I AM YESHUA:The Celestial Prophet

By LaRoya

This is the story told like it NEVER been told before. This story is in first person as though it was written by Jesus himself. Story is written based upon the ideas of Barbara Theiring's, Rosicrucian documents that are preserved in the monasteries of the Essenian Brotherhood and the Dead Sea Scrolls. He takes you on a journey in his innermost thoughts and details of his missing years between the ages of 12 to 30 which are not recorded in the Gospels. You will learn about his involvement with the Essenes. His real place of birth and the role the Magi placed in his life. You will learn how the master politician carefully prepares himself for his mission while undergoing more trials and test that are not recorded in the bible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312118089

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I AM YESHUA:The Celestial Prophet

I AM YESHUA: The Celestial Prophet

By LaRoya

ILLUMINATED PUBLICATIONS, PITTSBURGH

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Art work by Lord Gaga copyright © 2009

Copyright © 2014

ISBN 978-1-312-11808-9

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INTRODUCTION

This book I have written have been put together as a novel based upon thorough research on ancient scrolls from the Dead Sea Scrolls and the pesher. The pesher in Hebrew means interpretation. The Jews used a pesher which is two levels of writing within a script, such as the surface level is for ordinary readers with limited knowledge, the concealed one for specialists with higher knowledge. It has been a long tradition among the Hebrews to use the pesher which had encoded messages about political events only meant for an inner circle to know.

Even though events and places are from research I had to improvise personal conversations so that the book will be a novel written like an autobiography instead of just a reference book or biography.

This book presents the true teachings of Yeshua according to the Dead Sea Scrolls that was found in between 1946 and 1956 the Dead Sea Scrolls was found in 11 different caves. These gnostic gospels are rumored to be written by the Essenes. In the year 1945 In Nag Hammadi, Egypt 13 leather bound codices was found preserved in a jar inside a cave. The gnostic text mostly known there was the Gospel of Thomas.

In the year 1963 another scroll was found in Jerusalem inside a cave. This was Talmud Jmmanuel written by Judas Iscarioth. There has been other scrolls found as well that my research is based upon.

Chapter I   My Birthright as King

I am terrified for my life as I feel a foreboding overwhelm me.

Sit here and wait, I have to pray and meditate, I said.

What is wrong Teacher? said Petrus.

Even though I may have great knowledge I am still mortal flesh like anyone else.  Stay with me and watch with me, for I do not want to be alone. It is easier to bear this hardship with another, I said.

Judas Ischkeriothh joined Petrus and the other two sons of Zebedee.

Listen, there is something going on near the city walls I just saw covered lights, said Judas.

Those must be the persecutors coming to arrest me that Judas Ishariot brought with him. He secretly followed us and may be planning to betray me, I said.

I then walked away and fell on my face and began to weep as I said, "If it is possible let this cup pass me, unless it is not meant to be, but my destiny to bring enlightenment in wondrous secret. Give me the strength to bear what may befall me, for I am afraid.

I have never been this afraid before. Usually affirmations and meditation helps me soothe uncomfortable feelings, but this time it is different, my life is in jeopardy.

When I returned back to my disciples I found them sleeping.

Petrus, can you not stay awake for an hour so that I do not feel so alone during this time? I said.

Petrus had trouble keeping awake and I walked away again to pray and mediate. When I came back they were all asleep except for Judas who stood by me during these desolate hours. I was agitated and for the third time I prayed and meditated.

Do you want to sleep or be here with me during this time?  I loudly said. I was angry. Get up and let’s go for this is the hour my persecutors are coming.

While I was still speaking Judas Ishariot the son of a Pharisee came with an army sent by the high priests and elders. They had swords and spears pointed at us. Judas Ishariot walked over and kisses me on the cheek to affirm the soldiers I was the one they are looking for.

Over two thousand years have passed and still many people do not know me. I have been exploited and totally misunderstood.  If I walked pass you down the street, you would not recognize me. I look just like everyone else. My position that I had 2000 years ago would be equivalent to a philosopher and politician of today’s standard. Very much like the President.

I was born into royalty. I come from a long line of royal bloodline that goes back since the dawn of man. My ancestors were seen as god-humans, and that is where the term divine right of kings came about. They were great warriors and kings.

My mother Mary is a descendant of the Royal House of David. The House of David was founded by one of my ancestors, King David.

My mother was not permitted to pick her own husband. When she was 14 years of age she was chosen by her mentors to marry my father Yoseph who was a carpenter. There is no letter J in the Hebrew alphabet, so his name was Yoseph, not Joseph. My mother was ordained to become a Dove in the holy temple of Helios, the temple of the sun and remain a virgin of the sacred sanctum. When my grandmother gave birth to a child, the child wind up being a girl just as the astrologers (magi) predicted. Of course that child was my mother. My grandfather Yoachim who was a high priest had her sprinkled with blessed water and the petals of the rose, and the magi called her Mary, the Dove of Helios because the sun during her birth was in the sign of Libra.

