A God Incarnate: The Life Path of the Master Jesus

By Sande Two Eagles

Who was this man called Jesuswas he God, man, or both?

A God Incarnate gives a completely different slant on the life of the man who came to teach the world the higher law, a new way of living that did not include the formation of institutions that forced people to only to those who had the Power.

This book tells of the continuation of his life after his crucifixion and purported death. In exile the story continues in many lands where many legends speak of his physical presence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jun 16, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452535470

Sande Two Eagles

Born at the end of the Second World War, Andree Smyth, writing under the name of Sande Two Eagles, is of English and American parentage; the eldest of five children, mother of four, grandmother of twenty-six, and great grandmother of three. Sande and her family moved to Australia and lived there for over thirty years; she is now living in United States. This, her second book is part of a series of channeled information in the 'Making of the Gods series'. The first - The Creators of Terra was published in 2001.

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A GOD INCARNATE

THE LIFE PATH OF THE MASTER JESUS

Sande Two Eagles

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This work was channeled from the spirit known as Jeroshim

Copyright © 2011 Sande Two Eagles

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DEDICATION

To my spirit friends for their time and patience and to Yeshu, without whom this book wouldn’t have been written at all. To one’s personal truth, may it always remain so.

Contents

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PROLOGUE

There shall come from the lineage of Ancient Kings and Masters, A Prince of Peace, a man of Judea and he shall lead all people with the power of truth and shall cast out the liars and the warmongers. His words shall be the sword of truth for his Father and the lineage of peace from his mother. He shall be called Man of Peace, Master of Light and he shall teach all people who they are and from whence they come.

He shall be called Yeshu, son of a God of spirit, he who walks in the light and truth of his birthright. His mother shall bear the blood of the Ancient ones and his Father shall be called Mikhail, the God of Truth.

The Father shall uplift him that cometh in light and his place shall be assured in the annals of heaven and earth. He that shall come in the name of all people shall be their shepherd, their Master Teacher and their example. For he shall be born of the spirit, live with the spirit and be glorified as the son of promise and fulfilment…

So be it!

-o0o-

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1

Yeshu in Exile

The ancient master looked at the children and young people around him and sighed. He knew his life was almost over and it was time to teach this new group of Mother Earth’s offspring the new laws and the new ways – old ways really – but to them they would be new and would serve to guide them in their future lives; lives that would in the future entail that they become a leading light in a world doomed to darkness and ignorance.

Yeshu moved around until he found a comfortable position and smiled – he was old, very old in the eyes of the ones who sat before him. He had lived in this land now for the last 20 years of his life and had been teaching them of his Father’s words and the words of the old ones in spirit. He thought back across the span of years to his own youth and smiled; maybe he would tell them of his life – they liked stories of warriors and seers – perhaps that would be as good a teaching tool as any he had ever used.

He had visited so many lands upon his exile from Judea – he had seen so many things and learned so many new concepts of life itself. How could anyone not leave this earth filled with joy and awareness of how great the plan of life and creation was? How could they not enjoy the twists and turns of life that brought so much to them – joy, peace, emotions to master and growth of soul and most of all friends – yes he had much to be grateful for, even those who had wrongly condemned him for a traitor. He looked down at his hands – they still bore the scars of those wicked nails – these were a reminder that not all men were followers of truth and free will. Those who had done this to him would always be trapped by their own sense of self- importance.

It brought him sadness to know that he had had to leave his beloved mother and stepfather in a land where he was now marked as a traitor and would not be remembered as a prophet or seer, even the knowledge that he was indeed the son of God was lost to them, he knew they still sought a messiah to bring them out of enslavement – a messiah that had to come from within each man and woman themselves. One day, he murmured to himself, one day they may find that that sort of freedom has to be paid for with flesh and blood.

A young woman leaned forward and touched his hand.

We are ready grandfather – tell us of the great mysteries of life and of Great Spirit.

Yeshu smiled at the young woman before him and his mind wanted to wander to his own children and grandchildren. But he took a deep breath and began to tell of his own story and that of his family.

-o0o-

In Spirit

Gabriel stood watching her beloved son and sighed.

I do not wish my son’s life to end at my desire, but to have him here again with us will be so wonderful, I have missed him so much.

Michael placed his arm around his wife’s shoulder and pulled her close to him.

His journey will be complete at the telling of his story. He does not realise the importance of this final journey. These people will hold fast to the truths this day, and pass them down to their children’s children. We shall rejoice beloved wife, we shall indeed, at the return of our earth born son; all spirit shall rejoice with us. Come let him tell his story and plant the seeds to a bright new race of beings.

Gabriel shook her head.

No, let me sit with him in this moment of his life, and be there to greet him when he comes home. I need to make this journey with him, so that it will be fresh in both our minds upon meeting. Grant me this Michael, speak to the others for me, they will understand.

Michael leaned forward and gently kissed his wife and left her side. Gabriel made herself a comfortable place to observe, and cast her mind back to the beginning of that so important part of man’s history.

