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COFE-CYEM Ancient Church Wisdom Teaching Via Negativa – Via Positiva Order of Christ in God

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Via Positiva through Via Negativa: The Order of Christ in God’s Ancient Church Wisdom Teaching

This paper presents a COFE-CYEM reflection on the interplay of Via Positiva (cataphatic knowing) and Via Negativa (apophatic unknowing) as the pathway into the singular Reality of Christ.

While it affirms the historic Christian faith centred on Christ, Scripture, and the gospel, several expressions — including “Fourth Truth”, “singular Reality”, and the various interpretive terms — are distinctive within COFE-CYEM.

They are offered as explanatory language within this framework rather than as part of the historic Christian creeds or universally accepted theological vocabulary.

We vehemently reject the modern day false Social Gospel.

In (our view and our belief) – the modern day Social Gospel is the Trojan Horse used by False Teachers to gain access to the Church to spread politically motivated (worldly) motivations, garbage, nonsense and lies.

The point is this: only through stripping away all the falsity of duality and the false man-made mind idols and the dualistic thinking about who and what God is, can we then truly rest in who and what God truly is.

Only then can we start to be known and to know God as we truly are without false duality. God can accept nothing less or more than what He sees and knows in His Son.

Then we can truly start to see and experience God in all we have to do with duality from our true reality within non-duality.

This is the heart of the Via Negativa leading into the Via Positiva in COFE-CYEM.

The way of unknowing clears the ground so that the way of knowing can be pure.

The soul must first release every “second” — every imagined separation, every mental idol, every dualistic construct — before it can rest in the singular Reality of God in Christ.

Only then can the believer truly see and be seen, know and be known, from the place of union rather than separation.

The Necessity of the Via Negativa

The Via Negativa is the way of stripping away. It is the gentle but thorough release of all false images, concepts, and attachments that the fallen mind creates about God, about ourselves, and about reality.

In the COFE-CYEM understanding, this is not a rejection of revelation but the necessary purification so that revelation can be received without distortion. Every dualistic thought — every notion of a separate self, a distant God, a second reality — must be seen for what it is: a man-made idol born of the Fall and the first Adam.

The Via Negativa is the practical discipline of Cofemplation. The soul lets go of every thought that implies separation. It releases every emotional attachment that creates distance. It drops every doctrinal formulation that would limit the living God to human categories.

This is not a violent emptying but a loving surrender. The mind stops striving to define God. The heart stops clinging to false securities. The will surrenders again into the hands of the Priest-King. Only then can the soul rest in the simple, unmediated presence of the living God.

The Revelation of the Via Positiva

Once the ground is cleared through the Via Negativa, the Via Positiva can shine with clarity. This is the joyful beholding of God’s self-revelation in Christ, Scripture, creation, and the indwelling Holy Spirit. In the singular Reality, God is not known through concepts alone but through loving union.

The Via Positiva is not opposed to the Via Negativa; it is its fulfilment. The soul that has released every “second” can now behold the One who is all in all without the interference of duality.

The Via Positiva reveals Christ as the exact representation of the Father. It beholds the finished work of the cross, the open Holiest of All, and the power of an endless life. It sees the body as a temple of the Holy Spirit, the mind as renewed, and the will as surrendered in love.

In the Fourth Truth, the Via Positiva is the celebration of the singular Reality: Christ is all, and we are in Him. The believer sees God not as a separate object from a separate self but from within the union that has always been true.

God Sees Us as We Truly Are in Christ

God can accept nothing less or more than what He sees and knows in His Son. This is the heart of the matter. The Father does not see us as we falsely think we are in duality. He sees us as we truly are in Christ — hidden with Him in God, complete in Him, accepted in the Beloved.

The second Adam (Christ) came into duality to lead us back to our true self in non-duality with God. He entered the illusion so that we might be freed from it.

In the now of the Fourth Truth Transcendence, we begin to see ourselves as God sees us. We no longer look toward God from a separate self in a body. We see our separate self in a body as God sees us from inside of Him, looking toward us and to who we falsely think we are in duality.

God knows this to be a man-made idol illusion from the Fall and the first Adam. The inner experience of God is the soul awakening to this truth. We see from within the union rather than from outside it. We know as we are known.

The Practical Outworking in Daily Life

In daily life, the interplay of Via Negativa and Via Positiva becomes the rhythm of Cofemplation. When dualistic thoughts arise — fear, judgment, striving, separation — the Via Negativa gently releases them.

When the beauty of Christ appears — in Scripture, in creation, in the face of another — the Via Positiva receives it with joy. The soul moves between release and beholding, unknowing and knowing, until it rests in the singular Reality.

