The Sands of Nag Hammadi

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In 1945 thirteen leather-bound papyrus codices were found at Nag Hammadi, Egypt, believed buried after 367 when St Athanasius declared anathema such non-canonical books.

Today, all but a few of the 52 treatises recovered are known as the Gnostic Gospels. Anathema or not, these ancient writings confirmed my own experience of spiritual-gnosis.


52 words, written for Sammi’s Weekend Challenge

 

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22 Responses to The Sands of Nag Hammadi

  1. Violet Lentz says:

    You go girl! I could not for the life of me fluidly put that word to use. U nailed it! Nice job!!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Brian Bixby says:

    I have to admit that for me, eggplant is anathema.
    But that’s a loose, informal use of the term. I admit I do not claim eggplant is accursed of God.
    Well, at least not until I become one.
    I’m still waiting.

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  3. Brian Bixby says:

    I was going to try for a clever comeback, but, no, said to myself, β€œCrispina owned me on that one. Just admit it, Brian. Sometimes you just can’t top the other person.”

    Liked by 1 person

    • crimsonprose says:

      This is unusual, though, Brian. You have to admit it. πŸ™‚

      Liked by 1 person

      • Brian Bixby says:

        Clearly, I have passed my mental peak, and am on the way to becoming a drooling, demented old man.

        Or else maybe you were just clever.

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      • crimsonprose says:

        I am occasionally clever. Besides, I think I might be totally through that CFS?ME stuff now, and maybe my brain has fully (?) recovered from the encephalitis. Though I think not that cos I get horribly forgetful. But that could be age, stirring its nasty gnarly old fingers into my brain. If I cat it, I tell you, I’ll thrash it.
        And I would not consider you any place near to being a drooling, demented old man. Not yet. Though we all are born to age … if we’re so fortunate to live so long.

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