Tapestry in Time... a Woven Memory: The Genesis of the Christ: Volume 2

By Rev. Ann Essance Th.D.

“‘Who Will Tell About His Descendants, Since His Life
Has Been Taken From The Earth?’”
(Acts 8: 32,33, JNT, NLT)

Centuries, Later, Untold Stories Would Come Out In A Trickle…
For Much Danger Lurked Around Them, And Those Associated With Them.
Then, Later, As Freedom of Speech Would Not Be Silenced,
These Stories Began Flowing In A Steady Stream
Spoken In Secret By Key Witnesses.
Stories…Told Now…. Lost Years, Hidden, Protected, and Bound…
Some, Unearthed In The 20th And 21st Centuries…
Others, Still Entombed In Vatican Vaults…Pyramids…
Stories “Too Hot To Handle” Not Included In Sacred Scripture….
“Lost” Stories Received And Written Through
The Lens of Unknown Courageous Hearts

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669806547

Rev. Ann Essance Th.D.

Ann Essance is an Evangelist, author, poet, artist and mystic. She is also a retired educator of more than thirty years, as well as an Ordained Inter-Faith Minister, Emeritus. She holds both Bachelors and Masters Degrees from Southwestern University, in Lafayette, La. and St. John’s University, in California. She has a Master Degrees and Certifications in various disciplines, related to Education, Psychology, Counseling, Art, Poetry, Child Development, Special Education, as well as Religious Studies. She holds an Honorary Doctorate in Theology. She has been a student of Eastern Mysticism and is a graduate of the TM Siddhis Program from Maharishi International University in Fairfield, Iowa. She has served as a past Child Development and Parenting Advisor at the Children’s Museum in Santa Fe, NM. She has also served as an Art Educator for the Children’s Art Program at the New Orleans Museum of Art. In 1998 Ann received an invitation to work as a volunteer set-designer for the Santa Fe Opera. She has served on many boards, and is retired from both Louisiana Public Schools, as well as New Mexico Public Schools. Her art has been exhibited in museums, World Trade Centers, galleries and retreat centers in the United States, and she has received accredited reviews and awards from art professionals, and University Professors of Art. Her poetry has appeared in psychology journals, newspapers, magazines, books, and early childhood education journals and geriatric journals. Ann was born and lived in Houma, Louisiana most of her life. She is the mother of two grown daughters. She has made her home in Santa Fe, NM for the last twenty years where she continues her spiritual work and writing.

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Acknowledgments

In addition, for the ‘common ground’ of love, compassion and good will, I thank His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, for his courage and dedication to the World at large. Though exiled and peacefully embattled with the Government of China, the Dalai Lama has carried us into the paradigm shift without losing balance and by standing for the rights of the poor and homeless throughout the world. To Pope Francis for standing for the rights of the marginalized and attempting to ‘turn over the tables’ in the antiquated Roman Catholic Church, and publicly denouncing Pedophilia. To the late Dr.Thurman Fleet², Albert Einstein, Carl Sagan, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, White Eagle, and Deepak Chopra, M.D., for their dedication and research into Conscious Life and all others who do the same to make Life on Earth a better home.

To Ama, St. Teresa Ma, for their compassion and dedication to the poor and desolate (and for recognizing the potential in Volume 1.) To the memory of Meher Baba and Ramana Maharshi, Babaji, Sts. Jude, Teresa of Avila, John the Baptist, John the Divine, John of the Cross, St. John Paul II, Archangels Michael and Raphael, assigned to me for the writing of these volumes, whose silent wisdom smiles at me and speaks only Love.

To my maternal grandmother, Julia, born partially blind in one eye in the late 1800’s, who was denied an education due to her infirmity-- to Helen Keller, born about the same time, who changed all that_ and to my mother, Vera, who taught me to value a good education. May their souls read these words.

And to all who seek to live only Love_ Lastly, to all of the responsible, talented journalists, investigators, film crews, and researchers³ who followed their passion to explore the depths of deception and intrigue hidden by the Church, thus allowing the untold Truth to shine.

My heartfelt appreciation goes to Merrell Rio, Renee Ashton and the team of editors at Xlibris who worked side-by-side with me in order to bring Volume 2 to you. We will continue on, that we may bring Volume 3 to you, hopefully, within the next year. Enjoy reading!

Within the seed of the tree-- is the tree-- within the tree trunk are the

roots that merge and dig deep into the soil of the Earth. When the tree

is pruned, it continues to sprout new life; but if the tree is cut down,

eventually, the trunk dies . . . unless God has made a Covenant with

His people; so it is with the Terebinth Tree,⁴ and the Yew Tree.⁵, ⁶

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²     Dr. Thurman Fleet, deceased founder of the CONCEPT THERAPY INSTITUTE® and author of RAYS OF THE DAWN, a book describing balancing the positive and negative emotions in the life cycle; especially for those seeking a path to follow for deepening their spiritual, mental, and emotional well-being. Rays of the Dawn also provides a holistic approach to healing.

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⁴     (Isaiah 6:13)(NLT)

⁵     See ftnte. 584, page 842. PLEASE NOTE: The Yew Tree produces beautiful berries that are POISONOUS_ DO NOT EAT THEM! The use of the Yew Tree in this volume has a much deeper and richer meaning, but be advised, DO NOT EAT THE BERRIES OF THE YEW TREE..

⁶     A special acknowledgement on the last page of this volume, with explanation.

Prologue

Volume 2, unlike Volume 1, takes a deeper turn into the mysteries of life that confront Humanity, blind-sighted. Rather than fiction, the allegories contains lessons of raw truth-- historical, biblical, poetic, and practical in today’s world. Introductions of fresh air, new thoughts, and secrets, never before spoken or written, whose time has come, dot the landscape of this volume. It features the witnesses who lived and saw the actual events in the Genesis of Christ Consciousness on Earth as He has come to be known in these volumes as Ayeshua, the Messiah.