Her mind drifted first to her own position on the earth; her excitement at her own placement in a family that would be the base for the stepping stones of life and truth. Her struggle to find herself and to develop gifts and traits that would be important as the mother of the son of a God and daughter of an ancient race of beings whose choice it had been to be a part of this most important journey.

‘Had I been aware enough to understand the importance of your birth and the subsequent journey my friend, I would not have been so restricting.’

Gabriel turned to see Khareem, her long-time friend and spiritual sister.

‘To be born upon the earth is a risk at all times my friend and to remember or to find that sacred memory in the midst of such turmoil is often the most impossible thing to do. You did what was right for me, for I did not fail, and neither did the journey in spite all of earth-kind’s misguided desires. Do not, dear friend waste the energy in regret, for this is another most important step in man’s history and to go back and add regret to the energies of life, will do nothing for this most sacred moment.’

Khareem smiled at her friend and nodded.

‘May I join you for a while, to relive is to bring new hope and I would share that energy with the earth-kind and to hear and see him again brings joy to my soul and to the souls of others. I would that I could have been a part of his life, for he was a man to reckon with. Many times I have felt his power and when he walked and talked with God it seemed that the very realms of spirit vibrated with the conjunction of two such great souls.’

Gabriel listened as she watched another part of the spiritual realm, and saw many gather to listen to what the Earth Master taught – her earthly aunt and uncle waved and sent love as they again relived their part in hers and Immanuel’s journey. She did not see Joseph the Carpenter – Azrael – but then he still had not reconciled himself to that most sacred of tasks, so he would not wish to relive the moments that were almost his downfall.

-o0o-

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The Story

Mary attended the Jewish Synagogue upon the Sabbath, with her mother and her aunt; she looked around at the other women who were worshipping there. Their fathers and husbands were in another part of the Synagogue – men and women not being allowed to worship together. She did not understand why it was that they had to attend the Synagogue - she much preferred her own form of service and her own way of devotion. Her parents had told her it was the law, and the law must be followed; but the God of the Jews could not command their hearts and souls.

Upon the completion of the service, Mary and her family walked home to participate in a small feast and then to household chores and duties. It was during these chores that she would allow her mind to wander and seek answers to questions that seemed ever to fill her mind.

She knew that soon she would be old enough to attend the School of the Essenes, where she would learn the history of her people and the prophecies that the Masters had taught for many generations. She knew that some of those prophecies spoke of a new Master who would be born in Judea, one born through the line of her relatives. The Jews also had this prophecy, but they believed that the Master would become king of Judea, and be of the line of David.

Mary knew that she was of a direct line of kings, but because she was a female, she could never hope to take the throne; not that she had any desire to. Another, who was cruel and unjust, held the throne now, by conquest and he would use any form of persuasion to keep it. He would, she knew use all forms of violence and persecution to retain a throne he had taken in blood and vengeance.

Her teachers in the Temple of the Brotherhood of Light taught a non-violent way of life and her own mother and aunt had taught her that peace and harmony made for a successful home. Her father had never raised his hand to any in his household, not even a servant, he was ever a kind and caring man and she loved him dearly.

As she worked, Mary remembered, as a child, dreams that she had had of another world where people were always busy, and where she was greeted by another name; she could not remember that name now. Because she believed that people had other lives, she felt that she was more than one person - a living being upon the earth and a spiritual being who lived on another plane of existence.

Mary’s parents were wealthy and her mother, Martha was a member of the council of women and her father was the holder of a high position in their village and Temple. This being the case, Mary received many good things in life but was not allowed to leave the compound of her home without a bodyguard who worked for her father.

She would watch as the dedicated or initiates fed the beggars at the gate to the village and she often saved bread and treats for them to put into their food baskets as they went each day to minister to the sick, maimed and hungry. Many of these poor unfortunates that were served by the dedicated, would know where the sweetest fruit and morsels came from and would wave to her and bless her for her goodness and kindness of thought.

Since she was a female, Mary was not allowed to carry money upon her person, a task that was fulfilled by a male servant. It was something she had grown up with and her mother had grown up with so it wasn’t too irksome having to make selections of articles on market day and having another pay for it. She knew that if she wished to give coin to a widow with many children, she could so indicate to her purse carrier and he would, by pre-arrangement with her, know how much to give.

But one thing that became a bane to her was the law that the Jewish Synagogue or Rabbi could only give alms on one day of the week, and only to those who were sanctioned. The Masters of Brotherhood of Light believed in the giving of alms, but in return, they asked for an honest day’s labour in one form or another. They taught her that it gave earth-kind a good self-image. To beg they said was a form of laziness that would not make for good citizens of any country.

This working for alms could only be done on the days of the week that were not classified as holy. Should a beggar or worker seek alms on the Sabbath, he or she would be stoned to death.

It had always confused Mary, as to why one could not help people on the Sabbath; surely the Jewish God would not mind his people being helped, even on a day of rest. Many people travelled through their land and sought out the Temple of the Brotherhood of Light, because they knew that for service, they would be fed and clothed as to their need.

