I am Maxine Culpa. Along with my late daughter Mia, I first became aquainted with Saint Sybian through our husband, Composer Felix Sebastian Culpa. He was born and raised in Calabria, Italia, near the site of the ancient Greek settlement of Sybaris, in the last century. When he was thirteen, Sybian began to appear to him, initiating him into her spiritual and sensual world. Felix, who was forced to disappear after unfortunate and definitely unsaintlike events , told us of Sybian's devotion to the pleasures of the father's creation: food, drink, the arts (particularly music and dance) all nature ---especially the body!! With the help of American Musicologist Patrick Lockwood, I have written these entries. Now, He also has been taken from us. Our new Scribe is Daniel Pierce, and our new Goddesss is Esperanza, whom Sybian herself has ordained. I hope that all who view this site will be encouraged to let their minds and senses wander to discover the voluptuous gifts the father freely gives us. Newcomers are urged to go to the earliest postings.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

From St. Sybian's "VITA VOLUPTUA"


What is to be gained by refusing the Father's gifts? "A closed hand quickly becomes a fist; an open hand reaches to caress. "

The priests will tell you they have the Father's gifts locked up in their chapels and tabernacles, and they are the ones who choose to whom these gifts are given. But they lie!! Do you think grace can be contained and rationed? Only items that are rare and sparse can be doled out to those deemed worthy. My Father's gifts are overflowing and abundant and everywhere, like loaves and fishes feeding thousands, like wine from water bringing joy and elation to wedding guests for a month! Not only is the father's mercy and forgiveness abundant, but so is his joy and laughter. His laughter!! Have you not heard the sound of our Father's laugh? What have you been listening to?
He longs to sing and dance with us, to toast the beauty of his rainbows and flowers. And in moments of his own drunken glory he will fling stars across the sky and laugh -- yes, LAUGH ---- as we "ooh" and "aaah."

Why kneel in a dark, damp, gloomy church, wailing and moaning over "your sins?" Do you really believe the Father is there?

Look in the eyes of your beloved, the smiles of the children, the serenity of your elders, the passion of lovers. Tell me: where do you think the Father is to be found?
Scroll 5: 10 -16
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