I was baptized Thomas, although I choose to call myself Tomas, spoken with both a long "toe" and "ah." It pleases my ear to hear soft sounds, so I robe myself in pleasure. I was born in 1939, and my parents tried to Catholicize my mind. My spirit was unwilling, but my flesh was strong. I heard an inner-song, persevered sailing past my fears, and the boat did not capsize. I chiefly rejected the form of Christ-inanity presented to me, yet the beauty of the sung Latin mass drew me like wind beckoning a flower. It seems, for a large piece of my life, I have heard and seen realities deemed implausible by others. Yet, unfettered, I have frequently accessed frequencies and visions unheard and unseen by many. The invisible proved to be a good guide for my journeys. In short, I do not need an attorney to remind me of my contract with eternity. In my round about way, I am communicating what astounds me about the Aramaic. The sounds within the Aramaic resound with Eshoa's "shem" or actual vibration. It is like a DVD (Divine Vibrant Disk), ecstatically spinning on the best Surround -Sound system. Musical authenticity kisses me, and my muse awakens and begins to whisper to me. It may seem corny, but I am born anew each time I renew my compact with the Divine. In fact, the terrain seems so new that I am getting ready to take some steady steps. "We ask to be brave, from cradle to grave," a voice says to me.

I left the cradle and walked; I left Christ-inanity and ran. Now I stand with a strand of sanity ,doing a hand stand on a high-wire. I am balanced and glad to recognize a safety-net in case of a fall. It seems like a tall order, rearranging your brain to look favorably upon Church-warped creeds which in some cases have been unwaveringly rigid. Yet I am here today, in pliant submission, bowing before the prow of Eshoa's potent words. It is not a ship of wood or steel which parts the seas, nor a net for catching fish. Rather, I vibrationally ride the waves of Eshoa's Aramaic sayings, and rest in the net of textured loveliness.
I lean on the breeze, and it brings meanings to me. So, I have composed some words to express my thanks for becoming reacquainted with my assured safety and sanity. I perch on this high-wire with wings, and winds present no impediment.

It seems we have been awaiting, trying to create or perhaps impatiently forsaking the kingdom. Maybe it is time to patiently awaken to the kin-dom which lives within each of us. The Aramaic word for kingdom is malkootha, which for me is the land of endless beginnings inhabited by lovers. To quote myself:

Love reigns with painless inclusion
sharing room at the Inn of Endless Caring,
daring us to enter an inner dominion where we surrender defenses.

Love has been for me the ship that parts all seas and endlessly begins all journeys. At the touch of love, my defensive postures ease, and a favorable gust moves me into new psychic leanings. I have been realistically, majestically, arrestingly, and lovingly engaged in a marriage partnership for 33 years.
When my wife, Rahmaneh, began an in-depth study of the Aramaic words of Eshoa, I had the choice to head for the shores or soar with the winds. I, of course, chose to ignore the whole thing. Still, I am allured by my wife's voice, as well as the songs she sings. So, (like a siren) she endearingly sang me near.
To my credit, I did not edit. had an ear for hearing, and responded like a bird to the dawning sun.
It is fun to be engaged in purposeful work, and love is the great teacher. Some say, "God is love."
The entreaty from John 15:12 reads: "This is my commandment: that you love one another just as I have loved you." My version of the same "commandment" is:

Love is both teacher and taught,
Uniting both seeker and sought,
gaining through living and giving,
Without stain of doubt.
Devoutly discovering love for each other,
we remain in a state of delight.