Mary, you are daydreaming again. Have you finished brushing that fleece, Elizabeth wants it to finish off that blanket for your bride gift?

Mary began to brush the soft fleece she had on her lap. Her bride gift; she was 10 years old and was betrothed to a man older than she was. His family were not as wealthy as hers, but he was, as her father had said, an honourable man.

Joseph, a carpenter, lived in nearby village; his mother lived with him and ran his household. His uncle, also named Joseph, lived in a large town in Egypt a few days from where they lived, he was a merchant who was a business partner of her father’s. It was he, Joseph the Merchant who arranged the marriage between their families.

Mary!

Mary dropped the brush and looked up at her mother.

Mary my child, when are you going to stop day-dreaming? You will soon be a woman and then you will move to the home of Joseph the Carpenter and his mother. They won’t tolerate this idleness from you.

I am sorry mother. I do not mean to be idle. I just find myself thinking about things and then I seem to drift away. I hope it is a long time before I become a woman mother, then I won’t have to leave you.

Martha looked at her only child and shook her head. Her husband had been most disappointed when Mary had been born. He had wanted a son, a boy he could train to follow him in the business and one who could also fulfil a few of the prophecies of The Brotherhood.

It wasn’t that he did not love Mary; he just wished she had been a boy.

Come, we will finish that together. Elizabeth will be arriving later this afternoon and we can give it to her then. Shall we sit outside and look at the hills, it is cooler under the trees?

She picked up the basket of fleece and led the way out into the gardens and onto a sparsely grassed area. A servant had followed them with a blanket and cool fruit juice and wine. They made themselves comfortable and Martha began to teach Mary about the ceremony for womanhood and also the duties of a wife.

-o0o-

Elizabeth helped Martha to put away the vegetables that had been gathered from the gardens. Mary was taking a music lesson from an initiate of the Temple

Elizabeth spoke.

She needs some formal education before she marries Martha, a lot more than we had. The school of the Essenes has classes for young girls of good families, as well as home tutors, I feel sure they will take her. Her background and heritage are enough to gain her entrance.

Martha walked outside to the well; Elizabeth followed. It was much cooler outside and they were less likely to be overheard by servants, who had the habit of repeating conversations.

What can she learn there, that I cannot teach her? She is to be married to a carpenter; he won’t want her to be that well versed in anything but the law and history of our people. His mother is strong in her own beliefs and wanted Joseph to be a rabbi, but because of his father’s faith, he was not able to do so.

Elizabeth sighed with impatience.

Martha, when are you going to accept that your daughter isn’t just any child? She is of the blood line of ancient kings and it has been prophesied that she will bear a child who will be the new Master.

Martha turned to face her sister.

I do not want to talk about that Elizabeth. How can a son of a carpenter become a Master of Judea?

Elizabeth made to speak again, but Martha forestalled her.

Enough sister; I do not wish to speak of it, now or ever.

Her sister shook her head and muttered to herself. She knew what she knew. Her dreams and the words of her husband had confirmed this knowledge. She did not know why Martha was so afraid of it all.

-o0o-

In Spirit

The spirits of Elizabeth and Zachariah smiled down at the Master they loved so dearly – a master who had been to them in spirit a peer and fellow youngling. They looked towards his mother, a friend from another realm of spirit who had been rescued from a world of disaster and mayhem.

How their journey had been changed by the events of the momentous moment of the birth of a godling; a link re-established with the spiritual realm that had been lost in the journey of earth-kind. Another of their ilk had been born to them as the forerunner of the Master – a being who even now was working in the spirit prisons, to teach the truths of Immanuel. He was a devout follower of Yeshu, and would often sit in spirit listening to Him who walked upon the earth, enjoying all that he could not when he was upon the earth but a few years previously. This beloved disciple was their son, John, cousin to Yeshu.

‘Elizabeth’ turned towards Gabriel and saw that they had been observed. She placed her hand upon her heart then her fingers upon her lips and saluted her special friend. Gabriel smiled lovingly and returned the greeting.

-o0o-

The Story

Aunt Elizabeth, what is it like to be betrothed and married? Is Uncle Zachariah a good and patient man?

Elizabeth, feeling every year of her age looked kindly upon her little niece.

Mary, are you so afraid of being a wife and mother? You love children and will no doubt have lots of them.

They walked in silence for a while, into the orchard, where the trees were just flowering. Mary reached up and picked a blossom and held it gently in her hands.

Aunt Elizabeth, I have to talk to someone, will you listen to me and not tell my parents what I have to tell you?

I do not know Mary it depends on what it is. I cannot promise silence if it is something that is harmful to anyone.

Mary shook her head.

No aunt, it isn’t that! I have had dreams that seem so real and I do not know what to do about them.

Elizabeth laughed.

Oh Mary, all young women going through puberty have those types of dreams.

Mary looked confused.

What type of dreams Aunt Elizabeth?

