Imen Marie Agnes Adili
2023 / 1 / 13
Jesus Reinstates Peter
15 When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?”
“Yes, Lord,” he said, “you know that I love you.”
Jesus said, “Feed my lambs.”
16 Again Jesus said, “Simon son of John, do you love me?”
He answered, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.”
Jesus said, “Take care of my sheep.”
17 The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?”
Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Do you love me?” He said, “Lord, you know all things---;--- you know that I love you.”
Jesus said, “Feed my sheep. 18 Very truly I tell you, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted---;--- but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.” 19 Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, “Follow me!”
20 Peter turned and saw that the disciple whom Jesus loved was following them. (This was the one who had leaned back against Jesus at the supper and had said, “Lord, who is going to betray you?”) 21 When Peter saw him, he asked, “Lord, what about him?”
22 Jesus answered, “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me.” 23 Because of this, the rumor spread among the believers that this disciple would not die. But Jesus did not say that he would not die---;--- he only said, “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you?”
A story interspersed with dialogues, illustrating the ruin of inspiration, bruised on the guillotine of decapitated souls, an intellectual deception that seeks to draw from the wells of philosophical and literary traditions that have had the originality to embody wisdom through the donkey unjustly accused of stupidity, Cleared by poets and writers such as Jean de La Fontaine, Victor Hugo and Tawfik el Hakim, granting him the attributes of wisdom illustrated by the virtues of patience, hard work and docility.
The confused hut of the cursed shepherds of twilight times, esoteric epiphany of spirits tormented by a substantial bewilderment that constantly needs a dog guarding the flocks, essentially breaking with the literary wisdom of the donkey of patient and contemplative silence, chasing the threatening wolf in order to ensure the sensory enchantment of the destitute communities, enchanters of modern day Tartuffe snakes wanting to steal the honour of the committed golden feather defying the criminal relentlessness of the wretched fallen under their sick tears of deeply prostituted religious greed.
Whinnies of anger piercing the horrific veils of the old and new testament, sounding the tocsin against the inhuman narratives of barbarism guarding the tortoise of greedy bodies hiding the soul under the "holy" blanket of pallid faces forgotten by the glimmering light of true labouring sanctity finding shelter in the nomadic words travelling in the free spirit: The original Soul inspiring the light of lost cities creating the radiance of the spiritual and eternal abode of the word-creatures of the learned and lustrous consciousness.
Superb of the revolution that ---restore---s the noble order of the supra-sensory predestination of the fine Soul perceiving the highest civilised visions written on the light of the contemplative inspiration of august thoughts in the sanctuary of sacred ideas, the sanctity of the warrior spirit, the existence, at the antipode of the absence of the vaults of unjust darkness, an inability to emerge from the haze of crime to the rigour of the eloquence of created thought, ready to create the words of the evenings conducive to the supremacy of sensible individual existence.
The personality of the nosy Jesus, insisting on the love of the disciple, is an indication of the impossibility of an epistemological comparison between him and the personality of the wise ass in philosophical and literary works.
His teaching was studied on a theological bankruptcy digging on the bark of a fallen age in a two-coloured calamity, dying and present in the ashes of the silent ulcer, the silence of heaven. Confronted with the justice of the impossibility of the resurrection and return of desiccated bodies and arid spirits, and the affirmation of the eternal creation and spiritual transcendence of souls residing in the authenticity of the absolute presence of luminous thoughts stylized on the innocence of the elevated concepts of ideal spiritual knowledge that is closed to the ignorant cores of the sanctuary of the knowing mind, with the metaphysics of the grotesques of colonial settlement.
A spiritual science that creates bodies, the homeland of authentic beings who know the truth of the soul s return to its Creator wisdom, without the Socratic oblivion of knowledge and then remembering it, for the soul does not migrate from the lands of knowledge, but is the homeland of which it remembers that experiences the honourable serenity of the consideration of its human nature by contemplating the first reasoned thoughts.