You Are Loved, Loving and Lovable
Jeshua proved you are not a body, you are free, you are as God created you. He asked me (and you, but maybe you weren’t listening) what if there were 10 million people who all understood Him? This web page is here to find out (without being all preachy).
About 1,988 years ago (depending on who you ask), Jeshua’s body died on a cross. This happened because Jeshua wanted to prove that his body was meaningless (if you already feel an argument coming on, click to another page because this one isn’t right for you at the moment), and so he let his body be crucified. Pretty dramatic from our point of view, but not from his. Then he reappeared to some of His followers (not as a ghost, but in His True form, which is our True form as well, as a Holy Spirit) all to prove his point: We are not a body, we are free, we are as God created us.
What if 10 million people came together to experience God-Love?
Flash ahead a few thousand years and Jeshua wondered what it would be like if 10 million people came together to understand their purpose is to extend God’s Love (really, to Live in Love, like some utopian dream amongst the naysayers who think people are inherently bad and don’t deserve anything better). Not as a religion (God knows that’s been done over the years with mixed results at best), but as a community of minds that work to extend God’s Will as their own will. People who have come to view Jeshua as an older, wiser brother, not to be worshiped, but to be followed, listened to and respected; and that awesomeness should be reserved for God, that together with Jeshua’s help, we can extend and reflect God’s Love and become fully aligned with God’s will.
Jeshua has said that we learn what we teach, so to be Love, Teach only Love.
Buddha Siddhartha Guatama Shakyamuni is said to have said that when the student is ready, the teacher will appear; and Jeshua is said to have said that if the teacher is of God, the student and teacher are both one. Welcome, Sisters and Brothers.
Perhaps we can call in the Holy Instant that God has promised and collect our True Treasure together.
I had always imaged God speaking to me in words, or maybe I had hoped for that. Some direct evidence of a connection with Him (at the time I thought of God as a male entity, although I don’t any longer). Maybe He would say something, or I would see some visual expression or a sign that would point directly to Him.
Nameless, thoughtless and absent of identity, the gift is offered, freely given, unconditional, and universally understood like the loving whisper of friendship among two who have not seen each other in such a long time that their faces need to come slowly into focus.
Like screaming children demanding the Creative be the way they deem It be, a tantrum of spiritual immaturity with the misguided impression that if there are enough like minds, and if every disparate mind is winnowed out, like weeds that can be pulled until the lawn of creativity can look like one vast sea of uniformity, then the Creative will stand up and notice and give recognition where it is long overdue.
In one life time on a distant planet, I lived with my people at the top of a mountain. Everything was stone. Our homes, markets, temples, all made of sun-drenched stone. The space was an oasis in an otherwise dusty desert.
When the planet failed, it happened quickly and violently, or at least it seemed that way to me. Just a few years and then a chain of events occurred and it was over. I remember souls streaming off the planet, like slivers of light pouring out in all directions.
Darkness All Around Us I came to Earth in what human history would call the Dark Ages. My memory of the lifetimes before my current incarnation are sketchy at best, which isn’t surprising. It’s hard enough to remember the recent past much less...
God was a woman, life-giving, and unpredictable, whimsical, loving and magical. Filled to overflowing with emotion and maternal guidance. We respected Her, and to do otherwise was to invite a host of misfortune.
When we see the world through the eyes of Christ, we see a different world and a different set of circumstances. The outcome is different. People are different. Their attitudes are different.
A short while after I settled with my congregation, I met a man who would become my spiritual counselor and God’s own agent of mercy and understanding. An old soul who had lived on earth many lifetimes named Whispering Winds.
Life During Death, or is it Death During Life? For a time, I had wondered how people could look at life in a body and see anything but pain and misery. The pact we make to be here is to buy into the ego and accept that death is real, and that...
You will be in the world, but never of it. And when you allow your mind to rest, you can always hear us; you can hear the voice of God; when you’re calm, the voice will come to you.
Had I been able to talk when I was born, my first words would have been “I need a smoke and a shot of gin,” but I wasn’t able to talk, and the feeling was a crawling, itchy, skin-piercing sharpness …