Elizabeth reached out and took hold of Mary’s arm.

It does not matter. Come, let us sit under this tree and you can tell me about it. If it isn’t harmful, then I will keep your secret with joy.

Mary led the way to the tree and sat down, leaning against the trunk of the ancient tree. She looked up at the rustle of the leaves above her, and saw a beautiful white dove sitting in one of the branches, looking down at her. She shuddered and felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck.

Come and talk to me little niece, I am listening.

Mary took a deep breath and began to play with the tassel on her robe.

Aunt Elizabeth I had a dream that a strange being seemingly made of light came to see me, naming himself a messenger from the spirit realm. He told me that I was to be the mother of a special child, who was my son in the realms of heaven. The being said that the child would not be fathered by my husband, but by a high spiritual person, whom I had known in spirit.

Elizabeth’s face paled as she looked at her niece. She schooled her features and calmed the flutter of excitement within her breast.

Mary, this is a true vision, for when I was a child I was also visited by spirit, and was told that I should bear a child in my old age, a son who would be the forerunner of a Great Master; one who would unite the world by the truths he would bring. This child of mine would prepare the way for a mighty prophet who would come and bring a higher law for the people of Judea, to live by; a law that would take over from the old laws.

Mary’s face brightened.

Oh Aunt Elizabeth, you do not think I am crazy or have an evil spirit then?

Elizabeth put her arm around the young woman beside her.

No Mary, I do not. I think though that for a while, this should be our secret. We can talk to each other about it and allow it to bring comfort to our minds and hearts. If God has chosen us to have special children, then we should rejoice and find peace in that.

But what about Joseph, the being said that it wasn’t to be his? I could be divorced for adultery under the Jewish law and stoned.

Elizabeth shook her head.

This was a messenger from God Mary. He would not allow this to happen to you. The Angels of light will talk to Joseph about it I am sure. Please do not worry little niece; all will be well. Go in private and give thanks to God for the blessing of being chosen above all women. It is something that I do, your uncle Zachariah, is a priest in the Temple and he would advise this also.

Mary sighed.

I wish mother would allow me to attend the school of the Essenes, but Joseph does not want a wife who is more educated that he is. Mother says that I only need to know the basics. Joseph wants me to learn something of Judaism and I want to learn of our own history - I want to learn all I can.

Elizabeth smiled.

Perhaps we can ask Zachariah to teach you, he was a student and a master at the school. Joseph won’t know then, and I am sure your mother won’t mind.

Mary’s face beamed.

I would like that Aunt. I really do want to learn.’ Her voice softened. ‘If I am to have a special son, I want to teach him and make him proud of having me for his mother.

Elizabeth hugged her niece.

He will love you Mary, how could he help it?

-o0o-

Mother, Mary will come to my home, when she is ready to do so. I cannot force her to live here with u;, she is of a very tender age.

Esther shook her head.

"If she stays with her mother any longer, she will send her to that school, I know she will, that sister of hers will persuade her. I do not believe in women being learned, it is too manly. You should be the only one who has the wisdom.’

Your first son will become a King in Judea, I know this, and it shall be you who will be his advisor. I have had those dreams again, of a son, your son, wearing some sort of crown; put there by the Romans.

Joseph listened to his mother with as much tolerance as he could muster. He felt sure that what she said was true, but he did not want her putting fancy ideas into his betrothed’s mind. No, it was better that she stays with her parents for a few more years yet, he did not feel the need to take on the responsibility of a young child bride, he frankly did not have the patience.

Mother, let us talk of this another time. I have to attend meetings at the Synagogue and do not wish to be late. The rabbi is talking about the old laws, and how we can enforce them, over and above those of Rome.

Esther nodded wisely.

Oh yes my son, go. Do not be afraid to speak up and offer your opinions. You need to make yourself noticed with this group. They will be the ones who will stand behind your son when he comes to power and you need to have them in your pocket. Let them know your lineage and the lineage of your betrothed.

Joseph shook his head, and walked out the door muttering to himself. A co-worker, also on his way to the meeting, greeted him and together they walked to the Synagogue.

The law was that all men were commanded to serve in the Synagogue, even though they might hold positions in the Brotherhood of Light. Joseph had found himself drawn to the Synagogue because it gave him a sense of power that was not available to him through the Brotherhood. He aligned himself with many important Jewish people so that it would gain him not only prestige, but also the chance to be among clever and wealthy patrons of the Synagogues.

The meeting had been a long one and when Joseph returned home, his mother was asleep in her room. He poured some fresh water into a cup and sat outside the door looking up at the sky. Sometimes he wondered about ‘out there’, he had asked the Rabbi, when he was younger, what was out there. He never did find out. Joseph had tried hard to be a good Jew, he worshipped as they had asked him too, but sometimes he found them insipid and very pedantic about simple issues. They would often argue for days over one small point that to him meant nothing at all.