My mother Mary was devoted to the priests and advanced members of a Brotherhood that stretches way back since the beginning. I will not reveal where it originated from. I will say that Abraham was given permission to bring the teachings to the wondering Gypsies ages ago. Today many call this Brotherhood, the Great White Brotherhood, or the Great Brotherhood of Light. This Brotherhood has many ancient temples within the Order. The Essenes were one of them.

The Great White Brotherhood has nothing to do with skin coloration. The use of the term white is supposed to refer to their advanced spirituality (that they have a white colored aura) and has nothing to do with race. Actually the members of the Brotherhood are of every race that exists. It is a generic term referring to any concept of an enlightened society of adepts here on earth or in what many prefer as the afterlife whose has benevolent aims toward the spiritual development of the human race. Today’s examples of the Brotherhood would be The Freemasons, Rosicrucian, Ascended Masters who are those who have risen from the earth into immortality, and the Heavenly Host. These are only a few examples of the different groups involved. It is the Heavenly Host and Ascended Masters who truly run the Brotherhood. Since I think that the whole idea of White as good and Black as evil such as which is also used in the term white magic versus black magic is purely the result of cultural bigotries, therefore I will only use the term Brotherhood throughout the rest of this book.

Before I was born, in the 5th century BC the House of David had lost its throne. Loyalist had form around my lineage, dreaming of the House of David’s restoration and the return of the old Israel society. This was the reason for the formation of the Essenes. They intended to restore my ancestry, but also the high priest of the family of Zadok who held sway with my family, and who served in the temple of Solomon. Herod agreed that a member of the House of David could have power in the empire only as a subordinate to himself.   Due to the prophecy that I am the Messiah, the Essenes had my back. Even though I learned from the Essenes I was not one of them, even though I was Hebrew, I was mixed with Aryan blood. Aryan is the race of people who spoke the Indo-Iranian language. These are the people who now inhabited parts of Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan and India. They are of the Noble Ones of Middle Eastern decent and not European at all. Many Hebrews had Aryan blood running through their veins due to intermarriage. The Essenes are of Aryan decent and just outwardly Jewish, and the tradition was that one had to be pure blood of Aryan decent to become an Essene.

According to the prophets, there was a prediction that a redeemer will be born of from the House of David. The magi warned my parents about Herod’s threats; Herod didn’t want to take the chance of me being the one who will reestablish the House of David back on the throne, which means that he would lose his position, so my parents left the area. They also left because my mother was giving birth to an illegitimate child while she still held the title of a Dove (Virgin) in the temple.

When my mother was having contractions, she went to the closest rescue hospice. There were several hospices in different parts of Palestine, and three of them were grottos. The grottos were partly natural and partly artificial. These grottos were safer than houses above the ground. The grottos were from twenty to sixty feet below the earth’s surface, with rooms that were approached by well-cut stone stairways descending at a wide angle and lit by an opening in the side of the rock that protected the entrance way. The surface of the rock walls of the rooms were covered with mud cement over which decorations of some kind were applied in an artistic manner.

Oil lamps hung from ceilings illuminated the grotto. The grotto near Bethlehem where I was born was an Essenian grotto. Therefore to make it clear, I was not born in a manger.

When I was born the magi who were led by what looked like a star which was really something else, which many today would call a UFO lead them from the east to my birth place. The magi gave me treasures and gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. These treasures were a great asset into restoring the House of David to the throne.

I was named Immanuel because it meant Ischwisch (King of Wisdom) with Us as a symbol to give mankind the knowledge and ways of Spirit and care for the people of earth.

It doesn’t matter what your race is to become a member of the Brotherhood, it was just tradition to be Aryan to be an Essene which was only one society out of the many societies within the Brotherhood.

Since the Essenes wanted to restore the power of the House of David they were willing to teach me their knowledge. They believed that a Messiah or messenger of Ischwisch would be a reincarnation of one previous delivers such as Moses and of the House of David. The Essenes also believed that they had a better understanding of the mystical laws than the Jews, and that the redeemer for the world would be of Aryan race, in the form of a reincarnation of a one of the great masters who served in other lands and who wouldn’t be limited to the tribes of Israel.

The Nazarites and Nazarenes and Essenes were all looking for the coming of the Messiah. The Nazarenes was a sect and the Nazarenes and the Essenes had many characteristics that are in common. They were mystical sects that were considered heretics by the learned Jews. The Essenes were not as well known in Palestine as the Nazarenes. During this time period there was no city called Nazareth. The term Jesus Nazarenus was mistakenly translated as Jesus of Nazareth. Therefore I was not from Nazareth. The correct translation is Jesus the Nazarene. Even though I was commonly referred to as a Nazarene, I was not of that sect at all. This sect consisted of a sect of Jews who were attempting to stick to the ancient Jewish teachings, also believed in the coming of a Messiah who would be born in an unusual way and who would become the Savior of their race. Years later when I was grown, this sect accepted me as the Messiah.

