Awakening Gnosis

Long Island, NY | July 4 2025

I was always getting into trouble in grad school with this one professor. He was an Augustinian friar, a graduate of Harvard, and quite simply, he just really didn’t like me.

He had this fantastic (not even remotely) way of taking something I said and shaving a bit of it off or twisting it just a bit. So you think Jesus is in an African Violet? when I shared my belief of consciousness in all things.

On another day he called me into his office for a meeting, greatly concerned about my path, and I informed him that there was a lot to be said about the Gnostics — I appreciated their idea of a direct knowing that doesn’t come from books or study, but from within, usually through intuition and deep interior listening. (Apparently a frightening concept to this Harvard grad. Oh, good times we had. Goooood times). I was drawn to the notion that the Divine isn’t something far away or outside of us, but a living spark within us.

Apparently, I was a borderline heretic: “You do know Gnosticism is contrary to Catholic doctrine?”

So when I told him that the notion of Original Sin was rubbish — Why not base your life on how Jesus lived, not on the fact that he died for you? — this did not go over well. And one morning in a class of nuns and priests on sabbatical, other lay students like myself, a director or 2 of a few strong Dioceses in the country, he put me on the spot: “Christine, why don’t you tell everyone here your thoughts on Original Sin?”

I was not prepared to speak, and had no idea he was basically going to throw me to the wolves, or under the bus, or whatever expression you prefer.

Perhaps this was a good thing, as I wasn’t able to prepare to be nervous.

So I shared my thoughts on more of a creation-theology —- living your life based on the example of how Jesus lived radically and with love, not on a notion that he died to free us from sins. Well, the director of some diocese looked at me, appalled, and said some things I don’t exactly recall (perhaps because I blocked them out from my memory).

I turned to the Diocesan Director and said: “If you base your faith on one act of one man, what would you do if you were to ever discover it was not historically accurate?”

He was silent.

The next year I found out the dear professor was using my Jesus-in-an-African-Violet notion in class, and not in a flattering reference to me. But what is to be expected of someone who didn’t know what a matriarchal society was.

Me: So in matriarchal societies, farming was often based on the cycles of the moon.

Him: What?

Ah, the joys and memories of 25 years ago and the wrestling with faith, science, and heaven. What I would give to be sitting there again, engaged in such conversations. I would appreciate it far more. Far more. Those were Golden Years.

And the weavings of those years are a part of every fabric of my day, of my work with the divine feminine, my work with the off-planet Beings, my love for the sacred within each of us.

What stirred these memories up for me was that a week and a half ago, while working with one of the women in my Stellar Program, the words came through so clear. She is Awakening Gnosis.

And there began the flood of memories. My own too.

Awakening Gnosis.

I will sit with that some more. If you do, let me know what comes for you. Please

And another thing…

Only Love is real.

Love you so.

Xx,

Christine in NY