Had his own father lived, he would have been brought up completely in the belief system of the Brotherhood, but because his mother had been born a Jewess, he was transferred almost immediately, upon his father’s death, into the care of the Rabbis. He would sometimes go to the services and meetings of the Brotherhood, but when his mother found out, she would weep and mourn him as though he were dead to her. His father’s brother, Joseph the Merchant was sympathetic to his plight, and would often teach him of the Brotherhood and their beliefs and customs.

Because of this uncle, he was to gain a bride from amongst those who were not only wealthy, but also enlightened in the teachings of The Brotherhood. His own beliefs wavered with the strength of the moment; the power of the times he lived in.

He shook his head and stood up; a voice drew his attention to one side. He turned to face the voice and saw before him a being, seemingly surrounded by light. It was bright - bright enough for him to have to shade his eyes against it.

"Joseph, I am a messenger of God, I am called Jeroshim, and I have come to tell you that God has decreed that you shall raise a son that will be given to your espoused wife, Mary. This child will be a gift from God, and the son of a God and shall be borne of the ancient line of kings.’

You must prepare yourself for this and be guided by Zachariah for he has been chosen by God to serve his people and he also shall bring forth a son in his old age who shall be as a messenger coming before the chosen one.

Joseph stood, mouth slightly open, not knowing whether to pinch himself; demand proof or just listen. He chose to listen. Again the messenger repeated his words and then asked Joseph if he understood. Joseph nodded and then watched as the messenger walked away and then seemingly disappeared.

I must be more tired than I think. Sleep, yes, sleep is what I need right now.’ He laughed to himself, ‘my wife to bear a son of a God!

Joseph nearly fell from laughing so much – but he wasn’t sure whether the laughter was from amusement, or fear. He tipped away the rest of the water, on one of his mother’s plants and then moved inside, still shaking his head and muttering. He offered his prayers and then lay down to sleep, putting the ‘vision’ out of his mind as much as he could.

-o0o-

Yeshu in Exile

Straight Arrow sat listening to the master and unbidden, tears began to flow down his cheeks – he was a young man, not yet ready for the rites of manhood, but had felt drawn to this Shaman from the moment he had been born upon the earth. He looked up as he felt the ‘old one’s eyes upon him and received from him a smile that touched his soul in a manner that seemed to open the gates of the ‘lodge of the Ancient Ones’ for him.

His thoughts formed slowly and with great clarity – ‘I know of these things, for my soul still walks the realms of spirit, I see these beings that he speaks of in the flesh as now angels in his Father’s world. He speaks of me as he talks of the chosen ones in spirit; the valiant souls to have come down in this time to be beacons of light for the earth children who have found themselves in the darkness of doubt and fear.

The Master – Yeshu had ceased speaking and smiled at his young protégé and Straight Arrow felt his spirit leap within his body and a new radiance cast itself upon his being – he wanted to turn and gaze up into the world of spirit for he knew that those with whom he had shared his spirit life, were watching him at this very moment – he wanted to rise and dance the steps of the ancient ones – the dance and songs of honour and praise.

He turned his mind back to the Master, but felt the touch of a mother who had borne him in another life, and the father who served God. The tears continued unbidden down his face – a face that glowed with knowledge and joy.

Yeshu smiled as he also felt the touch of those who waited with his mother and relived his mortal pathway.

-o0o-

The Story

Elizabeth lay quietly by her husband’s side, looking up at the stars through the open door in the roof. She hoped it would not rain, there were many clouds covering the sky, but the open room door allowed cool air to circulate and bring them a comfortable night’s sleep. She went over again and again what Mary had told her and felt her heart burn within her. If this then was true, could she, at this age, bear a son – a much-wanted child – for herself and for her husband?

She turned to look at her husband, old now, but just as young at heart as when they had first met. She smiled and lightly touched him; he did not stir. He was a good man, caring and loving. Not once had he berated her for her lack of children. Not once had he taken another woman as concubine under the law, to be mother to his children. It was she whom he loved and he would not compromise her in any way.

Elizabeth had not had the dream for a long time; she had almost placed it upon the shelf of her other unfulfilled dreams. Mary had brought back the memories and they became strong and firm within her mind, and again she felt the burning within her heart and knew great joy and peace. Yes, it was true, she would bear a son to her husband and they would rejoice in this gift of life to them in their old age. Her son and Mary’s would be friends and co-workers for the furtherance of truth, not only in Judea, but also throughout the known world. Perhaps even together, they would overthrow the teachings that Rome imposed upon them and establish the truth of the Brotherhood in its place.

What joy her husband would find, in the knowledge of her conception, when it happened. He would be like a small child, given a gift that he had secretly desired for a long time. It would please her to give him this gift of a child and she prayed to God and gave thanks for the re-affirmation of his message to her.

The love she had for this gentle man beside her flowed through her to surround him and as if he had heard, and in answer to her message of love, he rolled over and gathered her in his arms. Elizabeth slept with a smile upon her lips.

