the news today blowing themselves up and everyone else around them in an agony of frustration and despair.
But Jesus was also a part of my world. In some ways we grew up together. Our families were known to each other and our cousins were of an age to have known him growing up. I was younger and came to know him when he came back from his travels.
There was a light around him. I cannot describe it. It was pure, it was not angry even though he too saw and suffered for the poverty and powerlessness that had put our people into a pit of hopelessness.
It was his light that drew me and that gradually drew out of me the poison of self-absorption that had shrouded my vision until I was so laser focused on my own misery that I could not see further.
I don’t know how to describe him. He didn’t preen or posture. He didn’t swan around with great tales of glory and inspiration to come with his world view. He simply lived what you would now call his authentic self. He was. That is the best I can say it. He was.
It was that essential presence that allowed me to begin to find my own center, my heart and my divine purpose. He was our lodestar. He wasn’t perfect, he had a temper and could cut you off at the knees with that tongue of his, but he was clean. His energy was pure, direct from the source of creation, and he saw, as we did not, what was needed to redeem the human condition.
And so I followed him. I don’t mean to say that I tried to become him, just that I saw through his eyes who I really was and tried to live up to that increasingly clear vision. I did my best, that is all any of you can do. Even so, I failed, again and again, and gave into a hellfire temper of my own, but each time I got up, returned to the miracle that had been granted me, and let it carry me through.
I say to each of you, receive the light from the purest source available to you, and let it illuminate your being so that you see clearly your own essence and your mission on the planet at this time. Then don’t hesitate, and get up every time you falter.
Follow. It will be your salvation as it was mine.
April 18, 2023
Rune Jera ᛃ: Harvest, the good year, the cyclical nature of ever becoming. Edred Thorsson, Fudhark, A Handbook of Rune Magic, 1984.
James and his younger brother, St. John the Apostle, are designated Boanerges (from the Greek boanerges), or “Sons of Thunder” ..., perhaps because of their characteristic fiery zeal. Britannica.
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