Where I talk about discrimination, Jesus and sleeping with Jason Bourne

This is possibly one of the most controversial articles I’ve posted. It is not my intention to hurt people who live with faith, and I'm aware some of my comments may do that. Jesus is an exceptional man. He is the kindest human being I’ve ever met and I’m blessed by His presence. I cannot explain the experiences I have with spirit, and I do wonder why they share the things they do.

This article appeared in Sunday’s paper (The Sunday Mail March 7):
Schools gay edict

Boulder: A Catholic School in Colorado is kicking out a preschooler because the child’s parents are lesbians.

The child will not be allowed to re-enrol next year at Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic School.

The Denver Archdiocese said in a statement the parents were “living in open discord with Catholic teaching”.

It said students with gay parents in Catholic schools would become “confused”.

The article is here http://www.boulderweekly.com/article-1929-catholic-school-parents-upset-over-decision-to-kick-out-lesbians-child.html and I recommend reading the interview with the director of communications for the Archdiocese of Denver.

Also the priests response here http://www.fatherbillsblog.com/heart/2010/03/what-wisdom-is-at-work-in-not-having-children-of-a-gay-marriage-in-a-catholic-school.html

I started this story on the 8th of March and, after revisiting Father Bill’s blog, I suspect his post has been edited. The majority of the comments criticised the schools decision and now all comments have been removed.

What irks me about this is that the Catholic Church uses Jesus to defend their position. Since late 1999 I frequently experience flashes of memory about Jesus’ life. At times the images materialise around me and flick on and of as I blink. When I close my eyes it feels like I become an active participant in the scenes I’m observing. I hear a language which I assume is Aramaic and the conversations sometimes translate into English in my mind.

At first these experiences overwhelmed me, but now they’re familiar and I like Jesus’ company. He’s here now watching me type. Over a four month period I regularly went into a trance-like state and Jesus and members of His family used me to speak. While in trance I was unaware of what I was saying, and the conversations have become a manuscript that I hope will be published.

In the visions with Jesus I’m the disciple Judas and what I believe I’m seeing when I’m not in trance are Judas’ memories. I’m looking through his eyes and interacting with Jesus. I know Jesus never wanted to create a church and He doesn’t describe himself as a Christian. He had no respect for temples and priests. He didn’t sacrifice Himself for our sins; our sins killed Him. And he doesn’t want me to capitalise His name.

Jesus wasn’t homophobic at all. We’ve bathed together and slept together. Our clothing was poor quality and uncomfortable so in the summer we often slept naked, and it may surprise the Catholic church, but He woke up with a hard on like the rest of us. He remained unmarried, chose his lovers carefully, and had friends who were gay.

Can I prove any of this? I guess not, but the church can’t disprove it either. They’d quote from a book that has been written by anonymous scribes and edited countless times. And then do exactly what they want to do, in His name.

Jesus sighs. He’s my friend, and this stuff hurts Him.

I know it’s capitalised.

“What saddens me is that the child’s parents love each other, and that is all that’s important. The love they share comforts the child.”

Jesus is remembering His father’s tension, the raised voices and deception. He’s still, but the energy radiating from him transforms me. You know it’s real when you feel like a six year old boy with pee running down your legs. I almost look down. My legs are wet and warm. Tiny. Alone. The feeling subsides and Jesus’ hand squeezes my shoulder.

Everything remains.

I look at Jesus and think about sleeping with Him. He has an athlete’s body and his energy is exciting and complex. I don’t believe I’m gay, but I’m confident enough to not deny that I could have sex with a man, the right man. The one in a million guy, or Jason Bourne. Jesus likes that, because that’s the truth. What you deny, you create with resistance: guilt, anger and fear. Everything after that is ugly.

The child will not be allowed to re-enrol next year at Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic School. At the what? If you want to discriminate against anyone, please do it in your own name.

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