“You may be a lover, but you ain’t no dancer,” screams Paul McCartney derisively on Helter Skelter. I always wondered what that meant. And I wondered why he sounded so angry. Turns out there are a lot of posers in this world, a lot of false prophets who sing and dance for their own glory and not for the glory of God. Sooner or later, these phonies are exposed, if not to the world at large to their own inner selves. I’m of the mind that we should avoid that eventuality and seek to find proper alignment with the inner divinity sooner and not wait to be painfully unmasked by the Shadow.
This is the difference between a lover and a dancer, at least as I understand Paul, and I understood when I discovered the Hymn of Jesus in The Acts of John. It’s a remarkable piece of religious history that celebrates dancing as the precursive act leading to death and rebirth—a holy and mystical act of union with the divine. The whole thing is about the circle of being, about light and dark being the same thing—about the Uroboros.
I admit there is deeper mysticism here than I am able to grasp. But Lord Almighty, is my inner compass pointed at this realm! For me, the portal to this realm is on the dance floor.
Is it necessary to point out that this is a religious allegory? People are so jumpy these days, they want to sterilize history so they can avoid owning the pain of human darkness, which is shared equally by all, incidentally.
The hymn has a lot of love for the Father, but I don’t. I don’t have a lot of love for any of the Fathers these days. It’s a phase, I guess. But I don’t feel the Fathers have done a too marvelous job ruling the world the last few thousand years. It’s time for the Mothers to have a go at it. I sing my dance hymns to the Mother, but to each her own, yes?
I don’t know.
All I know is, there is a need to dance more and speak less.
The Hymn of the Lord
Which He Sang in Secret to the Holy Apostles, His Disciples
Now before he was taken by the lawless Jews,
who also were governed by the lawless serpent,
he gathered all of us together and said:
Before I am delivered up unto them let us sing an hymn to the Father,
and so go forth to that which lieth before us.
He bade us therefore make as it were a ring,
holding one another's hands,
and himself standing in the midst he said:
Answer Amen unto me.
He began, then, to sing an hymn and to say:
Glory be to thee, Father.
And we, going about in a ring, answered him:
Glory be to thee, Word:
Glory be to thee, Grace.
Glory be to thee, Spirit:
Glory be to thee, Holy One:
Glory be to thy glory.
We praise thee, O Father;
we give thanks to thee, O Light,
wherein darkness dwelleth not.
Now whereas we give thanks, I say:
I would be saved, and I would save.
I would be loosed, and I would loose.
I would be wounded, and I would wound.
I would be born, and I would bear.
I would eat, and I would be eaten.
I would hear, and I would be heard.
I would be thought, being wholly thought.
I would be washed, and I would wash.
Grace danceth. I would pipe; dance ye all.
I would mourn: lament ye all.
The number Eight (Ogdoad) singeth praise with us.
The number Twelve danceth on high.
The Whole on high hath part in our dancing.
Whoso danceth not, knoweth not what cometh to pass.
I would flee, and I would stay.
I would adorn, and I would be adorned.
I would be united, and I would unite.
A house I have not, and I have houses.
A place I have not, and I have places.
A temple I have not, and I have temples.
A lamp am I to thee that beholdest me.
A mirror am I to thee that perceivest me.
A door am I to thee that knockest at me.
A way am I to thee a wayfarer. .
Now answer thou unto my dancing.
Behold thyself in me who speak,
and seeing what I do,
keep silence about my mysteries.
Thou that dancest, perceive what I do,
for thine is this passion of the manhood, which I am about to suffer.
For thou couldest not at all have understood what thou sufferest
if I had not been sent unto thee, as the word of the Father.
Thou that sawest what I suffer sawest me as suffering,
and seeing it thou didst not abide but wert wholly moved,
moved to make wise.
Thou hast me as a bed, rest upon me.
Who I am, thou shalt know when I depart.
What now I am seen to be, that I am not.
Thou shalt see when thou comest.
If thou hadst known how to suffer,
thou wouldest have been able not to suffer.
Learn thou to suffer, and thou shalt be able not to suffer.
What thou knowest not, I myself will teach thee.
Thy God am I, not the God of the traitor.
I would keep tune with holy souls.
In me know thou the word of wisdom.
Again with me say thou:
Glory be to thee, Father;
Glory to thee, Word;
Glory to thee, Holy Spirit.
And if thou wouldst know concerning me, what I was,
know that with a word did I deceive all things
and I was no whit deceived.
I have leaped:
but do thou understand the whole,
and having understood it, say:
Glory be to thee, Father.