What is my identity?  What is yours?

Genetically, I look like my parents and their ancestors. I act like them. I can flare my nostrils like my siblings and my dad. We all find ourselves hysterically funny. I subscribe to the tribe and feel I belong with them.

Intellectually, I gravitate to stories of creation and videos of space. I’m excited by patterns and numbers, symbols and their manifestations, space and genetics, and ultimately relevance. How did man perceive his relationship with Diety? What do ancient people’s relics and structures and rocks left behind demonstrate about their perceived identity? What did they know?

As I relentlessly gratify my wanderlust, I am dumbfounded by one major realization. In the vast array of diversity, humans are, essentially, all the same.  Sitting on the subway in the US mirrored sitting on the subway in Denmark, Germany, or Hungary.  Standing in line for tickets in Egypt looked exactly like standing in line in the Netherlands, Jerusalem, or Chile. Reactions are the same. Personality fluctuations are similar. It is astonishing.

family-1350754_640There are semantic differences of course. While driving through Mexico’s gorgeous Yucatan, I noticed that none of the houses had doors and most had dirt floors. In nearly every house, I could see a hammock hung across the small room, usually filled by someone swaying in the humid afternoon breeze. I’ve never seen houses without doors in America. And in the US, most of the hammocks I see are empty.

But the houses, tents, and yurts of the world are filled with people, families, all going about their lives, different in approach, but driven by similar needs and desires—shelter, necessities, love, belonging, purpose.

And I wonder. If we’re really all so very similar, and all children of God, then why don’t we treat each other that way?  What’s not to love? What’s not to “get” if we’re all, ultimately, part of the same tribe?

Is it because we’ve actually forgotten our truest, most fundamental identity?

One of my favorite stories about forgetting and remembering comes from an ancient text called the Pistis Sophia. The story, or hymn, is called “The Pearl” or “The Hymn of the Robe of Glory.”

Discovered in 1773 and translated from old Syriac, scholars think that Pistis Sophia was written around the 4th century AD. The hymn is attributed to the Apostle Thomas who supposedly wrote it while imprisoned in India.

The following version of the hymn was translated around 1870 by William Wright.  

I hope you enjoy it, too.

“When I was a little child, 
and dwelling in my kingdom, 

in my father’s house, and was content with the wealth and the
luxuries of my nourishers, 

from the East, our home, 
my parents equipped me (and) sent me forth; 

and of the wealth of our treasury 
they took abundantly, (and) tied up for me a load 

large and (yet) light, which I myself could carry,

gold of Beth-Ellaya, 
and silver of Gazak the great, 

and rubies of India, 
and agates from Beth-Kashan, 

and they furnished me with the adamant, 
which can crush iron. 

And they took off from me the glittering robe, 
which in their affection they made for me, 

and the purple toga, 
which was measured (and) woven to my stature. 

And they made a compact with me, 
and wrote it in my heart, that it might not be forgotten: 

“If thou goest down into Egypt, 
and bringest the one pearl, 

which is in the midst of the sea 
around the loud-breathing serpent, 

thou shalt put on thy glittering robe 
and thy toga, with which (thou art) contented, 

and with thy brother, who is next to us in authority, 
thou shalt be heir in our kingdom.” 

I quitted the East (and) went down, 
there being two guardians, 

for the way was dangerous and difficult, 
and I was very young to travel it. 

I passed through the borders of Maishan, 
the meeting-place of the merchants of the East, 

and I reached the land of Babel, 
and I entered the walls of Sarbug. 

I went down into Egypt, 
and my companions parted from me. 

I went straight to the serpent, 
I dwelt in his abode, 

(waiting) till he should lumber and sleep, 
and I could take my pearl from him. 

And when I was single and alone 
(and) became strange to my family, 

one of my race, a free-born man, 
and Oriental, I saw there, 

a youth fair and loveable, 
the son of oil-sellers; 

and he came and attached himself to me, 
and I made him my intimate friend, 

and associate with whom I shared my merchandise. 
I warned him against the Egyptians, 

and against consorting with the unclean; 

And I dressed in their dress, 
that they might not hold me in abhorrence, 

because I was come from abroad in order to take the pearl, 
and arouse the serpent against me. 

But in some way other or another
they found out that I was not their countryman, 

and they dealt with me treacherously, 
and gave their food to eat. 

I forget that I was a son of kings, 
and I served their king; 

and I forgot the pearl, 
for which my parents had sent me, 

and because of the burden of their oppressions 
I lay in a deep sleep. 

But all this things that befell me 
my parents perceived, and were grieved for me; 

and proclamation was made in our kingdom, 
that every one should come to our gate [kingdom], 

kings and princes of Parthia, 
and all the nobles of the East. 