-o0o-

Martha finished the baking for the Sabbath, and put away her utensils. She had been thinking about Elizabeth’s offer to have Zachariah tutor Mary in many of the understandings beyond that which was normally accepted for a woman, even in the Brotherhood. She knew that her own husband would not approve, but since he did not take part in Mary’s upbringing, the decision would be hers alone.

Her young daughter has pleaded so diligently with her eyes, while her voice belied her desires. Martha smiled as she remembered Mary’s stating that she would abide by her mother’s decision, believing that her mother knew best and what was right for her.

What harm could there be? What could Zachariah teach young Mary that would be so radical? He was a good and holy man, a strong worker in the Temple of Light and respected by his fellow masters and peers. Her little Mary, she was a wise child even now, and she would not use her knowledge against her future husband. Perhaps she could pass some of her knowledge onto her children and that would be pleasing to all concerned.

Her decision made, Martha indicated that the servants could now complete their tasks and prepare for their own Sabbath. Blowing out the candle waiting for her in their room, Martha disrobed and slipped quietly into bed beside her sleeping husband. With a sigh of relief, she gently fell asleep.

-o0o-

CHAPTER

3

The Story

Mary gathered all her personal belongings together, the maid servant took them from her and packed them in the baskets, strapped across the back of one of the journeying donkeys. Her heart ached within her at leaving her home, her mother and all those she felt comfortable and secure with. She raised her head and listened to the muted voices of Joseph and her father.

Joseph the carpenter - a seemingly kind man, not like Zachariah of course but a man of words and thoughts. Although not wealthy he had a tolerable income, enough to support a wife, his own mother and minor servants. Her own dowry would supply many of her needs and the needs of any future children. Many times her mother and her Aunt Elizabeth had spoken to her of the necessity of the acceptance of a woman’s place in their world.

She did not disagree with their points of view, after all, according to the Jews, women had been the second choice of God, so how could she expect preferential treatment from man, who was made in the image of God.

A secret smile played about her lips. Mary did not believe that women were the second choice of God, she and Zachariah had discussed this many times and he had chuckled and told her that God always left the best to last, the first was always a test to himself and the world.

Mary, are you ready my child? Joseph wishes to arrive home before it is dark and you have a long way to travel

Martha stroked her daughter’s hair gently as she spoke.

I am going to miss you my child – no, you are not a child any longer – but I’ll come and visit often, I promise. Your father has said that he will allow this and so has Joseph.

Mary could find no words to reply, she just reached out and held her mother close to her and allowed her tears to flow freely for the last time in public. She was gently pushed away, and allowed one last look around before her mother placed the cape around her shoulders, and pulled the hood up over her head.

A sinking feeling in her stomach was not helped by the requirement of being embraced by her father, and told to be a good wife and produce healthy sons and not too many daughters. She looked at this man who had not had much to do with her life and then at the mother she adored.

Thank you father I shall be obedient as the law demands and as my goodly mother taught me.

A hand extended towards her and she took it hesitantly and felt the strength of the carpenter as he led her to the mounting block beside a silver grey donkey, looking as docile as Mary felt right at that moment.

No words were spoken. Joseph mounted the donkey on the other side of Mary’s and nodded for the servant to lead on. Mary raised her head one more time to be able to see the face of her mother. Tears tried to force themselves through unwilling eyes, but she wouldn’t let them. Martha was crying, as was her right as a mother, but Mary would not cry again, crying was for children, and she was no longer a child.

As they rode through the streets, many people shouted blessings on them both for their new life together, and some even threw precious flower petals as a sign of respect for her family name. But all in all, it was an unexciting journey through the rest of the town, out into the countryside and to the home of Joseph and his mother.

The sun was low in the sky when Joseph got down from his donkey and led Mary’s through a gateway into a walled yard. He called out, and his own servants came, followed by his mother, who embraced her son and made a huge fuss over him. Mary sat astride the donkey, waiting for assistance to get down. An older serving man came forward and placed a block just below her feet and then held out his hand to her. Mary gratefully took hold of it and slid down off the donkey onto the block and then stepped lightly onto the ground.

She waited as she had been told to do, to be recognised by Joseph’s mother. It seemed she waited a long time and felt a sinking feeling in her stomach – her mother-in-law did not like her.

Esther turned towards the young woman, and pushed her hood gently back.

Welcome to your new home daughter, I know you will be a dutiful wife and an excellent daughter to me. Please come inside and sup with us, tomorrow is time enough for you to learn how to be a good house wife.

Mary mumbled a brief reply and followed Esther into the house. She looked around, it was a large house by the normal standards, and kept clean and tidy. It seemed her mother-in-law had a special place for everything. Mary could see the outlines around the cooking utensils, made by the smoke that never seemed to escape from the kitchens during cooking.

She was shown to a small room at the top of the house, which was reached by a ladder attached to the wall and through a doorway onto the roof. It was a neat room, and big enough for her and her belongings. She took off her cape and took the jug of warm water left outside her door and filled the basin. The water felt good and she was soon refreshed.

