His Death Our Life

His death opened a direct channel to heaven. His life, a journey of faith; His Source, the Light of a Universe, greater than the sum of all stars – His message, one of redemption... of conscious re-unification with our Father/divine. The Son's blood, a blessed, sacrificial-wine ~ vintage, that of salvation – a healing elixir from Angel distillers, for overcoming man's bout with garden-fever; immunizing man's spirit against the plague of evil, thus confounding a Devil's fiendish manipulation, his long-relished win – for the red, ripened apple has always been, a symbol of Evil's fermentation of consuming sin.... Let us all imbibe, drink as thirsty apostles from Christ's extended ladle, reviving a world gone astray – such spiritual quench within mortal reach – let our words and actions not merely be the sounds and motions of a profitless speech, but life-giving principals to impart, examples of righteous behavior to our children that we are commanded to teach ~ further evolving (this generation of budding gods) beyond surface gestation of mere garden-flowers, yet turning from new transfigured dawn during early implementation of wondrous, self-applicable creative powers – Christ withdrew Satan's poison from our dank, heavy firmament, so that we also may be lightened and rise – beams of sunlight woven back into Holy Cords of ascent ~ strengthening silver threads linking the souls of all mankind with God's limitless miracles above – transforming our lowly natures into ever greater vessels for the expression of a Physical/spiritual Kingdom of Purest Love....