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Wheat and Chaff

This is another email correspondence turned blog post. I wrote it to a friend back in May, but I’ve been sitting on it, debating whether or not to turn it into something else. Truth be told, I have been having so much fun on Facebook that blogging is one of the last things on my mind.

So … in lieu of a brand new something, I will post what sprang out of the recurring question, “When the proverbial wheat gets separated from the proverbial chaff, is there a gluten-free pile?”

For months this question would haunt me every time I closed my eyes to go to sleep. Ever since I wrote this email, published below, the question has stopped running through my head; I seem to have answered it, at least for me. As with other emails turned blog posts, I’m a little more fiery than usual. Please take my spouting off with a grain of pink Himalayan sea salt. 😉

Well, I’m glad you are not so miserable. For me, unfulfilled=miserable,
because having tasted fulfillment the lack of it is utterly unbearable to
me. It feels like someone knifed out my organs one by one. I prefer quick
death or vibrant life, not the torturous in-between. I just don’t have the stamina or the interest, remorseless heathen though that makes me. 🙂

An idea has been haunting me and someone on Facebook suggested I write a book about it. I think I may. It’s about the proverbial wheat and the chaff … like how the Bible and society say that certain “moral” expectations are the “right way” to live and the right way to be and that if you don’t follow these you’ll go to hell. It’s based on this verse: “His winnowing fork is in His hand, and He will thoroughly cleanse His threshing floor. He will gather His wheat into the barn, but the chaff He will burn up with unquenchable fire!” (Matthew 3:12)

I’ve been going to church again, and every time I go to take communion, I
hear this question in my head: “When the wheat gets separated from the
chaff, is there a gluten-free pile?” Same question runs through my mind
every time I start to fall asleep. Gluten-free means not the wheat part of the grain, and I eat gluten-free for a variety of reasons, mostly because gluten is like glue in your intestines and takes 30 days to get out of your system. It’s terrible for you! Rockefeller Chapel even offers optional gluten-free communion wafers alongside the traditional bread.

So, here’s the thing … Everyone thinks you’re supposed to “do the right
thing” and suppress all your emotions and desires in order to ensure that
you’re a grain of wheat and get put into the barn, so you won’t get burned
by the fire.

But …

One: why the need for separation/judgment in the first place?

Two: if given the choice, I and many of my favorite lightworkers on the
planet would actually choose the gluten-free chaff pile, so what does that mean? So many things in our world are paradoxes, and so much of what we judge, especially in ourselves are in fact our most precious parts!

And Three (related), if the chaff is what gets “burned” but the Phoenix (a
symbol of the resurrected Christ) rises from its ashes and is reborn, then
the chaff pile really IS the one I’d like to be in. Wheat gets moldy when it
sits in piles, attracts rats, insects, is implicated in Autism, migraines,
celiac disease, brain fog, is highly genetically modified, etc. But fire …
ah … now fire is an interesting concept, and a powerful force of change.

I really believe the world has the interpretation completely backwards!!
Everyone thinks you’re supposed to be wheat, like this sexually repressed,
non-thinking-outside-the-box, follow the Ten Commandments the way the Church interprets them, feel shame for who you are, little KERNEL that goes with all the other good little kernels to go sit in a barn.

What the heck do people want to sit in a barn for? I don’t believe hell’s a fiery place at all. I think hell is a cold, frigid, dank, unfulfilled, miserable, moldy place that rots the soul from the inside out, and I don’t think people need to die to experience it. Trying to live like “wheat” decays life from the moment we incarnate.

In the Bible there’s a parable: a farmer stores all his grain in a silo and
does he get rewarded for that? No! He gets harshly rebuked and immediately struck down dead. That Jesus that everyone thinks they’re following? He’s not a fan of barns and wheat. He’s a fan of WINE. He says man cannot live on bread alone, implying that the wheat is NOT where it’s at. He says he is the “bread of life” because the other bread is death. Our religious and moral world is so 180 right now.

But fire! The Holy Spirit comes as “Tongues of Fire.” The chaff, the part that the world says is the worthless, “bad” part, that’s the part that gets set on fire. Pentecost, which is when the Holy Spirit descended on the Disciples and gave them the ability to perform miracles, is all about FIRE.

It’s not about wheat. Resurrection comes from fire, not sitting in a moldy,
dark barn with all the other “good” kernels. We’re not here to rot. We’re
here to be set aflame, to burn. It’s all about the light and the fire, which
includes those really deep longings of the soul.

Who wants to worship or serve a God that would demand you rot in a dank,
dark barn rather than live your fiery, inspired life? Not me. And certainly
not Jesus. I have an incredibly intimate relationship with God and I’ll
choose the gluten-free chaff pile every single time. Torch me. That’s why I’m here. Personally, I believe that’s why we’re all here …

… and all that repressive, suppressive, guilt-ridden shame stuff is just a pile of moldy grain…

That’s MY fire and brimstone sermon. And now you know why the vast majority of times I’ve died I have been burned at the stake. 😉 But seriously … people should actually READ the Bible before handcuffing their lives because of it. The Bible’s been so mistranslated and misused. It’s the greatest crime against humanity there is. BUT … the keys are in there … and it’s
all about the fire. Fire is good.