Volume 2 also introduces a host of new witnesses, as well as some from Volume 1. One such new witnesses is called The StoryTeller. She, along with the others, facilitates many of the transcriptions-- She also incorporates the past with the present, born of today’s world, whereas, God’s Voice extends the Old and New Testament stories with relevant perspectives. God is part of us—our history, our misery, our hope, and our awakening into who we are. Both God and The StoryTeller have woven many deep threads together in this Volume.

Within these pages, many stories are told for awakening you to the grandeur of Life on this amazing Planet Earth, a life with its own multiple God-given gifts. Who can make a waterfall but the Earth? She nurtures us with food, she takes C02 and turns it into Oxygen; she is right on schedule with the rest of the Cosmos, yet we use and abuse her, prolifically. She, like God, intends to work with us. She, like God, is merciful and forgiving. She, like God, is mystical and magical. She has not always been in her prime, but she is now. She is at a critical juncture and she needs our help and support. She is our home base. What would we do without her? Where would we go? We are not capable of flight on our own. Without water, we are done. Yet she offers us Hope. There is always Hope. Hope is the Sacred Element that lives somewhere between Faith and Love. She, with God are our loyal and supporting partners in this endeavor known as Life.

Hope is the rope we hold on to until Faith takes over. Hope is what the main characters offer in these volumes in order that you may find Faith in your future. However, there is another side of Hope, and we must know it and stare it in the face. Our Mother Earth is fed up! The desecration of Sacred Laws has become the folly of Human Laws. Many Humans, especially those who know better, desecrate these laws through greed and avarice and the failure to truly Worship God by working with God. In this failure, some play at being God. They assume and presume their positions as stepping-stones for themselves. They pilfer their Sacred Duties and much like the Fallen Angels, bow down to Baal in Satan’s Army.

Our Earthly Home is writhing with birth pangs; she is adapting to the new normal that men have set as their criteria. She can no longer play by the old Human rules; thus, she is recoiling into herself for survival, going underground, protecting her treasures for the natural order—part of the sacred order. She watches and weeps as artificial intelligence does its thing, and men obsess over it as their new savior as she becomes more visibly volatile to the extent that Life on her body is endangered. She, like all good mothers, still forgives and continues to give her gifts, now genetically modified and desecrated by plastic. She is deeply concerned that we have slept too long. We Must Wake Up NOW_ This, too, is part of this book.

These novels are not intended to hide the Truth but to expose it, thus providing, you, the reader options to decide what is true for you. These novels also allow hidden concepts and lessons to shine from behind the veil. The skeins of Life in Volume 2 possess hues of deep jewel tones, gold and finest linen, I bring to you through the power of language; Language, that sacred element of communication that is becoming crippled with the death pangs of Earth. It is we who are commissioned to save our Languages and our Earth for future communications, and generations to come.

These books are communications from the Divine. There is a body of Knowledge, known as the Akashic Record that records all that is in the etheric realms. These recordings encompass all that was, is, and will be through God’s majestic plan for creation. These records do not miss a beat. They record all and then decipher these experiences into various frequencies. These records of consciousness glean truth from untruth. The highest Truth is thus made available to Humanity through the guidance of the Angelic Realms; thus, we have the words of the Prophets of various cultures and traditions. I am honored and humbled at having the ability to read these records when divinely provided and innocently received; thus, they have provided much of the hidden information that is included in the stories as formatted in these books that you are about to read.

A Brief Review of the Conclusion of Volume 1 ⁷

Therefore, it was that Volume 1 ended with the Maiden Voyage of the Merchantilia. She set sail to the shores of Alexandria, Cyprus, Antalya, Sidon, then back home to Athens, carrying the entrance exams furthering the lives of young women desirous of higher education.

However, prior to the Merchantilia, the Vestia lay at the bottom of the sea, sunken and waterlogged under tons of water where the hidden hopes and dreams of young girls lay. Mary Magdala and her cousin Norah were among those whose entrance exams were lost. Uncle Anthcos resurrected their dreams by constructing the Merchantilia in record time, allowing their dreams to continue.

Never let go of your Dreams_for they will

never let go of you, unless, you do.

We will begin Volume 2 with The Sea, not the sea that supported the Merchantilia or claimed the lives on the Vestia, but the Sea that supports Life and leads to the shores of the First Garden of Consciousness. Come with me. It will be a very deep dive where we will find many hidden treasures waiting to share their wealth—a different kind of wealth, a wealth that only God gives. Come, receive your Gifts in these Volumes of Expanded Consciousness.⁸

In both Volumes, Seas of Consciousness center on the developing years of Ayeshua as the coming Messiah, as well as his family and those close to him. Historical time has been woven into present time with many metaphors connecting truths, covered and hidden, brought to light as our ships sail into the unknown of these pages.

Concepts flow both simultaneously, yet independently, like tributaries to the ocean. Each with many riddles hiding underneath the cosmic current of events they shield. These events are exposed to you in these volumes. Allow them to seep into your soul that you may create your own positive opinions and solutions.

Volume 1 was divided into Two Parts that took place mainly in the Middle East during the developing years of Ayeshua and his extended ancestry. Several Addresses from God are also profoundly included, magnifying the need for us to see all angles before assuming our judgments.

Volume 2 has also been divided into Two Parts with an invitation for you to thread the needles of these two Volumes together while allowing yourself to be shown the way into the future. The backgrounds for Volume 2 are the Eternal Continuum of the Cosmos, the Middle East and Far East Journeys and the hidden experiences of Ayeshua.

Take this journey that merges the inner worlds of your soul with the outer worlds that you create within your own imaginations. As you do, you are interpreting these writings from your own Historical DNA and experiential backgrounds. Trust your intuitions.

