This morning many are celebrating the Feast of Christmas—or the day that celebrates the incarnation of the True Light of the Unborn into the world. Within Christendom, the Christmas synoptic gospel accounts tell the tale of the birth of the Christ-Child; yet on Christmas morning itself there’s another narrative from a separate gospel—one that stands like a lone brilliant star apart from the synoptic-tradition, and that is the Gnostic Gospel Of John. Those infancy-narratives from the synoptic gospels of Matthew and Luke are in actuality pure-myth; they are derived from many such mythic-accounts of the birth of an anointed-one in many diverse cultures—all coinciding to project the realization of the birth of a Pure-Child of Light (Christos) that is devoid of darkness of the saha-world; they also occur in regular fashion at this time of year when, after the Winter Solstice, the slow return of the Light begins. Christmas is just a façade; a dim-spectacle, bracketed by the domain of a dominant western-cultural milieu, that points to the Greater Light and Reality prior to it all. The Gnostic-Account from John is no myth, but rather a Self-Revelation of Divine Light ITself. It’s a wonder that John’s Gospel survived the purge of all Gnostic texts perpetrated by the materialistic, exoteric-church. Yet, the Truth contained within it could not be eradicated. You can imprison men’s minds, but you cannot imprison the Truth—you cannot imprison Light Itself. This past month we’ve been considering the Zen Teaching of Huang Po and the One, Unborn Buddha Mind. The following is the Spirit behind those teachings; it is from the unparalleled opening of that Gnostic Gospel, paraphrased in intuitive fashion that reveals the True Taste of that One Mind that Alone is worthy of praise:
Mind the Unborn
In the Beginning was Mind; and Mind was with the Unborn.
So Mind was Unborn. This was in Beginningless fashion within the Unborn.
All kept coming into manifestation through IT; and apart from IT no-thing was self-existent.
Whatever shined into temporal-continuum in IT was Life; and Life was the Unborn Light that animated the hearts of sentient beings.
And the Unborn Light shined-on in the Darkness; and the Darkness did not imprison IT.
IT was the True Light, which enlightens every mind born of Bodhi.
IT was in the world; and the world kept coming into manifestation through IT.
Yet the world did not know IT. IT came into Its own; yet many were not awakened by ITs own Undivided Bodhipower.
As many that Recollected IT, to them IT gave the [bodhi] power to become bodhi-children of the Unborn.
To those who have Faith and Logos in ITs perfect-stature are brought into ITs own deathless-suchness; born not by blood, but by Imageless Unborn Light.
None of this out of defiled-sensate yearnings, but from the Very mouth of the Wordless-Unborn.
So Mind became enfleshed and tabernacled in us.
Behold ITs Glory—the only Un-begotten Glory of the Self-Same Unborn Father.