And they wove a plan on my behalf, 
that I might not be left in Egypt; 

writing-1209121_640and they wrote to me a letter, 
and every noble signed his name to it: 

“From thy father, the king of kings, 
and thy mother, the mistress of the East, 

and from thy brother, our second (in authority), 
to thee our son, who art in Egypt, greeting! 

Call to mind that thou art a son of kings! 
See the slavery,–whom thou servest! 

Remember the pearl, 
for which thou was sent to Egypt! 

Think of thy robe, 
and remember thy splendid toga, 

which thou shalt wear and (with which) thou shalt be adorned, 
when thy name hath been read out in the list of the valiant, 

and thy brother, our viceroy, 
thou shalt be in our kingdom.” 

My letter is a letter, 
which the king sealed with his own right hand, 

(to keep it) from the wicked ones, the children of Babel, 
and from the savage demons of Sarbug. 

It flew in the likeness of an eagle, 
the king of all birds; 

it flew and alight beside me, 
and became all speech. 

At its voice and the sound of its rustling, 
I started and arose from my sleep. 

I took it up and kissed it, 
and I began (and) read it; 

and according to what was traced on my heart 
were the words of my letter. 

I remembered that I was a son of royal parents, 
and my noble birth asserted itself.

I remembered the pearl, 
for which I had been sent to Egypt, 

and I began to charm him, 
the terrible loud breathing serpent. 

I hushed him asleep and lulled him into slumber, 
for my father’s name I named over him, 

and the name of our second (in power), 
and the of my mother, the queen of the East. 

And I snatched away the pearl, 

and turned to go back to my father’s house. 

And their filthy and unclean dress I stripped off, 
and left it in their country; 

and I took my way straight to come 
to the light of our home in the East. 

And my letter, my awakener, 
I found before me on the road; 

and as with its voice it had awakened me, 
(so) too with its light it was leading me. 

It, that dwelt in the palace, 
gave light before me with its form, 

and with its voice and its guidance 
it also encouraged me to speed, 

and with its love it drew me on. 

I went forth (and) passed by Sarbug; 
I left Babel on my left hand; 

and I came to the great Maisan, 
to the haven of merchants, 

which sitteth on the shore of the sea. 

And my bright robe, which I had stripped off, 
and the toga that was wrapped with it, 

from Rantha and Reken(?) 
my parents had sent thither 

by the hand of their treasures, 
who in their truth could be trusted therewith. 

And because I remembered not its fashion,–
for in my childhood I had left it in my father’s house,– 

on a sudden, when I received it, 
the garment seemed to me to become like a mirror of myself. 

I saw it all in all, 
and I to received all in it, 

for we were two in distinction 
and yet gain one in one likeness. 

And the treasurers too, 
who brought it to me, I saw in like manner 

to be two (and yet) one likeness, 
for one sign of the king was written on them (both), 

of the hands of him who restored to me through them 
my trust and my wealth, 

my decorated robe, which 
was adorned with glorious colors, 

colorful-665758_640with gold and beryls 
and rubies and agates 

and sardonyxes, varied in color. 
And it was skillfully worked in its home on high, 

and with diamond clasps 
were all its seams fastened; 

and the image of the king of kings 
was embroidered and depicted in full all over it, 

and like the stone of the sapphire too 
its hues were varied. 

And I saw also that all over it 
the instincts of knowledge were working, 

and I saw too that it was preparing to speak. 

I heard the sound of its tones, 
which it uttered with its….., (saying): 

“I am the active in deeds, 
whom they reared for him before my father; 

and I perceived myself, 
that my stature grew according to his labors.” 

And in its kingly movements 
it poured itself entirely over me, 

and on the hand of its givers 
it hastened that I might take it. 

And love urged me too run 
to meet it and receive it; 

and I stretched forth and took it. 
With the beauty of its colors I adorned myself, 

and I wrapped myself wholly in my toga 
of brilliant hues. 

I clothed myself with it, and went up to the gate 
of salutation and prostration; 

I bowed my head and worshipped the majesty 
of my father who sent me,– 

for I had done his commandments, 
and he too had done what he promised,– 

and the gate of his….,
I mingled with his princes, 

for he rejoiced in me and received me, 
and I was with him in his kingdom, 

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and with the voice of…. 
all his servants praised him. 

And he promised that to the gate too 
of the king of kings with him I should go, 

and with my offering and my pearl 
with him should present myself to our king.”

 

About Delisa Hargrove
I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have moved 64 times and have not tired of experiencing this beautiful earth! I love the people, languages, histories/anthropologies, & especially religious cultures of the world. My life long passion is the study & searching out of religious symbolism, specifically related to ancient & modern temples. My husband Anthony and I love our bulldog Stig, adventures, traveling, movies, motorcycling, and time with friends and family.

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