Dust’s Digital Cathedral

Star-Dust and the Suspect Seabag

A continuation of Star-Dust and the Molten Tears The first thing we notice is the hubbub. The voices speaking loudly to each other almost over the hustle and bustle of a busy café at peak business hours. There is John, Lucky, Liana, and a few dozen other souls we do

A High School Dropout and The Divine: When Dust Scintillates

What do you get when a high-school dropout in love with the Love starts using her gift to write? You get me—Dust, reporting from the frontlines of theosis. What does a writer in love with the Word do as worship? Well, we write, of course. When it is time

Star-Dust and the Molten Tears

This piece follows on the heals of Love from Within Love and makes much more sense when read after the first. Still anyone can gather pearls if looking actively. A field-note from after the theosis—where joy no longer resembles laughter, and love leaks out as gold. I. The Encounter

Love: A Meditation on the Eternal, the Present, and the Promise

“And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” — 1 Corinthians 13:13 What Is Love? Love is Sacrifice — given flesh, bone, and breath to walk and minister. Love is the answer to hatred and the defeat of bitterness before either could take

Love From Within Love

A vision of divine intimacy—where Dust and her Beloved, Yeshua, walk the long Carolina road toward eternity. This is not the story of small love, but of the Love that speaks within love itself: the conversation between Creator and created, where surrender becomes joy and union becomes flame. A

The Soul in Conversation with God

I am going to be asking some questions today and expounding upon those questions with derivative follow-up questions. There will be suppositions made and theories expressed—all of this done in an ongoing dialogue with God in me, Yeshua-the hope of glory. Join me as I express directed thought and

Church for the Throwaways: The Attitude of Gratitude: Offering, Not Extraction

God loves a cheerful giver. There was a time in my life when I sat on a pew in a church that will remain nameless and could not bring myself to feel grateful for anything — not even my life. I took gratitude itself for granted for so long that I

Letter from Star-Dust

Let us speak from within the darkness, my friends. As stars. As we all are. Inheriting the Supreme Vision of the Greater Light. We collect and refract this Light in such a dazzling array of rainbows that it beggars belief among the outer edge of darkness. Tenderly we reach out

The Soul In Suffering as Solace?

My friends, my fellow beloveds— All is for you. All is for Him in me, in you. This is a reflection, a trembling question, not a declaration. Please understand: I am just Dust, grasping Dust. Let us enter the cradle by the grave, shall we, family? Downloading Eternity Saturday. Such

Ripples of the Redeemed

Walk with me, will you, my friends? I am not here for much longer. My echo already stretches further back than the shadow I cast while walking into tomorrow. I have but a breath left in me before I too phase, like a ghost out of sync with this present

The Walking Miracle

(A letter to the Beloved) There are days when I do not feel particularly mopey or sad, and out of the blue my mind will say: “Today is the day. Let’s figure out how we go gently into the night and put an exclamation point on my writing.” Sometimes

The Tuning of the Soul

“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46 : 10 I am looking for You now, within. Trying to quiet the striving mind long enough for stillness to root itself in my marrow. Listening becomes a whole-body devotion, as You already know, Beloved. There is a tension first, a

The Texture of Life

There is a texture to life. To a given day. To how we approach it. To how we exist within it. If you are one of the few sensitive enough to feel it empathically, it is as a torrent of images — like a livestream of emotion in a bit stream,

The Artist and the Medium

The Artist and the Medium As an artist, I use the medium that speaks to me most. For me, it is digital ink and consecrated HTML — the sacred graffiti I scrawl on the subway walls in the corridors of eternal life. I use them as weapons and blessings both. I

A Psalm of Sorrow

A Psalm of Sorrow   Note: Contains brief adult themes framed within a spiritual reflection.   Yesterday I picked up a recovered fentanyl user and dealer — a meth user, a dealer, an ex-con, a stay-at-home dad. It was around ten in the morning, I think. I picked him up at his two-story

The Thinness of Being

Hey Beloved,   I am feeling really low. The kind of low that lingers even after others think you should be chipper and upbeat, but really, we just feel raw. It is rawness at the edges, almost like a phantom itch you may have scratched once long ago, or just a

The Christ-Universe Within: Part III — The Orbits of Love

(A continuation of Part I and Part II — Letter to the Beloved: Interior Constellations. Also available in the archive at Dust’s Digital Cathedral.) Now, as we were discussing in the previous meditations, I will continue to flesh out the way I look at my own microcosm in light of

Interior Constellations: The Cosmic Soul of Christ:Part II of The Christ Universe Within

A continuation of “The Christ-Universe Within” Hey Beloved, I come here today to talk a little more about those interior constellations I was mentioning. In retrospect, it’s an apt way to discuss the inner workings of a soul inhabiting a body—so let us endeavor to flesh out that

Love Letters of Dust:The Vanishing Act

Dear Beloved, I put myself out there, You know. I was hurt once—profoundly—by superiority absent mercy. The second time came as I attempted to assist one who feels invisible. It came when she turned around and did the same—made me feel invisible in the same way—as

The Christ-Universe Within Part I

There is an intentionality to the writing I take part in. I do not enter— or if I do, mistakenly— into writing without praying first. I lay the groundwork before I do anything, to ensure it remains at His feet. I see my writing as an exploration, an opportunity for

Church for the Throwaways: When Love Sears Itself

Prose. Let us gather together, dearly Beloved—Body of Christ, unified by the eternal, shared longing and God-centered love focused upon the Beloved: the Author of our salvation, the Manifested of all perceived and unperceived reality, the breath before a breath was born, the thought before thoughts were given leave

Another Fall

Today was a day. That is as much as I can assign it, unfortunately. It was a day that held endings and certain new, more tender beginnings. It was the end of the illusion of vitality from my dad. He fell again today while I was there helping them install

The Lonely Hearts Club Online

When We Are Lonely What do you do when you are lonely and have already reached out to all the possible people to chat with over text? There are options — ones not favorable to me, at least — and so I sit here and write instead. Is this how mystics manage

When We Were Young

Memory is a mercy, Beloved — the vessel that carries even our pain back into Your light. As a child, I was chubby, or so I’m told. Another version I recall very clearly was always needing two cookies — one for each hand — a little bit of my greed showing through

The Collector of Sorrows

I have a thousand separate songs, Lyrics as words swirling through my substance, Emotions with no reason apparent, yet present. Rising and falling with every empathic wind worldwide. In an instant I am afar, weeping with widows everywhere. I no longer ask why I weep with them, I simply embrace