as contemplative...my soul on Easter Saturday is sort of caught in between - in between the Death and the Resurrection...

the agony of Good Friday is past, Christ has become human and died, but He has not yet Risen

in meditation and prayer I open myself to following Him, as He descends....

From the rending of the curtain in the Temple, He begins the slow traverse of Hell, passing - falling - through the domain of True Evil, finally then to the Root of the World - to the Golden light filled Realm of the Holy Mother, where He is caught, as was captured by Michaelangelo in the Pieta

This is the night of Easter Saturday.

What He gave up of his Godhood, to become human and die for us on the Cross, is this night by Her renewed and out of this Cosmic Rite (reenacted every year) comes the Subtle Virgin Force for the Resurrection.   At Dawn on Easter Morning, She releases Him and He then flies, reborn to His Divinity, first to His earthly companions, on His way to the side of the Father.

It is because of the Mother's Touch, that it is the women who first meet Him Easter Morning.

"Early in the morning, on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of James, came to the tomb…" and on through the whole of the last Chapter of Matthew, beginning at:---Matthew 28:1

Now this is not, by the way, a mood of suffering, but rather of falling inward.  The Work is done.  We are at rest and at peace, but at the same time empty, depleted, - all has been spent.  The Love that science calls gravity, the gravitas of soul life, captures us.  Even traversing Hell we cannot be touched, for Her forces rule this descent.  The mood is one of waiting, spent, open, receptive, unknowing, not even anticipation is present...in the "in between" Death and Resurrection.

joel