The mind is willing

but the flesh is weak and spongy. - Zap Brannigan



I've been feeling lost of late. Unsure if the path I'm taking is the correct one that's going to lead me to the place I want to go. I know I seek. But I've no gate-keeper to unlock the correct door.

There are a few Gnostic blogs that I check, well, religiously, and I immediately devour whatever morsel they throw at me, tucking it away in my head and heart like a precious heirloom. But I can't help wonder what started them on their journey. I mean really started them. Since there is no parish nearby to aid in my search of knowledge, I feel almost abandoned. It may just be conditioning, though, that leads me to think that I need a priest or minister to detail my religious activities. But with such a plethora of Gnostics with such varying views on practice, I seem to be at a loss.

I jokingly looked through the religious section in Border's the other day, hoping to find The Gnostic Workbook: A detailed guide into your soul. But, unsurprisingly, it was not there.

I know that the Gnostic path called me for a reason, but I've yet to find the gate to walk through.


I am a fountain, You are my water,
I flow from You, to You.
I am an eye, You are my light.
I look from You, to You.
You are neither my right nor my left,
You are my foot, You are my arm as well.
I am a traveler, You are my road,
I go from You, to You.
- Zeyneb Hatun