Meditation for the Unchained Mind: Sophia’s Fire in a Wounded World

“When you make the two one... then you will enter the Kingdom.” Gospel of Thomas, Saying 22

“I am the one who dwells in the ineffable and unknowable realms... and I am she who cries out in every city.”  Thunder, Perfect Mind

“To be African is to be the center of humanity’s memory. To be African in America is to be its broken mirror.”  LOUIS DWAYNE PILLOW 

I. REMEMBER: WHERE THE FIRE FIRST FELL

Breathe.
Let the silence rise like smoke around you.
Feel the weight of things unsaid, buried, stolen.

Before there was a Church,
there were voices in the wind,
scrolls in clay jars,
wombs that dreamed galaxies.
The Gospel was not yet gated behind gold altars,
it lived in the mouths of fishermen, lovers, rebels, and mystics.

Before Peter sat in Rome,
the words danced in the desert,
carried by African feet,
Alexandrian, Nubian, Coptic,
and Sophia, Wisdom herself,
was not yet demonized.

In Kemet, Maat held the scales,
not for judgment, but for harmony.
Thoth wrote the laws.
Isis knew the mysteries.
Truth and magic were lovers,
not enemies.

What happened?

When did the sword replace the scroll?
When did the woman become the witch?
When did the dark skin of the Madonna
become too inconvenient for Europe to remember?

When Rome adopted the cross,
it crucified the message and enthroned the messenger.
Only four Gospels made the cut.
Not because they were the clearest,
but because they were the most controllable.

And the rest?

The Gospel of Mary that centers the Magdalene
The Gospel of Thomas that proclaims the Kingdom is within
The Hypostasis of the Archons that unmasks the rulers of this world
The Apocryphon of John that reveals the Creator is not the Source
The Gospel of Philip, that whispers of divine union, not hierarchy

These were cast out like women at the council of Nicaea.

And yet… they survived.

In caves.
In whispers.
In Black bodies holding memory like maps.

II. REVEAL: HOW EMPIRE TAUGHT US TO FORGET

Pause.
Let your breath fall deeper now.
Let truth disturb your peace,
so that peace might burn through and become true.

We have worshipped a white God
on the soil of the enslaved.
We’ve sung songs of freedom
from hymnals printed by colonizers.

And now…
we cannot tell whose voice is speaking in our minds.

Is it the ancestors?
Is it the enslaver’s ghost?

Ask:
Who taught you to fear your intuition?
Who taught you to mistrust your body?
Who taught you your womanhood was weak?
Who taught you your manhood required domination?
Who taught you that salvation came in submission?

"The rulers are foolish and blind... they created man in their image."
Hypostasis of the Archons

Yes.
Perhaps the Archons still rule,
not just in high towers,
but in low thoughts,
in colonized theology,
in broken family trees.

They are patriarchy wearing priestly robes.
They are pharaohs reborn as presidents.
They are color-blind liberals who fear real equity.
They are missionaries who bring food with one hand and erasure with the other.

But still, the soul remembers.
Like a burnt scroll reassembling itself in dreams.
Like a drumbeat from Ethiopia
that shakes the walls of megachurches in Atlanta.

III. RISE: WHEN YOU SEE THE WHOLE TRUTH

Breathe again.
Let the veil be torn.
Let illusion die with dignity.
This is your resurrection.

The truth is not polite.
It does not knock.
It breaks in, barefoot and bleeding,
and asks you:

"Who are you without your colonized faith?"
"What do you know that your preacher never said?"
"What wisdom do you fear because it is too feminine, too dark, too ancient?"
"Why does your freedom feel so expensive — and who sold it to you?"

You are not a follower of empire.

You are the descendent of burned libraries.
You are the inheritor of stolen Gospels.
You are the grandchild of Sophia —
and she is calling you to remember.

Not just to know.
But to burn
with the knowing.

IV. RETURN: BECOME THE QUESTION

Now, be still.
Let the fire cool into light.
Not to blind — but to illuminate.

This meditation is not for comfort.
It is a mirror.
It is a path.
It is a key.

Do not seek answers too soon.
Instead, sit with these final questions:

What Gospels still lie buried inside you?

What would it take to resurrect your divine self — uncolonized, whole, holy?

What empire must you leave behind to follow your own soul?

If Sophia is weeping in your dreams, will you answer her?

Can you love yourself enough to remember who you were before they named you 'slave'?

“What you bring forth will save you. What you do not bring forth will destroy you.”
Gospel of Thomas