Posts Tagged ‘Herod’


It is weird the things that run through your mind as a disembodied journalist, who has a theological background (though comics and myths already alluded higher meaning to me). As Rick floats through this weird limbo since imploding the dimension once known as Camelot.  Must be Anglican guilt speaking to him (it’s like Catholic guilt, but the inner voice comes with a British Accent) …for it is the story of Salome that speaks into his mind when he notes the small portal spark open and mind push Pen through to his wife.

Time to change things up. Time to be able to step through the horrors forced to be apart of. A child, used a lecherous offering by a megalomaniac villain. Herod Tetrarch. The Herod family was not about their faith or their people, they were about power. They played all sides of Roman Civil wars to ensure they always maintained power regardless of the winner. As Rick sends Pen through he sees the Ashram, Zed reminded him of the Herod family.

Yet this Herod may or may not have killed his own brother to wed his brother’s wife. But only to legally get to the niece.  This is the activity John the (Harbinger) Baptist called him out about publically, and was imprisoned for. But the line about the woman scorned. For it was Herod’s wife/sister-in-law that saw the need to go further. One of Rick’s favourite versions is found in Levi’s reimagining of the Cosmic Christ story in the early 1900’s the Aquarian Gospel.

But it is the lecherous uncle that truly wants Salome, and gets her to dance/strip in his drunken party.  And when she has him so wound up, he states he will give her anything, and that is when the mother strikes stating for her daughter to ask for John’s head on a platter…and yes it does not go well for the young Salome presented with this dead head on a silver platter.

The pursuit of absolute power pushing out anything else. The drive for revenge and being “right”. All warnings for any hero.  Warnings to ensure decisions made do not affect the young or that trauma is not passed down.

Rick’s astral projection was not alone in these ruminations. For next to him, was his old partner, John MacCurtis. Believed dead. Unable to be redeemed after he had been possessed by an insane alien entity seeking to destroy all.  The death if the truth was fully leaked out would have left him tarnished, cast away as a traitor, a fraud. His long hero lineage not seen.

Which brings Rick back to ancient ponderings around the child Salome, and the woman Salome at the tomb. The ultimate healing-redemption for this traumatized-abused child assassin.   For there is growing thoughts after the head on the platter she fled to the streets, and found home within the Christines. Even so to become part of the strong inner circle of women that stood their sacred ground at the darkest time.

“Rick what’s the score?”

“About the same Johnny.”

“Funny I thought we used to have bodies.”

“Okay maybe a bit worse off than usual. But I got Pen to Susan.” Rick said.

Rick’s mind was reeling, they had to get back. Pen was a toggle back to the mortal realm, the earthly what was usually known as Midgard. But there without him, the ancient evil had re-manifested. He could hear the echoes. The implosion of the realm that trapped him here had kept him trapped had allowed for the cell to break open.

John glanced at the small portal as it was about to close. Rick was his friend. Had been for most of his life. Partners in many world saving ventures. Rick had stood by him when he lost his family. Stood by him through the craziness with the Thor possession. Stood with him through the mayoral race. Through being mayor. The dark time and the re-emergence. And even with the darkness seizing his soul again. Yet even with dying so that the world could be saved, and being on the wrong side of good in that moment. His friend came for him again.

But it was time.

Time to truly pay him back.

“Rick!”

His friend turned.

Focus complete.

Energy shared.

Peace earned.

With two final words

“Bionics On!”

As his fist knocked his friend towards the portal that he was tethered to Pen through.

John MacCurtis winked at his friend.

“Give Susie a hug for me.”

Rick’s astral body struck the portal before closure.

A flash of lightning.

As the limbo remaining from Camelot.

As John MacCurtis.

Winked out.

To Be Continued…


38 years old is the book. Amazing isn’t it in this throw away society that something has endured and lasted through childhood, multiple uses in ministry from churches to streets to outreaches…to quiet nights on Christmas Eve with my own children. A pop up book back when Hallmark published such things, given to me by my Nan and Granddad to commemorate my first Christmas a scants 4ish months since birth, and 2ish months since the Christening into the Anglican tradition, within the Roman Catholic School gym (shamrock backboard and all).

Yet it is the story that endures and matters. Many argue the historicity of it. Did it actually happen? Was their a Virgin birth? Did it happen on Christmas Day? What about the Pagan Solstice?

Yet in simply sitting with my family this Christmas eve, no spiritual home to say, and reading the story of the family travelling at the darkest time of year seeking shelter. Dark times? The Solstice tells us this is the darkest time of year. The extra burden wrought by taxes that do not take not even affordability, but survival into account (no comment to Carbon Tax I promise)…that was the oppression of the Roman Empire where Joseph and Mary, and their people were viewed as a number, as commodities (ringing any familiarity yet?) to be used and abused.

Mary steps out of the commodification of her gender within her oppression by Rome and Religious Israel, to claim her yes in power to the Holy Mystery to bear his child. Where did this child come from? Some say a Virgin birth, some say another oppression by a Roman soldier using his property, much like David used Bathsheba, what we today call Rape, or a genocidal practice…yet Mary was the one asked whether or not she would keep it, would choose life in herself and for her baby and was blessed.

Yet that was not the end of the story, for Joseph also had to choose life. He had to choose to keep his betrothed (purchased) property and the child that was not his. He had 3 options, become the town joke by choosing and create their own outcast ways, cast Mary outside the city gates like other sex trafficked women to her death with child, or have her stoned to death.

Mary’s yes resounded to a mystical moment for Joseph to choose his own yes.

