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Judas Is No Traitor in Long-Lost Gospel - Los Angeles Times:

Long Lost gospel of Judas to be published


How surprised was I to find out the long lost gospel of Judas, was discovered in 1970. 19-frikken-70! What's been the hold up? It was written in Coptic, a common ancient biblical language that has never been "lost". In other words, translation was not a factor in preventing the earlier release of this document into public domain. Perhaps restoration techniques and other authenticating techniques may have taken some time, but thirtyfive years?

Whatever.

What most excites me is that for the first time, I have found evidence that what I have always beleived as true, may actually be more fact than fiction (or imagination) afterall! I have never been able to embrace Judas as a traitor. The story of 20 shekles of silver being the reason he betrayed Jesus didn't wash with me. Never did.

I have always had a suspicion that Judas of Iscariot was only doing what his beloved teacher asked of him. The main reason I felt this was because time and time again it was pointed out in the gospels that Jesus KNEW what was coming to him, and yet he went willingly to his sacrifice. He even rode in to Jerusulem on an Ass, just as the prophecies of old promised. And as the prophesies promised it was into the hands of his enemy that he rode. Unless Jesus was stupid, or had a deathwish why would he willingly go to his death?

Well, assuming he was neither stupid or harbouring a deathwish he knew what he was doing, and had a plan. I remember reading Jesus said he came not to bring peace, but to fulfill the law, or otherwords the prophesies. Because of this, I have always felt that Judas was only helping Jesus with his task, and at Jesus's own request.

Mark my words in times to come Judas, will be as popular a name as Peter or Maria is now.

'Tis the season

Bogey's got hay fever.

We noticed him starting with wierd breathing and snorting sounds (I call him snuffleupigus)
then he began making these gawdawful caughing sounds, just like our cat does when she's copping up a hairball. In fact, Lucy was so worried about him at one point she even nosed him a bit with her big golden eyes wide with concern. Made my heart go boom. She hasn't paid him any attention since. So all's back to normal.

Began giving him reactine yesterday, less goober, less sneezing fits, the occasional hacking cough and very sleepy.

His mood matches mine. We've been spending some quality cuddle time between my anemia and his drowsiness, we're quite the lazy pair.

I got him singing again. I've written a melody for the harmonica that he really likes.

Yesterday, he was all sicky and sad and waiting for Gee with his nose to the door in the hallway. I wanted to get his mind off it all, so I sat in the living room and began playing the tune I wrote called Bogey's Song Next thing I know he's singing his heart out Aruuururuuuuu! Yip yip yip! Arrururu, all from the other room. He know's it's his song! It's soooo cute!

Roses Planted

Got my climbing roses in today!

It was good to get into the garden for a while. Last week added some perennials to the flower beds. Plan on getting more to add to the planters.

Still looking for a supplier of English Ivy for our lawn cover.

Tulips, narcissus, and crocus have bloomed. Red, purple, and white. Very eye catching.

Life (working composition.)

Been rather reluctant to sit down and post. Been less reflective and more researchive lately (if that can even be considered a word).

I've developed anemia, so am very tired, more so than usual.
It's easier to soak up than to pour out right now. Am being treated with iron pills and vitamins and going for yet more blood tests.

It's likely due to my hemorraging, but may be related to something else. A transfusion is suposed to be a cure for it, but I've just had two so... I've got my doubts. Fortunately nothing too severe. I look forward to getting back to normal, but the pharmacist told me not to expect normal metobolism for another two months. Yikes! That's a long time to feel weak.

Anyway I've been working on a new composition.

I call it Life

It is of a woman swimming up-a-river ofwater like light to catch an angelic baby in her arms. They are smiling and blowing bubbles at each other.

It is the image I had during a meditation I did shortly after I returned home. More on that in another entry.

So far I have a number of sketches, the woman, the baby, both of them, cut outs and I've begun a canvas and ink rendering. I'll probably do a few more before I get it just right.
There is something of the ancient Mayan artifact The Pacal Sarcophagus Panel, only flipped so the woman is looking to the right rather than the left side of the panel.

While looking for an image to show as an example I read the meaning behind it I found the above comercial site, with a modern translation of the sarcophagus. I was already familiar with the urban legend that it depicted an ancient astronaut as propounded by Erick von Daniken in his book Chariots of the gods. Since the 60's much has been learned about the Mayan language. I had a little smile at the true rendition of the image.

I wasn't sure if I should downplay the resemblence to the deceased posture or not, after reading this, I think I'll emphasize it. :)

The woman, I love, she's been peeking in and out of my sketches (and at least one painting) for some time. There is a bit of Beauty in her, but she's younger, darker well not so much as darker, but with higher contrast. She is shadow and light, while Beauty is dazzle and sight.

Today was the anniversary of Queen Ette's death

We took the dog, sat on a patio and hoisted double caesars to Gran, oh yeah and each smoked a cigarello in her honour.

Happy Death Day Gran, hope you're kicking up your heels, say hey to Pope JP, if he's around, Marrrrvelous Daaaarling!