The subject matter centers on the Hidden Years of Ayeshua and the Lost Years of the Cosmic Persona known as the Messiah, The Christ. These Lost Years are more than a compelling subject for most students of Religion and Spirituality, yet it is my hope that the stories surrounding them will both inspire and entertain you on this deep and often dark journey. As you read, remember that Religion and Faith are not the same things. Of the two, Faith is the more powerful tool with which to navigate both the waters of everyday life and these books. Faith is Trust in God, coupled with Innocent Receptivity. Religion, on the other hand, is many things . . . a composite of complex history revolving around Diety, both fact and fiction, with far too much that it is not, and too many antiquated rules that no longer apply to life, today.

Picture, if you will, these books as the Sails of two Mystery Ships with tapestries flying, transporting you over the seas of life. Both the weavings and the seas will provide you the messages that you are meant to hear; listen with the ears of your soul. Also, use the explanations provided in the many footnotes provided for your convenience. ⁹

Fortunately, we live in a time when tolerance and courage are passing through the birth canal of society and the world, bringing about a new day of consciousness and liberation. With the assistance of the internet and mass communication, all we must do is use our imaginations and skills to uncover the Mysteries that have been waiting for us to find. This informational age also has the power to distract us from our higher purpose here on Earth. The keys are focus and discipline. Without them, we will grow cold and hard; heartlessness will grab our attention before we know it, and Life becomes increasingly emptier, no matter how much money is in the bank or how big our house is. At that point, we will have allowed ourselves to be controlled by Artificial Intelligence. However, Artificial Intelligence does not possess a Heart, and the Heart is where Higher Spiritual Intelligence known as Intuition resides. My Heart has received the information found in these books. Climb on Board these Mystery Ships—Let us sail into these intuitive volumes. Once we reach the shoreline at the end of this journey, may we have grown volumes, also.

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⁷     Akashic earlier. Record, as described

⁸     For more on the contents of Volume 1, please see the epilogue at the back of this book; then prepare to dive deeply into this Volume.

⁹     Some monologues of more than one page are spared the opening quotation marks of the treatise due to the length of the narratives. Silent internal conversations and internal monologues are written in italics, and have single opening and closing quotes. (*See also the copyright page for use of quotation marks by the author.)

AYESHUA

Ayeshua

This is a copy of a photograph taken in Chichen Itza, Mexico, in 1961 by an archeologist working on temple ruins. Jesus (Ayeshua) was anchoring light grids into the Earth at that time. While the archeologist photographed the petroglyphs inside the ruins, instead of petroglyphs developing on the negative, Jesus’s image appeared on the original photograph. Later, once the photograph was developed, Jesus reportedly appeared to the archeologist, giving him permission to make the photograph accessible to the public.

An explanation of the variety of names that have been given to the Master Jesus follows in a later footnote. In this instance, Jesus (as most are familiar with him in the west, the copy of the original photograph used his ascended name, Sananda."

Let us remember, A Rose by any other name is as sweet. Therefore, as you read the name Ayeshua in these novels, be calmed by the fact that globally, historically, and reverently, His Name has had hundreds of translations. In agreement, He has permitted me the use of the derivation, Ayeshua, as well as the information contained within the pages of these books. I am under His Authority. May you be blessed by Ayeshua.

Rev. Ann Essance, ThD

AYESHUA

And He would have many rainy days to contend with before his final act¹⁰

Known as the Ascension. For Ayeshua would

grace the world with Sweetness

Never before known. Was it the fact that He was heaven-sent, or

Was it the rains of life that made it seem so--or both?

May we remember that after the rain,

The scent in the air is sweeter . . .

There He is, also.

Just Like the Rain

Falling off and on…off and on

God Created Life

Nourishing, Moisturizing, Loving Us

Allow this Tapestry of Words to

Flow, Nurture, and Educate You

To Beautiful New Information

Through Feminine Eyes

Allow Illumination Into your Hearts

In Freedom, Learn to Choose Love

Choose Life, Dear Reader

Move on into the Bright Light of Your Future

Your Beautiful New Life

You will be shown the Way

You will be shown the Way_

You Are Born Free In Love

Free To Extend Love, Expand Love, Experience Love

Fear Not… Choose Love, again and again

By this choice, you will be made Free

To See, with the Eyes of the Soul

That All Who Witness Love In All

All Ethnicities, Religions, Genders, and Economic Strata

Must First Forgive and Love Themselves In order to possess

That Peace that Passes All Understanding

Despite the conflicts on Earth, they will have found

Heaven on Earth

May the Brilliant Son of Easter and Pentecost

Celebrate Your Life

In Resurrection and Ascension

Shine      Shine      Shine

Oh Brilliant Stars

Shine!

The Manifest

Some say the circle began like so…    )

Then as it continued to grow

It ended with what we know…    O

But I propose it began with a dot…    .

The manifestation of all that is not

A relative seed, ever ready to bloom

Like circular puddles on a rainy afternoon

The Storehouse of Knowledge, and Home of the Trinity

Began as a spec containing Infinity

This Vital Force in you and me

Manifests Itself Universally

Yet, Makes All One

Paradoxically

Come Quickly, Before The Rains Begin, Again_

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¹⁰     Many would argue that it was His Crucifixion that was His final act. Not so—that, in part, is what these volumes are about, the Resurrection and Ascension of Humanity and the coming New Heaven and the New Earth.

Part 1

Cosmic Evolution and Creation

The Sea of Consciousness

Many Gardens . . .

Introduction

Part 1

The StoryTeller’s Verse…

So delicate are these stories, that ordinary script

Cannot tell them, with the Respect they deserve

These Extra-Sensory Tales of Parallel Universes

Must be traversed in part with Poetry and Poetic License…

In order to lift the Veils of the Akashic Records,

Gently…

Once, long, long, ago, there was a Garden

Where Three Rose Trees bloomed

Alabaster Star, Magenta Mist, and Crimson Star.

They will meet us where we are, in the present

And take us far, far from our limited existences

Into many Gardens with many Lessons . . .

Greet them.

They will tell us how they navigated the pitfalls of Life

As they bloomed amidst Life’s impending doom

Hear with your Soul what I am saying,

While God’s Will was playing

They Reincarnated four thousand years later as

Ayeshua, Mary, and John-- perhaps,

I leave this up to you.

