I thought a lot about suffering and biblical stories and comparisons. I have had many puncture wounds with the biopsies. My left hand specifically has PTSD from blood draw punctures, and both have had their share of the drama. There has been a lot of Crucifixion in my human story recently.
What was the message being portrayed by Jesus becoming the Christ? How can we use our own pain and suffering the same way? How does “resurrection” factor in? I am looking at myself, and everyone will journey individually.
Since spiritual evolution is the hardest thing in the world to put into words, I can only make a vague attempt. There is a lifting of fear. No real fear of death. No looking forward or back. No real worries about end results, death or life; everything will be right. It might seem crazy to believe. I see it as the first stage in resurrection.
Jesus went up that mountain to meditate and connect with the Eternal truth, to get the power to endure his death from the human realm. He knew it would be hard. He knew it would be of benefit to many. That’s what I would hope and dream my life and death would be, something that somehow brought love, beauty, and inspiration. Right now, the sun is rising in radiant red behind the mountain peaks outside my window. It speaks everything without a single word.