The weight and frequency of the “downloading” that’s been getting pushed through me into my posts for the last month leaves me wondering/thinking/feeling/even guessing that I’m being lifted out of not only Key West but also the Keys. If I was to remain in the area, it simply would not be “rational” for me to burning so many bridges and covering so much territory that I have been restrained from covering before recently.
I wrote yesterday of the flames and the Grail journey. I could write reams about that, but a little more needs to be said, to leave it complete enough, although only a skeleton admittedly.
The flames are absolutely necessary to burn out impurities in a person’s body, mind, emotions, soul and spirit. There is no other way for a person to change from what he/she is to what he/she could be. Jesus spoke of this fiery passage as the baptism in fire. It is also mentioned, although obliquely, in Genesis, after the fall. God placed two Cherubim with fire swords around the Tree of Live to protect its ways.
This is the most misunderstood of all misunderstood passages in the Bible. Misunderstood, because it is viewed as God banning Adam and Eve (humanity) from Eden, where the Tree of Life lives. There was no ban. God never said Eden was off-limits. But to go there, people have to pass through the fire swords and be purified — if they survive the purification, which can take a long time and make you wish you never were born.
Eden and the Tree of Life are no more a garden or a tree that grow in the ground, than the ground is a garden and tree that grow on the moon. Eden and the Tree of Life are a state of being, which Jesus called the Kingdom of God, Paradise. There were people, once upon a time, who actually did live there. It was idyllic. They were innocents, had no way to truly appreciate what they had to enjoy.
When that epoch ended, they experienced the opposite. This was necessary, for them to appreciate what they had had and to cherish it above life itself, if they ever got to experience it again. To return to that exhalted state, they had to be purified and wizened, so when they returned they would know how to stay there and what would cause them to lose it again, but on their own volition. The first fall was contrived, in other words, but the second fall is error by those who fall. Horrible error.
Those selected today to attempt the return to Paradise are put on probation for a while. Up to a point, they can turn away with no penalty, or not much of one. But there comes a point of no return, so to speak, where turning away results in the original fall from Eden. For these there is no going back to what they had before they were selected. They live out their days in the orignal fall. This is the peril warned against by the anonymous-authored Letter to the Hebrews in the New Testament. The letter is addressed to Jews, who had known and were trained by Jesus and were falling away because the flames were so intense. The author, Mary Magdalene, encouraged them to return to the return to Eden and the Tree of Life, or perish.
This journey is possible for anyone. It doesn’t matter what religion someone belongs to. It is not necessary to belong to a religion. The jouney is not limited to heterosexuals. It is available to all people, and gays do not have to become heterosexual during the journey. Saul of Tarus is the Bible’s proof of that last sentence. Every woman near him knew he was gay, before and after he became Paul, whom many Christians today have put on the same level as Jesus.
Omitted from the Gospels, although it can be seen by reading between the lines, is the love affair between Mary Magdalene and Jesus, which was the prototype for a heterosexual man and a woman, joined by heaven, to make the return to Eden and the Tree of Life together. A return that was interrupted by Magdalene not wishing to leave her culture when Jesus left Palestine and headed east. Perhaps if they had finished out their lives together, until death parted them, it would have created a shift in the collective soul of the species, which would have allowed other paired heterosexual couples to follow in their wake, instead of attempting to blaze an entirely new trail on their own.
I have had quite a few gay friends. I have known gay couples. I even dated a gay woman for a while, who is like a sister to me today. She is a deacon in her Presbyterian church in Birmingham, sings in the choir. I once knew several men couples, who attended Sunday school together in a Birmingham Baptist church. I was instrumental in their attending that Sunday school class, which received them warmly, without any judgment whatsoever. What I did that induced those men to give that Sunday school class a try, other than tell them they would be welcome, was tell them St. Paul was gay, and why I felt that way.
From my experiences with gays in Birmingham and later in Key West, which is a haven for gays, I am certain they are treated the same by God as straight people are treated. I am certain gays can make the same return to Paradise straights can make, within the context of being gay. They can do it individually, that is, without being in a relationship; and they can do it with a partner selected for them by angels assigned to them. I imagine much the same “rules” apply to paired gay couples, as apply to selected straight couples.