I Must Communicate

In Metaphor with Respect to Life and Truth

Read, not only with your carnal eyes,

But the Eyes of Your Soul-- and especially,

The Soul within Your Heart_ We Begin…

Within My Father’s House there are many Mansions

As we time-travel through sea and air

We will also land on other planets…with many allegories.

On our Home Planet, Earth, we will visit

Turkey, Greece, India, Bhutan, the Middle East, and the Holy Land

Where Infusions of Grace permeate the air

already thick with hate, that await

John—the Baptizer, Ayeshua—the Messiah, and

Mary Magdala—the Watch Tower

Who appear in different personas from time to

time, in this Volume, Epoch to Epoch

These Stories Do Not Lie! Know That You Already

Know, What You Must Know, You Will Find! ¹¹

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¹¹     Poetic License is used throughout these volumes. Look beyond the grammar, spacing, and punctuation to the hidden meanings within the poetry. (See copyright page 2 for further clarification.)

Chapter 1

The Sea of Consciousness

And the Gardens…

The StoryTeller Continues…

In The Beginning:

The Sea of Consciousness developed the Gardens, Eden and Euphrates¹²

Which Offered Hope, Excitement, and Curiosity

Like the Hearts of the three curious Children in these stories

Wading Into The Sea of Consciousness

These Three Rose Trees

Bloom Beauty and Thorns for You

These Three, characterized as Rose Trees

Alabaster Star_ Crimson Star_ and Magenta Mist

Metaphors, of course,

Will Later Be Born-- Ayeshua_ John_ and Mary . . .

What they see, all began with the Sea,

The Sea of Consciousness

Under the auspices of Divine Autogenes¹³

That Sea began as the Sea of Love

Smooth-As-Glass Sea

With no visible negatives, only positives

This sea bubbled, foamed, played, in enduring pristine Peace

All was Happiness, until

An ArchAngelo-Humano, we call the Fallen One

Amassed a following who fell with him

Into dense matter known as 2-Dimensional Consciousness

Then they invented dense 3-D

As Consciousness replicated itself in densest matter

Soon those wanting what others had; that new experience

Brought Competition into Matter. At some point

Consciousness became, in part, dense solids_

Known as Greed, Pride, and Lust to name a few

Millions upon millions upon millions of years later

As dense and solid as life was known to be

—Stubborn beyond steel—

The One we call God

Emerged

From within the stubborn stuck matter

Once again, the Sea of Consciousness,

Began to churn from the depths of the Cosmos

How can this be?

True, I tell you, ’tis a Mystery

Just as chemical elements make up all matter everywhere

Stars_ space_ water_ rock_ the Hu-Man Race

All Life, Everywhere

Lacks nothing . . . save one thing . . .

And that one thing, the Unknown Element

That Wild Card held by Almighty God

Waits for us to discover Him¹⁴ within our mortal coils

Thus, far, Hu-man’s alone, possess Self-Awareness_

Once we do Discover God __ That Is,

We possess the core of our eternal existence_ or so we think

We have Discovered God

But God still and will always hold the Key or Wild Card

For God has grown, too_ Though writers of Scripture

Will write-- God is Changeless . . . I argue, "Perhaps,

He-She lets us do the changing for Him . . . as I wonder,

‘Has that Experiment worked, God?’" Though I hear no answer,

From the looks of things_ God had better know when to

Play that Wild Card_ ‘cause we ain’t doin’ so hot.

God has grown weary, weary, indeed

Millions and Millions of years have come and gone

The Rock of Ages has been allowed to slowly

Oh, so slowly, give way to the Future of Humankind

While men experiment and lust for Its unknown Power

Beyond nuclear fission_ far beyond Human capabilities

So that Wisdom, that Godly Feminine Attribute

Present, prior to the beginning of Humanity . . . into matter

Holds the other Wild Card, the Soft_ Compassionate_ Wise_ Patient_

Creative_ Intelligent_ aspect of God that flows

In Mistress-Ship upon Her Mystery Ship

The Mystery Ship that sails the Seas of Divine Consciousness

Gently nudging gently rocking_ gently eroding gently cracking

The hardened consciousness of men, lichens to granite

Until she is forced into cataclysms storms tsunamis_ wakes_

From the resistance of Humanity to grow-- into Her Wisdom

It is She who docks upon the shore of Humanity

It is She who rocks the boat

She_ who rocks the world at its core

It is She_ who brings these stories_ lost for centuries

By a race too arrogant for its own good and still is.

All this while_ God

The Architect of All Archives of Brilliant Designs

Adores His Divine Counterpart

She_ has been trusted beyond the Beginning

She has been Crowned with a Name

That Humanity has defamed,

The Name of Wisdom Is

Woman

The Divine Feminine Intelligence that Humanity

Has willingly_ ignorantly_ and viciously misunderstood

and demonized because

Humanity lusts for her Wild Card

Humanity wants to hold her down, smother her

But_ this Child of Wisdom_ this Woman_

Knows how to play Her Card . . . She withholds It, until_

She Knows the Value of Her Worth

So that when this Fallen Race attempts to dissect Her

Disenfranchise Her, wrongly accuse her, disembowel Her,

They prostitute, not Adam, but themselves

For the Unknown Element_ that Gift of Grace

That the Almighty has provided to Her

Emanates from His Power,

Alone

In order that a Fallen Humanity

Unceasingly_ relentlessly_ unlocks

The Secrets of the Universe _ the Unknown Element

The Treasure (they think) they can barter eludes them

For there is always one left to find, (so they think)

So how is it that Woman, the Wife of Adam

Becomes the Demon of Men?

They say . . . She chose a snake to copulate with_"

How stupid! That Woman

Would never let a Snake bite Her Apple_

Now, She waits in her Sanctuary_

In the Atrium, next to God’s Centrifugal Garden

As She does so_ She sees Her Wild Card floating

Through the glass ceiling and walls

But as men attempt to grasp it _ it plays with the wind

As Wisdom monitors their progress

And the progress of Humanity as a whole

As one Brotherhood . . .