This is the way the believer lives in the world but not of it. Duality is seen for what it is, yet the believer engages the world from the place of union. The body is not denied but offered. The mind is not emptied but renewed. The will is not crushed but surrendered. The believer serves the living God from the place of unclouded fellowship, seeing all things in Christ and all things held within the singular Reality.

The Fig Tree as a Symbol of the Visible Church

The incident of the Fig Tree in the New Testament is one of the most striking and sobering moments in the earthly ministry of Jesus. On the surface, it appears as a simple act of judgment upon a barren tree. But to those with eyes to see, it carries a profound esoteric meaning that speaks directly to the state of the visible church in every generation, including our own.

The fig tree in full leaf but without fruit is a perfect symbol of religious profession without spiritual reality. It had the appearance of life — many leaves — but no fruit to satisfy the hunger of the Master. In the same way, the visible church often stands with elaborate structures, rituals, traditions, and outward forms, yet bears little or no fruit of the singular Reality.

It claims to be the repository of Divine Wisdom and the channel of Divine Revelation, yet much of its life is exoteric and barren. The true interior vision — the living knowledge of Christ as the singular Reality — is often missing. The Divine Wisdom is not to be found in its public expression. There is no interior fruit; all is leaves.

This is the condition of much of the modern church. It has many leaves — programs, buildings, conferences, social initiatives, and doctrinal statements — but no figs upon its branches. The Master still hungers and would fain have found something worthy upon that tree, but could not. The true meaning of religion and faith has been lost and replaced by the false Social Gospel.

These false teachers are not of the Ancient Church of God or of the Order of Christ in the teaching of the Ancient Divine True Wisdom. They have turned the church into a platform for political activism, social engineering, and worldly causes. The gospel of the blood that cleanses and the life that empowers has been exchanged for a gospel of human effort, earthly justice, and self-assertion.

The Esoteric Meaning of the Fig Tree

The esoteric meaning of the fig tree is a warning and a call to repentance. The tree that bears leaves but no fruit is under judgment because it promises what it cannot deliver. In the same way, a church that professes faith but does not bear the fruit of the singular Reality stands under the same indictment.

The fruit that the Master seeks is not mere religious activity but the living expression of union with Christ — the fruit of the Spirit, the life of the Melchizedek priesthood, the rest of the Fourth Truth lived out in daily existence.

The fig tree incident is not an arbitrary act of anger but a prophetic parable. Jesus knew the tree was withering away and indeed almost dead. It had often been helped by the true seers and prophets who came unto it — the remnants of the Ancient Israel — but though these came to it and gave their message from the Lord during a long period, covering long ages, yet it could not be enlivened and made to bear fruit.

The same is true today. The visible church has been helped by true voices across the centuries, yet much of it remains barren. The Divine Wisdom is not to be found in its public expression. There is no interior vision; all is exoteric and, in many cases, reduced to social and political agendas.

The Call to Bear Fruit in the Singular Reality

The incident of the fig tree is a call to the visible church today to return to the true meaning of religion and faith. The true Israel is not a political or ethnic identity but the people in whom Christ is formed. The true church is not an institution but the body of Christ, the temple of the Holy Spirit, the living sanctuary where God dwells. The call is to leave the leaves of externalism and bear the fruit of the singular Reality.

The fruit that the Master seeks is the fruit of the Fourth Truth: rest in the finished work, union with the living Christ, the life of the Melchizedek priesthood lived out in the power of an endless life. It is the fruit of a people who have recognised that there has never been a second and who live from that recognition. It is the fruit of a church that has returned to the Ancient Divine True Wisdom — the gospel of the blood that cleanses and the life that empowers.

The Master still hungers for a people who will bear fruit. The fig tree stands as a warning. The church that has many leaves but no figs will wither. The church that returns to the singular Reality will be enlivened and made to bear fruit. The call is clear: repent and believe the gospel of the singular Reality. Enter the Holiest of All. Abide in the Priest-King who lives continually. Serve the living God from the place of rest.

The fig tree and its esoteric meaning stand as a solemn warning and a gracious invitation to the visible church today. The true meaning of religion and faith has been lost and replaced by the false Social Gospel. These false teachers are not of the Ancient Church of God or of the Order of Christ in the teaching of the Ancient Divine True Wisdom.

The Master still hungers for a people who will bear fruit. The incident of the fig tree calls us to examine ourselves: are we full of leaves but barren of fruit, or are we bearing the fruit of the singular Reality?

