Page II of the Legend of Thomas


The hill of the Legend of Thomas

• Logion 2: Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will rule over the All."
• Matthew 7:7-8 "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. Is there anyone among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you then, although you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! In everything, treat others as you would want them to treat you, for this fulfills the law and the prophets.
• Luke 11:9-10 What did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and more than a prophet. This is the one about whom it is written: 'Look, I am sending my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way before you.'

Thomas traveled 2000 cubits in distance away from the court of the king. There, for one year Thomas remained. On the evening of the first day, the sun was set from the West of this page. Not the left of this page but inward, the light was setting deep West in this page. There was the opposite side from where the sun ran down under to the East, where you're reading uphill by the rotation faster than the earth revolves around. Each morning Thomas looked forward to the warmth of the rising temp of the sun. In-between the East and West was the hill, the silhouetted hill contrasted against the sun, and on the hill was the shape of the tree, and under the tree on the hill, for one year Thomas sat beneath the tree. Everything Thomas needed was provided by the passersby; momentary interruptions, sometimes pleasant and sometimes not; other times, good fellowship reminded Thomas of how beautiful the creation of the L-rd was. Thomas sat under the tree & read and occasionally wrote a short line here or there. The first question came to mind, Thomas remembered the L-rd our personal G-d in which welcomed rational investigation in His nature, character, and attributes. Thomas wrote, if our G-d whose name was too holy to say, and the L-rd was preferred, rather than his unspeakable name, held in our mouths, to cherish most intimately, and desires our tongues' oral submission, by the name L-rd where shall I seek Adoni?

The fruit of the Pomegranate tree had not fallen far, landing on the top of the head ya! And of course, being the dreamer Thomas was, he immediately imagined the knock on the door. Thomas said ha! the doors of the mind opened, he chuckled but not outwardly to the one which knocked. How was the door opened? I, never thought about it in such a way; of whom was it from if not I? Thomas often went to the virgin field behind the tree that's the South on it or the left side of your screen. The field was lush and green. Here Thomas laid at rest, where the frequented night sky was broken up above by the celestial bodies while at rest, that's the top of it on your screen into the vast heavenly art he became the watcher of the distant lights where they began to motion over it in your screen, Thomas questioned whether the earth beneath mainly of the seas; moved, and tossed about on rolling waves or if the stars themselves gazed and waved while they floated across the darkness from the top of your screen. Where was the L-rd? Thomas had fallen asleep and come morning sat again beneath the tree. The repetitive nature the message in the form of the thought had come again, I, never thought about it in such a way; of whom was it from if not I? This became the first pillar in the book of Thomas; then, the trouble approached. The first passerby had walked towards him; where, the road curved before the hollowed trunk of the tree, on the North end of your screen, the hollowed trunk of the tree under the shaded canopy by which you the reader read, by the sun rising up from your lower back following your spine above your head arching upwards over the deep across your screen: to the West.

Thomas, "Here, I see trouble stands before me." The man smiled, saying, "am I?" "You are?" Thomas replied, "I am at home above which flew down the veins of this tree." "Am I the end by which was sought?" the man asked. "Here" was the expression of Thomas, "One that is of all," by Thomas. "I do not understand," the man said (he found Thomas to be a little Confucius and a bit cryptic), "you may simply call me 'Be' with which we think reality was understood," and the man was amazed at by Thomas. Join me, said Thomas, "for I was the distraught Be-ing within this experience." Be sat together in the moment which was shared by all the things intelligible, under the shade of the canopy, having eaten the fruit of the Pomegranate tree, while the light of the day arched overhead, above the tree, to the West of the East. Then the man Be had drawn the attention of Thomas when he stood up; having said nothing, Be walked from the hill; departed, deep to the right into your screen, where the man trod down the path. Thomas felt momentary loss without trouble; he was upset by the volution in which the man was led away. Little by little, the man Be went from the hill lower, underneath to the horizon, where Thomas gazed towards the wonder and marvel of it all, after he was no longer upset, by the loss of trouble, who was prepared before me contemplated Thomas; wrote this afterwards, "he was troubled after it was all found to be complex; trouble was memorable. He will always be remembered by him."

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