Time Has Arrived

The Sea is churning burning bubbling, furiously

In concert with God, Her Divine Masculine Counterpart

Who plays His wonderful Music

As He does so, Wisdom hears the resonance

And determines It Is

Time

The Descent of the Mother __ Father__ Son

Must take their place

In the Courts of Justice

In the Courts of Love

In the Courts of Unity

In the Courts of Abundance and Balance

Abundance, balanced for all

By the unseen Power of God’s Holy Spirit

Visible __only in The Winds of Change

That the Sea of Humanity be Purged, Regenerated_

Clothed not only of its garbs of 2-D and 3-D physical apparatus_

For its Betrayals to the Universe and God

But also__ for its indiscretions of

Gluttony, Jealousy, Greed, Selfishness, Lust,

Abuses of All Varieties

Murderous Pride, Sullen Pride, Submerged Sin

Long forgotten by the souls of Mankind, still festering…

But its Salvation awaits through

The Divine Mercy of Almighty God

Who waits to Part the Curtain from the Top__ once again,

Exposing the God Particle_ that Salvation being brought to Humanity

Through Her_ the Word Made Flesh

The Living Son, Who, like the Moon, in all phases

Manifests Life, Death, and Resurrection

In order that Humanity be reunited to God

Who now Lives Within them, through

The Ascended Power of the Holy Spirit

That Majestic Miracle, known in the hearts

Of those who trust_ who Love­­_ who have an ‘inkling’

_An Intuition . . . that God is somewhere inside of them

To be and made manifest through them

as Co-Creators_ a Shared Responsibility

Balanced

It is time for the Revelation of the

Supreme Architect of the Universes to be

Known

But_ how can this be, when men have become

Complacent_ sluggish_ lazy_ confused_ Greedy_

Hypnotized-Power-Mongers__

Who cannot Balance their own Budgets,

That set the Earth in Tailspin?

Hypnotized

By the dense physical outer non-reality

Tell me __How can an android communicate

Without a Human communicator?

How can a drone take to air on its own--

When It cannot think or breathe

And has no heart pumping?

Whose brains are behind these metal devices?

Metal devices, that have become idols

Idols used for good and evil . . .

Idols, used for evil intents__ by the unknowing, innocent, and naïve

Who know not that they are pawns, being surveyed

And what is the innocence in the infant_

Is it the Spirit Within or the Form Without?

What emanates its cries_ its laughter_ its sweet smiles?

Is it matter that made it? And how did matter make it?

Copulation, or Spirit, or both? Was it Love or Lust that propelled the

Spirit to Create, and enter? And who is this spirit that enters?

Is it good or evil? That Answer was given by the Master . . .

When he instituted the Baptism of Spirit and Water

Of our own, we do know that no plastic 3-D Printer

Can make a living, breathing, Human Being

Through Love_ by Love_ and with Love__

So, the Time has Arrived,

In Concert with God’s Authority__

Wisdom

Plays Her Wild Card

She Knows the Center_ the Central Core

Of This Species Called_ Human

She plays Her Card__ then waits

As the Sea of Consciousness churns more and more froth

At Last__ it washes to the shore of Humanity

A New Genealogy Has Birthed

Her Name Is Genesis

The Daughter of God’s Wisdom

She begins Her long treacherous persevering journey

Through the Wilderness of Humanity

Knowing the Implication of the Wild Card

Knowing the Power of God

Inspired by the Love of Mother—Wisdom

Genesis takes the plunge and begins

The New Day for Humanity Growing in Harmony

__in the Garden of Timelessness . . .

The Gardens of Faith__ Hope_ and Love

Once more a New Eden for Humanity__

She Will Play Her Wild Card for You

Allow Metaphor to Open the Door of your Heart

Delicate, different, were the words just read and those to follow

Never before written or spoken

Not as tokens of judgments, wrong or right

But Possibilities_ Choices_ Options_

Conscious_ Palpable Manifestations_ Seen

Through the Unseen Courage of Childlike Innocence

That Abides _Hidden_ Within Us All

Just as Rivers Reach for the Sea__ Pollen_ the Bee

So it is that We Reach for Thee

Oh, Wise and True,

Oh, God!

In This Garden__ Magenta Mist Speaks:

Greetings!

I Am__ that is__ I will become Mary Magdala, in the Future

I Am_ That I Am_ That One Who Will Tell These Stories of Love

Stories_ too hot to handle_ considered unworthy

That in His Humanity _The Lord_ would share His Life with a Woman

By man’s standards _Impure _By God’s _Immature

So they would scratch me out . . . but, I tell you true__

As I greet you on this Shore of Hope, in an unknown Garden

Among weeds __thatched like dens of disease

Dark _with ignorance _anger _despair

’Neath me dwells the Giant Squid__

‘Neath me dwells Hell’

My Closest Companions on Yonder Trees are

Alabaster Star and Crimson Star

One day, they will be clothed in Human Form with me as

Ayeshua and John the Baptist __Ta Da!

(And me) Mary Magdala __Ta Da!

We Three __will Prepare the World with a New Day

Within the History of Humanity

We will introduce the Paradigm Shifts of

Christ Consciousness

Redemption_ Resurrection_ and Ascension_ in Humanity

Will Part the Curtain from the Top

In Order That God Will Return In Human Form__

Today, however__ I will tell you of a Sea so Great __with waves

That swell from Hell__ that you may relate to the Time Travel

In these Tales__ Bridging Epochs__ Worlds__ Weaving Destinies__

I see from my tree the Vestia__ the ship that sunk, and

the Merhantilia, __the ship that brought my exams to Athens,

‘Today’ brings me a ‘choice’ --Love’s Choice--

How will I respond?

