oh gawd. I just.
can someone just help me please and take the book away before I kill it?
The most exciting path to gnosis, quite literally, is using sexual energy.
I don’t think that’s what the Christos had in mind…
I mean, sure. Yeah. Sex can be used towards self knowledge. But like… next time me and Mr. Burns get it on, is he just gonna shout “it’s gnosis, sweet-cakes!”
I could just cry.
I even like sex. Like, really really like it. Being sex-positive is part of my ministry and my calling. But…
THE PATH TO GNOSIS ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE EXCITING
THERE ISN’T ANY ONE PATH TO GNOSIS
IF YOU’RE DOING IT FOR EXCITEMENT YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG
YOU DO IT BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE
BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T DO IT YOU’LL DIE OR EXPLODE OR SOMETHING WORSE
if you ever ever ever ever ever meet a self proclaiming gnostic or witch or anyone who tries to convince you that sex is the “most exciting” path towards gnosis, please punch them in the face for me, and then tell me about it so I can punch them in the face.
Gnosis isn’t meant to be shared with anyone. At all. It can’t be shared with anyone. Why do you think gnostic writings are so varied and confusing? Why do you think Gnostic churches and groups are so small? It’s because we’re walking the path of the Allogenes. We’re all strangers to ourselves and one another. Because every night is the dark night of the soul. Because, when it comes down to it, we all live and die alone, nothing but us and god. and even that distinction doesn’t matter.
and maybe that has everything and nothing to do with sex, but even I, an initiated Wiccan, know that it has nothing to do with a fucking chalice and a blade or a fucking great rite.
Sure, I know of a particular gnostic person who has erotic dreams of him and Jesus, but that’s beyond just sex energy and sex magic, and that’s a divine union, God as the lover, like Rumi. It’s as close to death and life as this guy will ever get. It’s not a brief little sentence and a stupid little book.
I just. urg. I’m so angry I’m incoherent and I’m alone in my house with no one to yell at, so sorry, tumblr, if you’ve come to expect better of me. =/