Yet this is not the end of the mysticism of the story as societal constructs of oppression are thrown off. For we are in the midst of the 12 days of Christmas. Yes it is more than a song, and I am sure the Google can reveal the Christian imagery revealed in the lyrics, but it is the 12 days that high liturgical churches embrace as a way of bringing the two nativities together.

For Luke gives us the call out to the other cast outs and oppressed imaged by the shepherds to come to the birth. Yet in Matthew, the universal Love that is the Holy Mystery, is told of the Magi who use means of magic, astrology and astronomy to track this effect in the sky of a bright light in the darkness to come and show love.  For the gifts brought would definitely be of benefit 30 years on when Jesus would leave being a general labourer and set forth to live transformational love in the world.

Yet it is the journey of the Magi, and their decision to not let Herod know what they knew about the source, Love incarnate in the manger, this is the source for the festival time Christendom finds themselves in now. The 12 Days of Christmas between the birth and the arrival of the Magi…or between the Protestant-Catholic Christmas and the Orthodox Christmas..

The universal story of these 12 days resonates outward everywhere, for it is not about creeds or bibles or buildings…it is something more incarnate.

These 12 days it is about the spiritual journey to the centre. It is about the journey home. For it is the Magi journeying into love, and then out of love and letting that light live to transform the world.

As I read the pop up book this year to my children, these are the thoughts that came out of my heart. The journey of love has not changed for anyone in our household. The journey into and out of love and letting it shine, is a moment by moment occurrence for each of us.The symbolism of the rite and song are not lost either as we continue the journey to home.

So in these 12 days, and beyond, what is your choice of love and home mean to you?


There is little written in the so-called Canonical gospels of John the Baptist’s (in the Aquarian, the Harbinger) parents. A few passages in the Gospel of Luke speaking of an elderly barren couple, even though Zacharias is part of the temple guild, and as such enters the Holy of Holies.

There is much revealed if you will on how the early years went down, The Magian Kings warning, the flight into Egypt of the Marian family (for a good exploration of thoughts on this I refer you to Anne Rice’s Christ Our Lord Out of Egypt).  But this work in a few scant verses shows the madness of Herod in wanting to hold onto his political power grip, for Herod rules at the grace of his Roman Oppressors (owners may be more appropriate) and his family has a long history of playing all sides of a conflict to continue to hold onto temporal power.

The birth chapters within the Aquarian Gospel truly reveal the battle for temporal versus universal power, and holistic wholeness. It begins to show how Karma shapes your own life, and that eventually actions through the Law of Cause and Effect will catch up.

  1. And other guards were sent to Zacharias, father of the harbinger, while he was serving in the Holy Place, to say, The King demands that you shall tell where is your son.
    12.But Zacharias did not know, and he replied, I am a minister of God, a servant in the Holy Place; how could I know where they have taken him?
    13. And when the guards returned and told the King what Zacharias said, he was enraged and said,
    14. My guards, go back and tell that wily priest that he is in my hands; that if he does not tell the truth, does not reveal the hiding place of John, his son, then he shall die.
    15. The guards went back and told the priest just what the king had said.
    16. And Zacharias said, I can but give my life for truth; and if the king does shed my blood the Lord will save my soul.
    17. The guards again returned and told the king what Zacharias said.
    18. Now, Zacharias stood before the alter in the Holy Place engaged in prayer.
    19. A guard approached and with a dagger thrust him through; he fell and died before the curtain of the sanctuary of the Lord.
    20. And when the hour of salutation came, for Zacharias daily blessed the priests, he did not come.
    21. And after waiting long the priests went to the Holy Place and found the body of the dead.
    22. And there was grief, deep grief, in all the land.
    23. Now Herod sat upon his throne; he did not seem to move; his courtiers came; the king was dead. His sons reigned in his stead.

Aquarian Gospel 6:11-23

Think about it, Herod was so scared of losing his false power, that he led a genocide of male children. That for the hearer of this legend should flash back to the story of Moses, and breaking of bondage slavery in Egypt through the actions of Pharaoh.

This is the madness that consumed and drove Herod, do we witness this in ourselves? Others? Our world? What can we do to heal it?

It leads to a shattering of declared religious belief to wield power, think of the world today, the Religious Right, ISIS, the list goes on and on of terror agents, fundamentalists that attach to a religion to exert control, but truly are not within the golden cord of love, rather like Herod are penning the story of their own demise through their own actions.

For Herod’s assasins break the Holy Law of Love, and Zacharias is murdered. Now remember for the closest modern example I can relate, is the assassination of Blessed Oscar Romero in Latin America when he was killed while blessing the Host at Mass.

In the Holy of Holies their was such control theory instead of Love Spirit in place, that there was fear of the priest dropping dead, and anyone retrieving the body dying for not being worthy. So basically a rope was tied around the priest to be able to pull the body out if this happened, and this relates to Levitical and Deuteronomical dress of the priests with bells, etc on their robes so you could tell if this happened.

The assassin broke the religious control, Herod placed himself as more powerful than the all love that everything exists in and that exists in everything (Panentheism via Rev. Matthew Fox’s Creation Spirituality if you will). So already the drive for power and control over others shows as it has through history, that religion is not the cause, but the guise these actors choose.

But Herod does not escape the murder (sin if you want, karma more appropriate)…for the stress, hate, fear and anxiety of this chase of a babe born in a cave…his body gives out, and his son takes over the thrown. Think about that, such atrocities to hold power, and then in the end, cause and effect on his system he loses his power.

Where is the drive for control consuming out divinity and driving an early transition from this human experience?

How can we move from a Herod existence?

What will you change to release your Herod?