I receive news of my Abba,

Though I stand on a shore __Eons away

The waves within me cry __wail __My limbs flail

A storm brews . . . in the Future

I sift the sands for Truth, I want to shrivel, shrink,

For the message that comes on that virgin vessel of Love

Smashes_ tells that my Abba was ambushed near Damascus

He, Tobashi, and Beta-- dromedaries, pets, companions, were

Slaughtered _severed _beheaded _never to breathe again

Thorns _splinter my sides _Hope sinks

Yet _Its Rope remains for me to Hold

__So we will begin again with the sea, the fluid waters of the sea where Hope washed upon the shores of these original gardens that began in Genesis and continued epoch after epoch. Courage allows me to dig deeper into the mysteries of my life; a journey that I took as a part of the Mission of the Messiah, beginning from the beginning. It is very challenging to put these deeper soul experiences into words; and I hope that I honor each one of them for they are a gift to you, that no one else can give, so I write these words for you. We will dive very quickly, very deeply.

It is also wonderful that I have been given the Grace not to fear what others may think or judge of me. Prepare for a wild ride. So steady, ready…let us begin . . . I will hold my wild card until the end.

Morning broke like the yolk of an egg standing brightly on its earthen plate

This weed-infested garden, an unlikely place for God to hold court

But as we awoke to the day, God began

"What is Life… Where is this Garden…

This Eden? Is it somewhere near Petra?" God mused,

As three beautifully, courageous, Tree Roses spoke:

"Petra, Oh, Petra

Clan destined nomads known as Nabateans lost their way

In search of Home. Once, they possessed the Gift of Creativity

Built aqueducts, aquafers, stone facades

All in this Garden of lush trees and flowers__

they built underground wombs

Housing history, holding mystery, of when kings and royal consorts

Lay in love within your rooms, then died, housed within your tombs

Oh, Petra.¹⁵"

What a heady dialogue, the first thing in the morning, with that big bright golden yolk staring straight into our budding faces! This, indeed, was an awakener as the sun crowned the mouth of Alabaster Star with the first drops of dew. Then, he yelled, I Need Help! Needless to say, we all wanted more sleep. However, duty called and we wanted to be part of this much larger mission. But we, Crimson Star and me, did not have the knowledge or experience, needed. It was time for the Spiritual Teachers and Masters to meet with him. But, first, God spoke to him directly.

God Speaks . . .

"This World as you know it

Is by far Not the Real World.

The Real World cannot be viewed with Human eyes

The Real World is seen only through the Eyes of the Soul

Humanity has forgotten its Vision, its Purpose, its Goal

You, ‘Alabaster Star,’ are my Messenger.

In the future Human Kingdom, you will be called ‘Ayeshua,¹⁶

The Word Made Flesh’ in Hu-man form.

"Part of your Mission will be to sow seeds that

Humanity may know itself… Know Itself as Children of God . . .

First, they must Find God.

The Collective Mind, blinded by sensory overload

Will allow the Brain to atrophy, accept falsehoods, and die

As it rebirths, reboots itself in the future to come

With androids, steel technology, artificial temporal methods_

As Reason dies, Courage and Hope will die with it,

Men will become stupid Warriors,

Warriors who battle Themselves,

And fight each other.

"Humanity will lose the Vision of Itself

But Faith__ Hope__ and Love

Will Wave Keys in remembrance of Who They Are

Humanity__ Unity in Divinity

However, it is Man who must re-member God

For I never forget Humanity

And that ‘I’ the ‘I Am’ dwells within them

"Lead, Oh, Lead the Way into the New Day

Bright Alabaster Star, Lead Oh, Lead the Way, Christ, My Son,

This Is Your Mission, Two Thousand Years into the Future"

God Continues ¹⁷

I am sending you, Alabaster Star, to give permission to men to access Me directly, through the window of their Hearts, through their free wills and intentions. No longer is it necessary for them to supplicate me through animal sacrifice. They have direct access by your presence upon the Earth…through the doorway of the heart, opened through your Crucifixion.¹⁸ Many will close this book when they read these words because they still insist on blood to justify the anger in their Hearts. These ones will attempt to sabotage you. They do not want their lives to be simple, focused, unified, loving, generous, and kind. Your Crucifixion will assist Humanity in etherizing the anger in the world; though it will continue to be palpable, until your return two thousand years beyond your life as ‘Ayeshua,’ therefore, we are looking at a time span of more than four thousand years . . . .

However, there are many upon the Earth now, who are seeing the Truth, who are witnessing the Love as it reaches the shore of men’s hearts from My Great Unknown. They already have direct access to Me. They are happy to share the simple Message of Hope that was brought thousands of years before your birth, by the Prophets. Now, resplendent in their robes of white, Eternal Life is an everyday moment-to-moment event for them, forever. Oh, how I Love them!

God and Alabaster Star

Ceremonies, rituals, complicated superstitions and rules, pomp, and pretense have lost their flavor with Me, and men. They have become cold carcasses for vultures. Only the true, the simple, those of Faith, Faith in their Hearts make these antiquated practices worth anything to Me. Passion Is from the Heart; always the Heart filters the intensity of the love or request directly to Me. No one wants to eat stale bread. The Holy Sacrament of the Eucharist¹⁹ is an Eternal Flame that will be instituted by you, prior to your Passion. This Eucharist must be consecrated with Passion, otherwise, Humanity will be consuming ‘stale bread.’ The supplicants must ‘believe and trust’ in My Promises, otherwise, they may bring harm to themselves. ²⁰

No political practices were ever intended to seduce the appetites of the greedy over the less fortunate. But at some point, these practices served a higher purpose. That purpose was to galvanize consciousness so that as it evolved it coalesced the growing brain into the collective field of consciousness where men found My support, along with the support of their fellowmen, and the Guardian Angels, above. Together, as one unit, the common man found comfort and support in fellowship with one another. But as life evolved, those in charge began to care less for the less fortunate and more for themselves. However, the pendulum will swing in the future and the common man will supersede the aristocrats, who have become complacent, immoral, ugly, arrogant, and stupid with greed. They have allowed themselves the misfortune of being caught in the machines of power.