Having made sure all was tidied away she stepped out onto the roof of the house and looked around her. The sun was setting against the hills in the background and the beauty of it made her gasp with awe.

Thank you oh God for this beauty to remind a woman like me of your handiwork. I rejoice in my calling upon this earth and rejoice in your notice of me.

A voice startled her and she turned to face her mother-in-law who had spoken.

I am sorry mother-in-law for tarrying, I was admiring God’s handiwork.

Esther smiled and nodded.

"Yes indeed, it is good to see that you are a believer and know enough to thank God for all things. We are but the drops of tears in his eye, and yet he does not brush them away and cast them aside.’

I know that the contract of marriage states that you must be allowed to worship in your own Temples and to teach your children your own beliefs, but I am a devout Jew and will practice as I see fit. I cannot say I am happy that my brother in law chose a young women from among the Brotherhood of Light, but since my own husband followed that teaching I cannot deny that a wife chosen from amongst their people should be a part of my household.

Esther turned to the waiting servant and nodded, he led them to the ladder from the roof to the ground floor and helped them both down. Mary took one last look at the diminishing light and joined her mother-in-law in the kitchen where they would eat.

During the meal, Esther and Joseph spoke on many subjects that Mary would have loved to join in, but her mother’s words reminded her of her place in her new home. So in silence, she ate her meal and allowed her thoughts to wander where they would – and so ended her first day in the home of her new husband.

-o0o-

The Master of Law, from the Brotherhood of Light, stood and carefully looked at the man before him. He knew he was not a bad man, stubborn sometimes and often very opinionated, but he was the son of one of their leaders a man who had paid his dues to the Temple, and was a good son to his mother. His request had taken them all a little by surprise and he was not sure how to answer this man - this carpenter of Galilee.

Your child wife is but 15 years of age Joseph and by our understanding of the contract with her parents; you are required to wait until she is at least 18 before you take her as your legal wife. The contract stated that she would be raised for the last part of her young life in your home, so that she could come to you, knowing you better. Her parents and the marriage broker stipulated this. Why do you wish to change things now?

Joseph raised his head in impatience.

She is my wife Master, in all but name; she has been with me for a year. I feel it is time that we had children, my mother desires a grandchild before she dies, and she has been very sick during this last year.

The Master shook his head.

It isn’t enough Joseph I cannot sanction the breaking of a contract for such reasons. No, I cannot comply with your request; the marriage will take place at the time specified and no sooner. If you have needs Joseph, then take for yourself a concubine, it is recognised by all and expected of a man.

Joseph bowed low to the Master and left. He placed the offering in the bowl and walked purposefully out of the Temple grounds and back to his own house. He went straight to his workshop and began to work with his wood.

Yes, working with the wood he felt better, he was the master and the wood shaped and formed itself under his hands. He did not believe he was a disagreeable man, but he also did not think the Master was right. His mother had been ailing now for a long time and desired only a son for him to carry on the family line. She had tried to force him to see the rabbi, but he knew that they would not become drawn into a battle of law and words with the Brotherhood of Light, unless they could win.

Their words to him had been that he had chosen to select a wife from amongst the Brotherhood and so he must abide by their rules regarding the contract of marriage.

A slight tap on the door interrupted his thoughts and he called out for them to enter. Mary slipped inside the workshop and offered her husband a bowl of fruits steeped in cold wine.

I thought this would refresh you husband, I know you like it cold.

She offered the bowl to him, with her eyes lowered, as was the normal procedure. He liked her humility and her obedience to his mother’s wishes. She would make a good wife and mother. He took the bowl from her and sat down and directed her to sit on the bench by the wall.

You are a good woman Mary, and will make an excellent mother to my children. I went today to ask the Masters of Law to set aside the marriage contract and allow you to be my wife in more than just name.

He watched as Mary raised her eyes and looked him full in the face; she trembled visibly. He could not take her now, for the angel had told her that she would bear the son of a God. It was a long time ago true, but it seemed so clear to her mind and remembrance. The expression on her husband’s face showed that he was quite serious in his words. Mary’s fear allowed her doubts to creep in, perhaps it had been just a dream; a dream that she had embroidered each time she remembered it. But she answered her husband’s statement

You cannot Joseph; you know you cannot!

Joseph felt anger at being answered in that manner; he had not expected Mary to be so vehement about something that she should have expected from a healthy man.

I can do what I wish Mary, but because of your young age, I have decided to take a concubine and any child she will bear, will be raised by you, but won’t take the place of a son that I desire to be my heir in all things.

The relief upon Mary’s face was so evident, that it made Joseph even angrier. He had not considered that there was another motive other than fear of him that was causing this distress in his wife. He had understood that it was normal for wives to be nervous of their husbands, but he believed that Mary was going beyond the normal.

Did you think that our marriage would be in name only for the rest of our lives Mary? You are my wife and one day, will be so indeed and I will take no out of the way excuses for your behaviour.

Mary had ceased to tremble and raised her eyes again to those of her husbands.

