May 11, 2017

Teenage Gnostic

From The Uncommon Criminal by Kyle De Wolf (author's profile)

Transcription

27 Apr 2017

Teenage Gnostic
By Kyle De Wolf

I was a teenage gnostic. I had the same questions and doubts as anyone else, but I could never become an atheist. Atheism did not appeal to me. I did not want to live in a godless universe, full of meaningless sex and drugs and cars.

I was a teenage gnostic. I did not accept the wisdom of my elders or my peers. I did not blindly believe the Bible or check in with a church. I set forth on my own path and sought my own wisdom in the mysteries of being and nothingness.

I was a teenage gnostic. I watched Stigmata. I read and re-read The Gospel Of Thomas. I memorized Psalm 130:1 in Latin: 'De profundis clamo ad Te, Domine.' It became my mantra, my tender heart-cry, in the midst of my inward anguish and interior chaos.

I was a teenage gnostic. I listened to the lectures of Dr. Stephan Hoeller. I perused the musings of medieval mystics and metaphysicians. I fed my soul with the pure poetry of Plato and Plotinus. I lamented the lost library of Alexandria, and my spirit longed for the eternal Logos.

I was a teenage gnostic. I studied the wisdom of the ancients, and sampled the savants of the East. I felt the presence of God in every atom of the cosmos, a force, an energy, an eternal, indwelling light that pulsed through the heart of every being.

I was a teenage gnostic. I savored the lost scriptures. I upheld the allegorical meaning of biblical signs and wonders. I confronted contradictions like koans. The riddles are keys to unlock the treasure-box and plunder its spiritual riches. The eyes of the blind are not meant to see.

I was a teenage gnostic. I knew that the world around me was fallen, fallen like the ruins of Babylon. My tender, teenage heart longed for a better world, the wholeness, yes, indeed, the fullness, the new and heavenly Jerusalem.

I was a teenage gnostic. Do you remember, oh, do you remember the knowledge that set your heart on fire? I was a teenage gnostic. Do you remember, oh, do you remember the spark that lit your soul on fire? Do you remember, oh, do you remember the teenage gnostic?

Favorite

Replies Replies feed

Other posts by this author

Subscribe

Get notifications when new letters or replies are posted!

Posts by Kyle De Wolf: RSS email me
Comments on “Teenage Gnostic”: RSS email me
Featured posts: RSS email me
All Between the Bars posts: RSS