I have been put with six different women, to attempt the Adam-Eve return to Eden and the Tree of Life. Two of the women and I tasted Paradise often, but there was still too much poison in us, for us to stay inn Paradise together, or perhaps even separately. Poison that had to be burned by what Jesus called the Holy Spirit.
This was not a quick process; it was not done in the form of a miracle. It was done over time, as life threw one test after another at us; tests designed to provoke the poison in us to come up in small doses, so it could be worked with and transmuted, if we didn’t do something contrary to the treatment, such as go war with each other, or with somone one else who had provoked us. Or with God. Or by trying to eliminate the upheaveling with chemicals, legal or illegal, over the county or prescribed. Or by killing ourselves.
The upheaveling, internally and externally, was absolutely necessary, because it loosened us up internally, made us more fluid/viscous, so the angels assigned to us could do some rearranging during and just following each upheaval. When we were comfortable, we were more solid, rigid, and more difficult to rearrange internally. The angels prefer stirring a thick soup, to using a sledgehammer to break down brick walls. Stirring a thick soup is not only easier, it’s a lot safer. Breaking down brick walls can create psychosis and the original fall.
The volatility in a couple-attempt at Paradise is far greater than the volatility experienced by those who do it solo, such as many have done in history, usually in celibacy. People like Saul, who became Paul. That is a great achievement, filled with angel-induced upheaveling, internally and externally. Only the most durable and faithful survive it. However, that journey is not nearly the challenge as the couple journey. That is why eyes and desire for other people are removed from a bonded mating pair; otherwise, it would be impossible for a selected couple to make the return as a unit.
I was changed, so I only had eyes and desire for the woman I was put with. When I’m not with an assigned women, other women can and do turn my head, and sometimes I imagine having sex with them. However, even iif one of them was willing to do it, I would not be able to comply, without the angels’ concurrence, which might be pretty embarrassing for both her and me.
Many people, should they read what I wrote so far above, would say it’s blasphemy, the work of the devil. There’s nothing I can do about that, nor do I care to do anything about it. I have learned such people are on their own journey with God, as are we all. What I have observed, though, is someone can read the Bible ongoing and still not change appreciably. I have observed someone can accept Jesus as Lord, as still not change appreciably.
As a black man of note living in Texas said during a media interview, “Going to church has about as much chance of turning you into a Christian, as standing in a garage has of turning you into an automobile.” Christendom hardly has a hold on God, and hardly stands in any greater favor with God than does any other religion, or even no religion. What counts is how a person lives. There is no other way, and Jesus said this many times in the Gospels.
Since being abducted by two angels in early 1987, whom I much later realized were Jesus and Michael, I have not met one person who had a clue of how to get back to Paradise. Many were trying, in myriad and sometimes conflicting ways, but none of us knew how to do it. I still don’t know how to do it. What I know is how it’s done by the angels assigned to me and quite a few other people.
Where I stand in the return to Paradise, I cannot say, for I have not been told. However, in April 2006, I was told by a female voice, in my sleep, that I was trying very hard and doing very well, and to keep at it. This was the same night I was told the species had failed to reach escape velocity, which had happened before, but I could still do it, about which I wrote two posts back in time. This also was the same night I was told, “Remember Daniel” — the Old Testament’s noted dreamer. And when I was told, ”Like but not greater than Jesus.” Yet the pummeling continued. The angels were never satisfied with me, and still aren’t.
The Paradise return, I wrote in yesterday’s post, might reduce the species’ population to 50,000 individuals, or maybe down to 5,000, or perhaps down to 500, if it is applied to the species across the board, all at once. This may seem incredibly insane to some, perhaps many people. However, the doubting Thomases do not live in my skin; they have not had my experiences. They do not know the people I have seen drawn into the Paradise return, who were burned alive, until they could take no more. I am not allowed to bail; I cannot quit the course.
I write about it, not to be believed, but because someone may be very glad some day to run across what I wrote. If it doesn’t save a life, it at least might help someone comprehend what is happening. I gained that sort of help by stumbling across the comentaries of St. John of the Cross in the summer of 1990. About six months later, the voice I sometimes write about told me in a dream, “With respect to St. John of the Cross, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Then, I was covered with Evil. It was horrible, terrifying. I awoke trying to get out of it. I awoke in shock, terror. And, my ego was inflated, to have been told such a thing.