As I have said before, It all began in Heaven with the ‘Primary Bang’. Unbelievably, many will question the purpose of the animals, plants, oceans, volcanoes. All created life ‘below’ Humanity serve Life on your planet far more in harmony than does Humanity serve them. The lower elementals still work and play in harmony, as a collective consciousness. They rule the realms of gardens, seas, and mountains while Humanity has lost its way Home….playing with plastic and Porn;²¹ despite your entry, as ‘Alabaster Star’, and later, their future Messiah, ‘Ayeshua.’

This galvanization of consciousness was never meant to override individual Free Will, which, though skewed, will always exist and is the only way each one can return Home to Me. Free Will, will always be free because it lives within the heart and soul of each one. But somewhere along the way, man bought into war. War became the mode of power and control, and once that paradigm shift took hold, the momentum has continued, in spite of Love.

Your Heart, Alabaster Star, is the magnetic barometer that gauges the shifts, occurring in time upon the Earth. Your Heart is and will always be the magnificent ‘Prototype’ of all Hearts, everywhere, not just on the Earth. The Earth is but a small aspect of Creation, unbelievably. From where I sit, it is but a tiny dot. A ‘dot’ that is crucial, as the ‘clearing house’ for Souls to return Home to Me.

The time is coming, if not already here, when men will not want to be upon the Earth. A time when Humanity will know that ‘what they see is not the Reality they seek.’ This is what is known as the Revelation (Rev. 10:1–11 (NLT)).

Alabaster Star Answers God . . .

Burning, yet still washing clean, that we may become gleaming in The newness of Holy Ether from the One Holy Breath, the Basin of All Life_ It is time to speak! It is time to speak! It is time For me to speak,

As the Word in the World_

That Holy Breath now speaks through me.

Not just of elephants, dolphins, whales, and men

But what lies beneath them, around them, within them, above them

It is time to speak of Life__ that we shall Rise, Rise, Rise, Alive,

I speak for You, God_

The Garden

The Garden is a metaphor of how elemental life prepared the way

For the Coming of Christ

On all levels of being…everywhere

Here, with Genesis, in their own language

These Roses have their own Stories to tell

Magenta Mist Speaks . . .

In this Garden, we were young and innocent, and our passions had been ignited by an unseen fire within our souls. Life was a fire to tame, a curtained flood to contain, Love to lavish. No one else understood us, no one could. All we knew was innocence, alive in every moment with excitement, trust, and the expansion of happiness. It was true that we were very naïve_ not really that_ but we were more than innocent in our state of rosiness.

We were a cadre unto ourselves…each unto himself, herself and yet connected to each other. In addition, we would journey the shores of Galilee, the Mediterranean, Greece, India, Tibet, and eventually Gaul, together and apart, in our future as Humans. But for now, we were young and unsuspecting sweet roses whose seeds would be cast upon all of the Earth.

It is good to note, here, that masculine can be feminine, too, _within roses, within all of Life_ when it is balanced. For that is what we were, we are, a composite of both genders within our unique matrixes, a complete whole, a miracle in God’s Garden…no matter our orientations to food, sex, religion, politics, in the future…whatever the case may be. The sky is not the limit, for we exist far beyond the sky and stars, beyond this galaxy, beyond the beyond. So you see, I can speak to you this way, because of God’s infinite potential within me.

We have failed to learn or appreciate the variables and variants in manifested life,

limiting ourselves through ‘gossip’ and ‘old wives tales,’

Rather than choosing to love, respect and tolerate our differences.

Let me introduce you to Crimson Star, Alabaster Star…and me. We are Three Tree Roses in God’s Garden who would, all too soon, bloom and die like all the others upon the Earth-- with one exception—we would set the example for eons to come through our Celestial Blueprint; particularly the one rose named, ‘Alabaster Star.’

We were alike, akin to each other, yet not like all the others in the garden. For within our unique genetic matrixes, were codes, each to our own. And I, Magenta Mist, would be the one who would live beyond the two masculine members of our trees. I would live to tell our stories thousands of years, later. I would return to tell these stories in order that Humanity would grow into the Gods and Goddesses of God, the Author of all Life.

However, in order for these stories to reach you today, they had to be hidden and protected until now. For Humanity was too closed minded to receive them. Like a tightfisted rose that smothers itself, and fails to bloom, Humanity held on to its history, in the death grip of fear. Now knowledge is bringing understanding. These stories that we lived and breathed within our hearts, stories we could not speak then, live on to this day. Now, I hand them over, in parts, to the StoryTeller who will tell these tales…

The StoryTeller Speaks

Somewhere within these stories, Ayeshua, as Alabaster Star, and John, as Crimson Star, live forever. As you read, you will know. And somewhere, Mary Magdala, as Magenta Mist, is alive within them…and so is Ema Miryam, as Morning Mist. So listen, my children, listen-- you will not need anyone to interpret these stories for you. You will have the Grace to do that for yourselves through your developing intuitions and the expanding consciousness’ within your hearts.

First, let us greet ‘Cosmic Consciousness’, that friend who lives within everything, seen and unseen. It is ever at our sides, within our hearts and nervous systems, it is that friend who gently reminds us of our connection to Life, to the Cosmos, to Divine Love, and to God. Cosmic Consciousness is that aspect of the Holy Spirit that supports interstellar communications with the Divine . . . for all life forms.

Self-Awareness_

Our Descent into Consciousness

Came from beyond the womb of space and time

Tunneling through clouds of light-years

Filtering through thoughts

Shining through eyes

Behold,

The dark side of the coin lifts

See its shadow become its Light

Hear the Silence of the ages

Become Its Voice

As stillness stirs our souls

And we begin to Dance

Upon the Earth

Once Again

Now, I tell these stories….