On the other hand the term Nazarite was applied to those who lived separate from the Jewish race, because of some moral belief.

As a young child I was taught how to speak Aramaic, Hebrew and Greek. Aramaic was the most common language spoken by the common people. Things were rough as a child. I was about 5years old during this time. Since I was born out of wedlock other children and many adults had saw me as an outcast. I was considered an illegitimate child. To be born out of wedlock in Jerusalem during that time was a big no no. I was always referred as Mary’s son instead of the son of Yoseph. This was their way of trying to degrade me. I admit that this made me angry especially when they called me names such as mamzer' which means polluted which translate today as bastard. Here is an example of what took place.

One day I was out playing and met this boy named Zach. When he brought me home to meet his parents they freaked out when they acknowledge who I was.

That boy is the Son of Mary. He’s nothing but a mamzer'. Get him away from here. You are forbidden to play with him, said Zach’s father. I stood there in awe. I was also very hurt because of this. I wanted to cry. That was very harsh for a 5 year old. I had to leave and I wasn’t allowed to play with Zach any longer. When I saw him around he would point at me and yell out, Ha ha you’re a Mamzer, and you don’t have a father.

I do have a father, I yelled back. 

This was very hard and in due time I had to learn forgiveness. The only other alternative was too hold a grudge and get in fights all the time. This wasn’t the way, I was much better than that.

One time I was tempted to fight. I was coming from the village school and this one child just jumped on another child and started beating him up.

What is this? I know no one better not even try to attack me, I said. I was angry about this and just was tempted to fight if someone even came at me like that. Before anything could go any further my mother walked up.

What nonsense is this? Stop this nonsense right now, said my mother. And Immanuel since no one did attack you, you need to keep quiet.

Mother said my mouth will get me in trouble someday and it seems that she is right. Saying what I needed to say is what eventually led to my arrest for being a heretic.

When it came to forgiveness I had to learn to accept others as they are. We are not perfect and every individual are who they are and we can’t change that no matter how much we wish we can. The only way to change others is to change you. When you change yourself, then you change other people’s perception of you. This is what changes. People see you in a different light. Even if their perception doesn’t change, just accept them as they are. Trying to do anything different is like trying to change a sheep into a camel. A sheep is a sheep and a camel is a camel. If you do not like sheep, then separate yourself from the sheep and go around the camels.

How can you remove a splinter in your brother’s eye when you have a log in your own eye? So in other words, the only person that you can change is the man in the reflection of the river. Today that would be the mirror.

My younger brother James (Yakobus) was accepted because my parents were married when he was born. 

Another time I was playing on the roof with my friend Zeno. We were having fun and Zeno slipped and fell off the roof. I looked over the roof and saw him lying there. I was in shock and other children saw me and ran and went to get others, people rushed over and started to blame me.

You troublemaker, you threw my child off the roof and killed him, said one of the parents.

No I didn’t, he fell off the roof by himself, he wasn’t being careful, I said.

You lied; Zach told me he saw you push him,

I did not. Zeno tell them I didn’t push you! I said as I jumped down off the roof.

Zeno woke up, he was just unconscious. Everyone was astonished that he was okay. Due to the superstitious beliefs of the Pharisee that believes in resurrection of the dead, they thought I brought this boy back to life.

No you didn’t push me, said Zeno.

It’s a miracle, praise Ha-Shem, he brought him back to life, said Zeno’s mother. His father put his arms around his wife after they both gave him a hug, happy to see that he is alive.

While I had to learn about forgiveness, I was groomed to be a King. Therefore I knew that I was special and that is what kept my head above water when others looked down upon me for being born out of wedlock.

Even though we lived as Gentiles in the Gentile section of Palestine, we still had to obey the Jewish customs and regulations of the land. According to strict Jewish law each boy in his thirteenth year had to attend one of the feasts in Jerusalem. One had to appear officially at a certain place under certain conditions for a ceremony to become a Son of the Commandment or of the Torah. The time usually is on the first Passover feast after the boy had passed his twelfth birthday. Well I passed my twelfth birthday and I was taken in the company of the Nazarenes in Jerusalem.

This was an opportunity to visit the Holy Sanctuary in Jerusalem. This was my first long trip that I made. The school at Carmel was a short distance between us and Jerusalem. It was nice to see so many pilgrims, hear the music of the flute, the chanting, prayers, greetings and preparations at the city gate. It was so exciting. The Temple was huge. It was large enough to