Each experiences the Christos by the name they were taught.
But God help the soul taught there is no Christos.
But even they know there is more. Everyone knows there is more. In the moments of testing it becomes hard to deny.
Embodiment of Christos takes many forms, depending on how one was raised.
“Might it be?”...the heart questions, the question itself bearing testimony to the Truth.
Christos…we long for it, always mistaking other things for it. We grab at whatever first image of it we saw in childhood, whether Ganesh or science or UFOs or gold. We imprint on that first view, remaining fixated on it usually for the rest of our worldly life. But it is the Christos we crave, the Source of all, the Love that underlies and permeates all Creation, the embrace that awaits.
We once knew it, before our birth into time. We have not forgotten it. But we lost the touch.
Oh that welcoming baptism, cleansing, healing baptism, when we immerse in the Christos that awaits, in the enduring embrace, joy and beyond joy, security, comforting reassurance, embrace of the Light we always sought.