A Note from the Living Cosmogram

On Following the Way

Greetings Family

This is a brief reflection — not an article — offered from where my spirit is right now.

I love Jesus.

I follow the Christ.

That has not changed.

But it has become difficult for me to call myself a Christian when that word is being used to justify cruelty, terror, and the erosion of human dignity.

The earliest followers didn’t call themselves Christians anyway.

They called themselves Followers of the Way.

That language feels truer to my formation.

My spiritual home is Womanist Mysticism — Christ-centered, embodied, grounded in love, presence, and reverence for life. Scripture shapes my listening, but it does not limit my compassion. Naming God in my own tongue does not require me to deny God’s appearance in another.

This week, my soul has been vexed and grieved.

Children detained.

Communities terrorized.

People shot on U.S. soil.

Fear normalized.

Power wielded without love.

And so I ask, quietly but honestly: what god requires this?

I have studied scripture.

I have studied mysticism.

I have studied sacred traditions across cultures.

I cannot name a single one that blesses terror or calls domination holy.

Lament is not disbelief.

It is faith that refuses to lie.

Across history, when religion aligns itself with force and empire, the Spirit does not argue — it moves. It goes where presence is practiced, where bodies are regulated, where peace is embodied.

Which is why I notice this:

Buddhist monks are walking for peace.

Unarmed.

Quiet.

Present.

And in my grief, I name what I see:

Jesus called.

The Christians were too busy fighting.

The Buddhists answered.

This is not mockery.

It is mourning.

Because love still recognizes love when it appears.

This is the posture I carry into the Living Cosmogram — not certainty without compassion, not faith without conscience, but a commitment to the Way of love, presence, and truth.

If you are here, you are welcome.

— Ber-Henda

Follower of the Way