May the Lord bless us all and keep us all.
May the Lord make His face to shine upon us all and be gracious unto us all.
May the Lord lift up His countenance upon us all, and grant us peace.
(after Numbers 6:24-26)
On the night of the Last Supper, Lord Jesus took bread,
And, having given you thanks, shared it, and said,
“Take, eat, all of you, each and every one of you is worthy.
This is my pure and holy, precious and sacred, material form, full of light and love,
Given for you and for many, for the forgiveness of sins.
There is no sin or harm or suffering in it,
Or which can touch it,
For it remains,
Pure and holy, pristine and sacred,
Full of love, mercy and compassion,
Even upon the cross.
For such is the Lord.
In the same way, my soul,
Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you.
In this way, your heart will remain calm and pure,
And the world will definitely be a better place.
This does not mean, subjugate yourself.
There is a lie which has been told about Me,
That I taught self-harm.
I remain the same Lord, yesterday, today and forever,
Before, during and after the crucifixion.
As Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego walked through the flames,
As Jonah and Daniel were saved,
As a mother is lifted up in childbirth,
The Nathanamavali says, Lord Jesus was in samadhi, in deep meditation, upon the cross.
I remain, the same, blissful, imperishable Lord,
Unshakeably, perfectly established in eternal Holy Communion
With the Aumen, my Heavenly Parents.
Therefore, be at peace, for I am with you always.
Therefore, be at peace, for I am with you always.
I am with every murder victim, I lift them up.
I deliver you from evil. I lift you up, out of the body of pain.
I do not require your sacrifice,
I require your mercy, and to thyself as well.
Please do not think,
The path of righteousness I have laid before thee
Is a tunnel of impossible tasks, self-denial and self-mortification.
There is no such thing required by God.
The good deeds I have given unto you to perform
Are win-win situations, each and every one of them,
In which you yourself are nourished, uplifted and transformed
As you nourish, uplift and transform others.
The narrow way, is not a path of stricture.
The road less travelled, is not a difficult ordeal.
It is, the scenic route.
Come unto Me, all ye who labour and are heavy-laden,
And I will give you rest,
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. “
After supper, He took the chalice,
And having again given You thanks,
He passed it to His friends, saying
“This is my pure and holy, precious, sweet and fragrant blood,
Given for you and for many, for the forgiveness of sins.
There is no sin, or harm or suffering in it.
It is full of love, sparkling with light, the very sap of Life itself,
Even upon the cross,
For such is the Lord.
It is this which I give thee to drink,
My Love, My Light, My Life.
The multitudinous angels who came to assist Me upon the cross, the Aumen, my Heavenly Parents
– Therefore, be at peace, for I am with you always –
Became transfigured in devotion,
To the vast and gentle, brilliant and pure white light,
Which poured forth from my Heart upon the cross
And covered all of the earth,
Nay, was seen unto the very ends of the universe,
For such is the Lord.
The Aumen sounded,
Uplifting every soul, bettering the matrix of every soul, in creation,
And faithfully rendered
By the gentle and humble, yet glorious, angels,
In song, on harp,
Lyre and flute,
Trumpet, drum and bell,
Rainmaker, didgeridoo, and Javed’s clapsticks,
Especially these,
For they were made and given,
By one who thought he had nothing to give.
The curtain of the Temple was torn in two,
That it might be known,
That the sanctum sanctorum
Is not the precinct of the holy few,
The priestly, the well-educated, the rich, the famous, the beautiful, the young,
It is the precinct of me and you.
Those with worldly acclaim come as well,
When having made money, they share their wealth,
When overcoming undue ego, they let their colleague shine,
When letting go of addiction to self-punishment, they allow true self-nourishment.
The sanctum sanctorum is the precinct,
Of the busy, tired Mums, and Dads,
The belated, beleaguered and mistreated children,
The poor, the ill, the afflicted,
Those who think they are ugly, no-one is ugly,
The abused,
The children, the elderly, the disabled, the plants, the animals,
Each other and our Mother the Earth.
Blessed in spirit are the poor, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the Earth.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called, children of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.
(Matthew 5: 7 – 10)
I cried out,
“Eloi, Eloi, lamach shavabhthani!”
“My God, My God, how Thou has showered Thy mercy upon Me!”
Therefore, be at peace.
My yoke is this: remember Me, in death’s dark vale.
My burden is this, love one another, as I have loved you.
Mahavakya, Tat tvam asi
Atha, dhyanam.
Tejasnam.
Parabhakti.
Parabrahman.
Dharma marg, prem, vishvas, shanti.
Yama, niyama.
Sri Guru, dhanya wad.
Aum, shanti, shanti, shantihi.
“Take, eat, all of you
Take, eat.”
Yoga from the Jesus Tradition in India 