The Fourth Truth stands as the way forward. There has never been a second. The Holiest is open. The Priest-King abides continually. The call is to return, to repent, and to bear fruit unto God.

Conclusion

The Via Negativa and the Via Positiva are not opposing paths but complementary movements within the singular Reality. Only through stripping away all the falsity of duality and the false man-made mind idols and the dualistic thinking about who and what God is, can we then truly rest in who and what God truly is.

Only then can we start to be known and to know God as we truly are without false duality. God can accept nothing less or more than what He sees and knows in His Son. Then we can truly start to see and experience God in all we have to do with duality from our true reality within non-duality.

In COFE-CYEM, this is the way of Cofemplation. The soul releases every “second” so that it may rest in the One who is all in all. The Via Negativa clears the ground. The Via Positiva reveals the glory. The Fourth Truth holds both in the finished work of the Priest-King. The curtain is torn. The Holiest is open. The soul rests in the singular Reality.

There has never been a second.
The Via Negativa leads to release.
The Via Positiva leads to beholding.
The Fourth Truth holds both in union.
The dialogue continues.
The fruit remains.

The Fourth Truth stands. The dialogue continues. The fruit remains.

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The Ascendents

Ancestry, Memory, Humanity, and the Upward Calling of the Living

We have been taught to say that we are descended from those who came before us.

The word is not wrong. It is genealogically useful. It traces the stream from the spring, the branch from the trunk, the child from the parent, the living from the dead. It tells us that we are not self-made, not self-originating, not isolated sparks floating in the void. We come from somewhere. We are carried into being by names, bloodlines, migrations, accidents, loves, wounds, prayers, hungers, wars, fields, fires, and forgotten hands.

Yet the word troubles me.

For to say that we are descended may also suggest a downward motion, as though we have fallen from some ancestral height. It can feel as if the past stands above us in solemn judgment, and we, the living, are merely the lower remainder: diminished copies, scattered seed, thin-blooded heirs of stronger people.

We speak of descent as if we are always coming down.

Down from the fathers.
Down from the mothers.
Down from the old country.
Down from Eden.
Down from glory.
Down from the dead.

But what if the truth is not only that we descend from them?

What if we ascend from them?

What if we are not the falling away of our ancestors, but their rising continuation?

What if we are the place where the buried become conscious, where the forgotten become remembered, where the unfinished become possible, where the dead are not merely behind us but beneath us — not as a weight dragging us downward, but as roots pressing life upward through the dark?

To be human is not simply to be descended.

To be human is to be ascendent.

Not ascendant in the arrogant sense. Not ascendant as empire is ascendant, not as a conqueror ascends a throne, not as a nation ascends by trampling another underfoot, not as wealth ascends by feeding upon the poor, not as the celebrated ascend by making the nameless disappear.

That is false ascendancy.

That is Babel.

That is the tower built upward by those who refuse to look downward at the bodies embedded in its bricks.

The ascendancy I mean is humbler, older, stranger, and holier. It is the rising of life from soil. It is the green blade through the graveyard. It is memory becoming mercy. It is grief becoming wisdom. It is ancestry becoming vocation.

We are not above our ancestors because we are better than they were.

We are above them because they are beneath us as foundation.

The child stands higher than the parent only because the parent has bent low.

The living stand higher than the dead only because the dead have become earth.

Every generation is lifted by those who are no longer visible.

This is the first doctrine of the Ascendents: we rise from what has been buried.

We rise from bodies and stories. We rise from names spoken and names erased. We rise from villages burned and fields planted. We rise from ships, cabins, kitchens, trenches, meetinghouses, reservations, prisons, refugee roads, hospital rooms, schoolhouses, barns, factories, cemeteries, and quiet beds where the dying whispered blessings no one wrote down.

We rise from all of it.

Not only from glory.
Not only from virtue.
Not only from noble sacrifice.

We rise also from sin.

This is what makes ascent morally dangerous.

For our ancestors do not hand us only wisdom. They hand us wounds. They do not give us only courage. They give us cowardice disguised as prudence, prejudice disguised as tradition, violence disguised as necessity, greed disguised as providence, silence disguised as peace.

To be ascendent is not to romanticize the past.

It is to redeem it by telling the truth.

A person who worships their ancestors remains trapped beneath them. A person who despises their ancestors cuts themselves off from their own roots. But a person who honors their ancestors truthfully becomes capable of rising.

Honor is not flattery.

Honor is not nostalgia.

Honor is the severe mercy of remembrance.

To honor those before us is to receive what was good, repent of what was evil, grieve what was broken, and carry forward what was unfinished.

We are the living edge of their becoming.