Juan de la Cruz was a clositered monk. He avoided women like they were the plague. He advised people to avoid all phenomenon, and come they would. There were was no way to know if a phenomenon was Lucifer in disguise. Ignore it all, keep turning back into the darkkness, he advised. He used accepted rituals to trigger the Paradise return, nearly all of which took place internally, in the darkness, and then in the blackness.
Juan said very few people survivied the entire course, and those fortunantes did so because they were in a protected environnent while they rode it out. Woe be unto anyone, he said, in whom this inside journey started, who was not protected, surrounded by people who knew something of what was happening.
Like Juan, I experienced the two dark nights of the soul he described in his commentaries. He wrote that the end of the second dark night, which almost no one survived, was the end of the journey. Not for me. I had several dark nights, after the first two. None were as horrible as the second, but all were terrible.
Also unlike Juan, I was put not only to experience the return internally, but also to engage the world fully. I was put with a series of different, accelerated women, who were used to trigger and accelerate my own process/Paradise return. I was put in very uncomfortable situations: world travel into unfamilair places, being homeless, running for public office, all of which triggered and accelerated my process. I was used to intruduce others to the same way of living, which triggered upheavals in them, and often in me, to further my own process. I learned God tests me where I am weak, not where I am strong. Endless tests, endless upheavals. Endless Holy Fire.
I was innnundated with phenomenon, which I was shown to receive and, in most caes, to view as parts of me I had lost, forgotten, thrown away, or never knew even existed — the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. I met the Evil in the St. John of the Cross dream many times. Often it was part of me. Often it was part of someone else. Often it was inchoate, in spirit. I learened all people, including me, have a demonic twin, which has to be included in this journey, for it to be successful. Nothing can be left behind, tossed away. It will snatch you back, if you try to leave it behind.
Juan’s journey was one of shrinking, discarding, reducing to nothing. Then, in that untimate nada state, in the blackness, alone, a singularity was reached; merger with God occurred. As indicated above, I was taken the opposite direction: to absorb it all, and, perhaps, I can’t say it happened yet, reach the mirror opposite of the singularity Juan reached — the totality. All of which seemed forcasted in the St. John of the Cross dream, and later in a revelatory/clarifying poem that fell out of me in April 1994:
The sacred prism
through which souls are refracted
into their elemental parts,
Purified in Holy Fire,
and sent on their way
to not even God knows where,
Simply because they are all
unique emanations of God,
Evolving . . .
Precious little help, and most likely a great deal of harm, is caused by Paradise candidates trusting the counsel of people who have not had the experience – relatives, friends, ministers, mental health workers, addiction counselors, shamans, gurus, spiritual healers, and so forth. The ancient Persian saying, “Let God kill him who himself does not know and yet presumes to show others the way to the door of His Kingdom,” should be kept ever in mind by the hapless soul who goes into the Paradise return. People in that person’s life cannot help, other than leave well enough alone, and, if needed, provide the victim with room and board and clothing.
Were I able to go back in time, to the day before I was abducted by Jesus and Michael in early 1987; were I able to find my then self and try to explain what lay ahead, that me would not be able to take it in. That me might think I was insane or the devil. Maybe the only way to get that me’s attention would be for angels to put that me inside of this me for about ten seconds. Any longer probably would be fatal, or drive that me permanently insane, simply because that me had no preparation (gotten into shape) to experience being me today.
Maybe comparing that me to a horse and buggy, and this me to a lunar space rocket, would serve to make the point. And maybe not. People today have some sense of a horse-drawn buggy and a moon rocket, but they have no sense of the trip back to Eden and the Tree of Life. It truly is not of this world, and there is no way to figure it out. The only way to know it is to experience it. If you do experience it, you will change in ways you cannot possibly imagine. You will leave just about everything behind, including most people you know. They will see to it, if you and the angels do not.
Did I dream about this post last night? Yep. Did I get instruction in my dreams about stuff I had not handled correctly when I wrote the first draft yesterday? Yep. Did I use the dreams to, hopefully, improve this post so that it is, hopefully, good enough? Yep. Is it good enough? I don’t have a clue. But if it’s not, I will be shown and pressed to get it good enough.