Meetings with Christ – The Book
In my experience, the Christ is of every racial type, and of Female and Male. The Christ is the essence of all human life, and expresses as every age, from baby to death, so it is with us at every part of our journey through life. In the west we have been exposed to a male dominated view so long we call Christ Him. Remember that Jesus became the Christ at baptism. It was something that overshadowed him and was not him. This is available to any man or woman who seeks it.
These are meetings with the very best in myself. When I first had such a meeting I could not believe that this was a meeting with me. I wondered how it had got so mixed up with an external historic figure.
The meetings with Christ happened over a period of forty years. They
were wonderful meetings in which I was taught and healed. As David
Boadella writes, “In this booklet, which is intensely personal, Tony Crisp
writes of his encounters with the figure of Christ, in imagery, in deep
feelings, in states of self-transcendence, and heightened awareness; and
how these illuminated his understanding of birth, sexuality, death, and
the extraordinary within the ordinary.”
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We have been taught that Christ is a religious figure belonging to Christianity. The Christian Church have, as it were, cornered the market. But Christ is a name give to a natural part of us all. In older cultures is was called Krishna - Quetzalcoatl – Osiris.
In this book I describe what a meeting with this spiritual force can give us, and sometimes it is very radical. Such a meeting can happen to any one who opens themselves completely to Life – for Christ is Life.
The Christ lives in each and everyone. If only you knew the love it brings, you would see for yourself that the Christ is a force of nature open to all. The following is an extract from the book.
The next day, still feeling uplifted by the experience, I travelled to Athens airport to catch my plane back to England. As usual at the airport, there were people everywhere waiting for their flights. Some were sleeping on the floor. Others were sitting in various parts of the building. I found a space sitting with my back against a wall in the midst of many others doing the same thing. As I sat there thinking back on the events of the previous day, I looked up to see a Greek man walking across the open space in front of me with his small daughter. He was holding her hand, and it looked as if she had only recently learned to walk. Just as they were in front of me, about six or seven metres away, the child looked at me, let go of her father’s hand, and ran to me with arms wide. She ran into my arms to be hugged. I kissed her and she ran back to her father and they walked on. The people each side of me were astonished and asked me if I knew the child. I told them I had never seen her before. But inside myself I felt sure the small girl had seen the love and the light that were living in my house.