We are their unresolved sentence.

We are their prayer still traveling.

We are their question still being answered.

This means that the past is not dead in the simple way we imagine. It is not gone merely because the bodies are gone. The past continues to move through us as habit, language, land, fear, blood pressure, lullaby, recipe, doctrine, posture, accent, suspicion, hope, inheritance, and unexamined reflex.

History does not stay in books.

History enters the nervous system.

A war may end, yet its tremor continues in the children of the children of those who survived it. A displacement may be recorded as an event, yet the hunger for home may live for centuries. A massacre may be omitted from the official monument, yet the ground remembers. A church may repent in words while its architecture still faces the wrong direction. A family may never speak of grief, yet every child learns how to lower the voice around sorrow.

The dead are not silent.

They speak in us.

The question is whether we will listen.

The Ascendent is one who listens downward in order to live upward.

This is not ancestor worship. It is ancestor responsibility.

Nor is it progressivism in its shallow form. Progress, as commonly preached, often imagines time as a ladder on which the present naturally stands above the past. It assumes that because we come later, we must be wiser. This is foolishness. Chronology is not sanctification. The future can be more brutal than the past. Technology can amplify barbarism. A people may move forward in time while moving backward in soul.

No, ascent is not automatic.

Humanity does not rise merely by surviving.

We rise only when remembrance becomes transformation.

We rise when the grief of one generation becomes the compassion of the next.

We rise when the violence of one generation becomes the refusal of the next.

We rise when the silence of one generation becomes the testimony of the next.

We rise when the buried cries of the forgotten become the moral hearing of the living.

“The blood of your brother cries out from the ground.”

That ancient sentence is the foundation of all history.

The ground is not mute. The earth is not neutral. Soil is archive. Dust is witness. Every field has its dead. Every town has its omitted chapter. Every nation has its sanctified lie. Every family has its locked room. Every monument has a shadow. Every victory has a graveyard of the unnamed.

The Ascendent does not merely ask, “Who were my ancestors?”

The Ascendent asks, “Whose blood is beneath my feet?”

Not because guilt is the final word.

Guilt alone can paralyze. Shame alone can distort. Accusation alone can become another form of vanity, where the living make themselves dramatic by endlessly displaying the wounds of the dead.

The purpose of remembering is not to become impressive in our sorrow.

The purpose of remembering is to become faithful in our living.

To be ascendent is to understand that I am not an isolated self. I am a crossing point. I am a confluence. I am made of many streams, some clear, some polluted, some holy, some poisoned, all meeting in the temporary river of my life.

My task is not to pretend the waters are pure.

My task is to help them run cleaner through me.

This may be the deepest meaning of repentance: not self-hatred, but generational purification. Not the rejection of one’s people, but the healing of what one has received from them. Not a descent into despair, but an ascent into truth.

Repentance is how ancestry becomes possibility.

Without repentance, inheritance becomes repetition.

Without remembrance, repentance becomes vague.

Without love, remembrance becomes accusation.

Without courage, love becomes sentiment.

The Ascendent must hold all four together: remembrance, repentance, love, and courage.

Only then can the past become seed rather than chain.

There is also a personal meaning here.

Each of us carries within ourselves earlier selves. The child, the adolescent, the wounded one, the ambitious one, the ashamed one, the hopeful one, the foolish one, the frightened one, the one who failed, the one who survived. We often speak as if we have descended from those selves into disappointment. We look back and say, “I was once more alive. I was once more promising. I was once closer to what I might have been.”

But perhaps we also ascend from our former selves.

Perhaps every earlier self, even the embarrassed and broken ones, is part of the root system.

I rise from the child who dreamed.

I rise from the young person who misunderstood.

I rise from the failure that humbled me.

I rise from the wound that opened me.

I rise from the grief that deepened me.

I rise from the fear that taught me how much I needed grace.

Nothing is wasted if it can be transfigured.

This does not mean everything was good. Some things were evil. Some things should not have happened. Some wounds are not secret blessings. Some suffering does not ennoble; it damages. Some losses remain losses.

But even what cannot be justified may still be gathered.

Even what cannot be called good may still be refused the final word.

The Ascendent does not say, “All things were good.”

The Ascendent says, “Even here, I will rise.”

Not by denial.

By truth.

Not by domination.

By integration.

Not by forgetting.

By carrying.

This is why ascent is not escape. It is not floating away from the earth into disembodied purity. True ascent is rooted ascent. The tree rises because it goes down. The mountain ascends because it is grounded. The resurrected body still bears scars.

Any spirituality that rises by abandoning the wounded is not ascent but evasion.