I do not fear you Joseph. I will do my duty as your wife and future mother to your children but first I have a duty to God and that must come first over all things.

Joseph was visibly shocked – the vision - he had forgotten the vision. Had they already visited Mary and told her about it? He had to have time to think; he picked up the now empty bowl and handed it to his wife.

Do not be afraid Mary, I won’t break the contract and you won’t need to bother yourself about what I do. You are a good woman and I am well pleased with your care of my mother and my household. We shall do well I am sure.

Mary took the bowl and left the workshop and all but ran into the house. She washed the bowl, put it in its place and then rushed to her room on the roof. She sat outside the room and looked out over the hills, watching a cloud change its shape and form as it drifted across the sky.

A concubine; her mother had never told her that Joseph might take a concubine until the marriage was ratified by the Masters. Would he bring her to the house to live with them? She shook her head, as if by doing that she would remove the thoughts that seem to flood her mind.

She leaned back against the wall and prayed softly to herself, whispering well-known words of grace and supplication, until she felt a calm come upon her and she was again in control of her emotions. Mary heard a slight cough and opened her eyes to see the aged servant standing before her with a cool drink.

I thought you would need this child.

He proffered a cup of cool fruit juice and as she took it, Mary patted the bench beside her and the servant sat down. During her time at Joseph’s home, she had come to know this wise servant very well. He was called Abel and had served Joseph’s father and before that was a soldier of many lands. Abel had often spoken to Mary about his travels and his words were always messages of hope and beauty.

Mary turned towards Abel and smiled.

Thank you. I did not mean to come rushing up here like a little child, but I needed space to gather my thoughts.

Abel patted her hand.

You do not need to explain things to old Abel my dear. I have some idea of what is going on and I will tell you it is quite normal in most households. Jacob had a concubine most of his life, but she was kept separately from the family and I have no reason to believe it will be otherwise here.

Mary sighed.

You always seem to know what goes on in my mind Abel, I do not know how you do it? It isn’t something that I am used to; surely my father did not have a concubine, for I am sure my mother would have mentioned it.

Abel smiled gently.

"Well, as to that, I cannot say, and since I have never been married, the state of wedlock is an unknown area, one in which I am not expert.’

But as to knowing other people’s minds, when I was a small boy, I was thought to be a bit strange, I had dreams and visions and I knew things before they happened. For instance, I know who you are Mary, and I know about your vision.

Mary stood up quickly and paled.

But how could you know? Only my Aunt Elizabeth and I know that.

Abel calmed her down and she again seated herself on the bench.

I was told a long time ago that I would be as a father to the mother of the son of a God. I was also told in which line and family he would come and because of that vision, I aligned myself with the family of Jacob thereby placing myself in the most suitable position.

I am afraid that I am not worthy of being the mother of so special a child. Why was I selected in the first place, why not an initiate or worker in the Temple?

Abel chuckled.

Mary, do not doubt the wisdom of God, for he knows to whom he desires his son to be born. Did you not have dreams when you were young, of being another person and another before that?

Mary nodded.

"Yes, sometimes it seemed to me in those dreams that I have lived many lives and was many different people. But also I saw a woman, a bright being who would stand and look at me and smile. I knew all about her and that she was me on a different level or plane of understanding.’

Zachariah taught me well, the teachings of the Brotherhood, even those teachings that were deemed only for the ears of men. He taught me how to access the realms of spirit and call to myself the healing powers of those who still remained in those higher realms.

Abel smiled deeply and a glow seemed to emanate from around him.

I too have been taught by Masters, though I do not bring it up in this household, for they uphold the Jewish laws regardless of the wishes of Jacob. I too have dreams Mary; they are but remembrances of long ago. I do not remember so clearly now as I once did, but I know that on some level you and I were brother and sister. I feel that I am here to protect you at this most important moment in this world’s history.

Mary’s eyes sparkled with tears.

Oh Abel, you make me feel brave again and accepting of my truths. Zachariah, my uncle is another such as you; he would bring me back to my pathway of truths; I am so grateful that I have such caring friends as you.

Abel stood up, leaned over and kissed the top of Mary’s head.

Never fear sweet Mary, Abel will protect you and be here for you as a loving grandfather to your son. Trust in God and all will be well.

He turned and climbed down the ladder and into the house. Mary stayed for a little while longer on the roof and then she too descended the ladder and returned to the house, to prepare the evening meal.

-o0o-

The Master of Law had spoken to the High Priest and in doing so, had divested himself of the burden of confession from Joseph. After having received the information, he had called Joseph in and sought from him the reasoning behind his request to break the marriage contract in such a manner.

He too had agreed that the contract was a strong and firm document and would not sanction its breaking. He personally did not approve of young girls being taken to wife so early. Their physicians spoke and taught that death was often an outcome when these young girls conceived and gave birth at such tender ages.

The High Priest entered the place of sanctity and knelt in prayer and supplication. He knew that often contracts had been broken before time and yet he felt that this one