There was a time when the face of the divine wasn’t a bearded patriarch, a pregnant goddess, an abstract force or a nebulous consciousness. Instead, it was a boy.
In the ancient world, the Divine Boy—puer aeternus—could as readily be the center of spiritual devotion, the purveyor of ecstasy. He was the embodiment of creative desire, the raw spark of life, the generative seed.
But in place of the spontaneity and vitality of divine boyhood, we have substituted the severity of a courtroom with its rigid structures and laws for everything. Hence the self-preoccupied Grand Architect has supplanted the fleshy, sensual Boy-God, but only in the outer, material world and in the minds of its denizens. For in the human heart He lives still, only awaiting the hour of His éveil and nurture, that He may grow powerful in fulfilling His potential as Liberator of those who worship Him.