Any politics that rises by erasing the poor is not ascent but conquest.

Any theology that rises by despising the body is not ascent but contempt.

Any family story that rises by silencing the inconvenient dead is not ascent but propaganda.

The true Ascendent rises with scars visible.

This is where humanity stands.

We are a species that has learned to fly but not yet learned to kneel. We have ascended into the air, into orbit, into code, into machines of astonishing power, yet our moral imagination often remains tribal, fearful, acquisitive, and easily bewitched by idols. We can split the atom and still cannot share bread. We can map the genome and still cannot honor the stranger. We can remember data forever and forget the dead almost instantly.

So the question is not whether humanity is technologically ascendant.

The question is whether humanity is morally ascendent.

Will we rise from our ancestors or merely repeat them with better tools?

Will we carry forward their wisdom or only refine their weapons?

Will we remember the forgotten or continue to build monuments to the victorious?

Will we become more human, or only more powerful?

The Ascendents are not those who dominate history.

They are those who redeem memory.

They are the ones who refuse to let the common dead remain common in the sense of disposable. They remember the foot soldier beside the general, the farmer beside the statesman, the Indigenous village beneath the colonial map, the mother beneath the family name, the enslaved beneath the plantation ledger, the child beneath the statistic, the refugee beneath the border argument, the prisoner beneath the ideology, the enemy beneath the uniform.

They understand that every human being is an ancestor of the future.

This is a terrifying thought.

How will the future ascend from us?

What soil are we becoming?

Will our lives be root or rubble?

Will those who come after us have to heal from us, or will they be strengthened by us?

Surely both.

We too will hand down contradiction. We too are mixed. We too are capable of tenderness and harm, courage and cowardice, insight and blindness. The Ascendent is not pure. The Ascendent is accountable.

Perhaps that is the most we can ask of any generation: not purity, but accountability; not perfection, but faithful transformation; not innocence, but the courage to become better ancestors.

To be an Ascendent, then, is to live with one’s face turned in two directions.

One face turns downward toward the dead and says:

I remember you.
I receive you.
I grieve you.
I forgive what can be forgiven.
I name what must be named.
I will not pretend you were gods.
I will not pretend you were monsters only.
I will carry what was holy.
I will heal what was harmed.
I will not let your suffering vanish.
I will not let your sins rule me.

The other face turns upward toward the unborn and says:

I am trying.
I am unfinished.
I am clearing what I can.
I am planting what I may never see.
I am refusing some inheritance so you need not bear it.
I am preserving some inheritance so you may be nourished by it.
I am becoming soil for your rising.

This is the holy middle place of the living.

We are between the buried and the unborn.

We are the narrow bridge of breath between memory and hope.

We are the Ascendents.

Not because we have arrived.

Because we are called upward.

Not upward away from the world, but upward into fuller humanity.

Upward into mercy.

Upward into truth.

Upward into responsibility.

Upward into reconciliation.

Upward into the difficult radiance of becoming worthy of the dead.

And perhaps this is why the dead haunt us.

They do not haunt us merely because they are restless.

They haunt us because we are.

They haunt us because something in them remains unfinished in us. They haunt us because the lie has not yet been confessed, the grave has not yet been marked, the name has not yet been spoken, the wound has not yet become wisdom, the inheritance has not yet become blessing.

The haunting is not only terror.

It is vocation.

The dead rise in us so that we may rise from them.

And if we listen closely enough, beneath every field, beneath every town, beneath every family tree, beneath every national myth, beneath every human triumph, there is a murmuring from the ground. It is not only accusation. It is not only lament. It is also invitation.

Remember us.

Tell the truth.

Rise better.

Become what we could not.

Carry us toward the light.

So let us no longer say only that we are descended.

Let us say also that we are ascended from.

Ascended from dust.
Ascended from grief.
Ascended from labor.
Ascended from women whose names were not recorded.
Ascended from men who did not know how to speak their sorrow.
Ascended from children who died too soon.
Ascended from migrants, prisoners, farmers, singers, sinners, saints, cowards, prophets, fools, and friends.
Ascended from the blood that cried out.
Ascended from the prayers that rose before us.
Ascended from the earth that holds us all.

And let us become, for those who follow, not a ceiling but a root.

Not a burden but a blessing.

Not a curse but a calling.

Not the final height, but one more living terrace on the long climb of mercy.

For humanity is not yet finished.

We are still rising.

We are still being judged by the dead.

We are still being summoned by the unborn.

We are still becoming the answer to our ancestors’ unanswered prayers.

We are The Ascendents.