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¹²     Anticipated through archeological research to be in Southern Iran. It was at the nexus of three great rivers, The Nile, the Tigress, and the Euphrates. Then, one of many ‘Great Floods’ took the Gardens of Eden into the Sea where she rests today.

¹³     God’s selected Archangel governing Creation in its intended ethereal form.

¹⁴     Both the masculine and feminine genders are used for the pronouns for the word God.

¹⁵     Petra, Jordan, is the home of the Ancient Archeological site known as the ‘Library’. Recent excavations have shown that it was also the place of a ‘secret garden’ complete with water systems and waste disposal systems that rival those of the modern world.

¹⁶     Jesus is only one derivation of the Greek spelling "Iesous. Ayeshua is another derivation of the Hebrew spelling Yeshua" (also Joshua). In this novel, the letters or syllables stand for A—Alpha Male, YES—positive affirmation, HU—an ancient name for "God", and "A"—The Beginning and the End, the Alpha and Omega.

¹⁷     All double quotation marks are omitted in all monologues, (most of the time.)

¹⁸     In this volume, we will learn a deeper, much richer meaning of the ‘Crucifixion.’ Allow your patience to open your hearts to its magnificence.

¹⁹     You Are Christ

²⁰     (One Corinthians 11: 23-33.) (2 Corinthians 13: 5-8) St. Joseph Ed.

²¹     In the twenty-first century, addictions to pornography (as well as other vices) has escalated beyond a positive sustainable society. Children, as young as the age of seven are being introduced to porn on the internet. They begin to masturbate at an early age, and become increasingly confused because they do not have the basic education to understand their actions. Low self-esteem develops and spirals downward from there. This Must Stop!

Chapter 2

Allegory of the Three Rose Trees

Alabaster Star_ Crimson Star_ Morning Mist_ Magenta Mist_

We shall see who these four will become in Human form

In This World of Timeless Tales

The StoryTeller Speaks

The Garden had been deserted of Human inhabitants long before this particular story, not because of Adam and Eve, but because of man’s failure to Love. This Nabatean Garden had become known as Eden. Moreover, just as God had named the Garden, Eden, He named these Three Trees with names of a particular frequency.²² But this was a secret that no one else knew. They were, after all, here, to become teachers, but first, they had to become students of Life. And one of the lessons to be learned would be that of jealousy. Jealousy, often occurs when people encounter differences in others, then begin to desire or disrespect those differences. However, these three were quick learners and stayed focused on their mission that would extend far beyond the moss-draped walls of this garden.

Adam and Eve lived here, also. However, it does absolutely no good to blame Adam and Eve for the Fall. Trust me, they did their best. Rather, let us bless them as our first parents. Let us forgive them for their frailties. Only then can we move on into our futures that can be bright with the Light of Love, the Light that Ayeshua would reignite within Humanity, beyond this garden.

After years of struggling to establish itself, all that remained of Eden were the strong evergreens, an apple tree or two, and ever-present wild rose bushes, that over time had grown into trees. Thorns had grown into the long curved fingernails- as sharp appendages, the likes of witches’, now tangled up in weeds. But these thorns were an adaptation of Nature, and nature knows how to do it. She is the most hospitable host on the Earth. Yes, she is also a fierce mother who scolds and disciplines her inhabitants when they become unruly. She also protects those who need and want her protection. This she does in concert with the heavens above. She has a direct line in this garden, and she knew that these rose trees needed protection from powerful unseen predators.

This magnificent Garden had been sculpted, with not only statues, birds, and benches, but also topiaries that rivaled live deer, rabbits, swans, grouse, and even lemurs. Lemurs? Yes, Lemurs bouncing to and fro, a-go-go. Eden was a fun place to be and though sculpted, it was gracefully done despite the topiaries that were relaxed, not as though they were on duty.

Nevertheless, at this time, its splendor had begun to decay, and it had become scrubby, except when the Three Rose Trees bloomed. When they bloomed, Eden came alive, radiant with color and perfumes. These perfumes enhanced its simple splendor that lasted for months and with rain, Eden became balanced, again. Her beauty and fragrance guaranteed Humanity a spot upon earth, in years to come. There was a mystery beneath this garden where a silent spring nourished these roses. A gift from heaven, one could surmise, except that the spring did not serve the entire garden, only the area where these three rose trees bloomed. The apples were dried on other trees, withered and brown, only a few lemurs left, but they loved them anyway, hopping and prancing in their fur coats, long tails, and bulging eyes.

And the rest of the garden…well, it was withered, too.

I wonder why…don’t you?

Though it was not from a lack of Love from Above…

Man’s Kingdom…the one God bequeathed to us, was now in shambles.

Shambles, created through ignorance, arrogance and false pride

Now, I will take you where the roses bloom despite the weeds….

Though unseen, the silent spring continued to do its work underground, and the three rose trees flourished…without long, curled fingernail-like thorns. Then, one day as more balance was restored, the other trees began to revive. The roses made the air fresh and alive as the dead-looking moss and strangled weeds shrunk into the background, creating a backdrop of camouflaged grayed curtains projecting the beauty of the roses in the foreground. They stood out as though they had been chiseled into a new day, a new season, a new painting—strong, persevering, and beautiful. They were our introduction to Beauty. True beauty is that deep well of strength and character that shines from within and radiates into Life. This is also the story about how these three searched for meaning and the necessity to Love despite the thorns of Life.

A tiny, yet strong bud named Crimson Star, rose quietly on top of his long green stem. He scouted the landscape, vigilant in his attention to Life beginning to bloom all around him. But after a time of just sitting and staring, he became very impatient to do or to be something special…something that could move, shake, and rumble…something that could make a difference in this shabby garden. He could see all of the lovely blooms on a few of the other trees and bushes, and he could even smell their still-delightful, yet aged fragrances, but he could also see decay and putrefying matter that spoke of death.

‘Ah,’ he thought,²³ ‘I want to be like that one over there, the Alabaster Star who seems to be staring at me. As he moves…He moves me!’ He began to push and work