JR63: Jesus Redux: The Forward

The first will be last, and the last will be first.

On the island of Mykonos. Photo credit JAT 2001.

Sorry. Couldn't resist a biblical pun there. If you're visiting this blog for the first time, this page -- the final page in a lengthy conversation between Jesus and me -- will be the first thing you'll see. So it only makes sense for us to write this "afterword" as if it were a "forward."

If you've been following this blog as we've been writing it (we have readers in Canada, the U.S., Singapore, Germany, and few other places), you've probably figured out that we've been writing a book bit by bit. And now we've come to the end of this particular body of thought.

There's a great deal more that can be said about the topics we've introduced here, topics such as the nature of the soul, the nature of the soul-body connection, the need for healing, the need to recognize and treat major mental illness (especially as it relates to religious prophecy), and the need for the church to be honest about its doctrines if it wants to find its way back to a full relationship with God the Mother and God the Father in the third millennium. But there's only so much the human brain can absorb at one time. There's enough here to make anyone's head hurt (at least in the beginning).

Our chief goal has always been to spark discussion and encourage people to think for themselves. So if you feel from time to time that we could have given more background information or more references or more detailed explanations, you've probably stumbled into one of many spots in the book where we've intentionally given you the benefit of the doubt. We assume you're a rational, capable, tenacious person capable of doing some independent research. There has to be room in a book like this for you to find your own courage and trust. There has to room for you to build your own relationship with God.

This book can be used in a straightforward academic manner (which is why we're now going back and adding labels so it's easier for you to find the topics that interest you). But it can also be used in an intuitive manner. I highly recommend this approach if you're interested in slowly developing the intuitive circuitry of your own brain. 

In walking the Spiral Path, there's always the easy way and the hard way. Several years ago, when I was beginning my own journey, I did everything the hard way. I believed (because I allowed myself to be browbeaten by various gurus) that you can only learn to tap into your natural intuition or "spiritual quotient," as I've called it elsewhere, by using ancient divining tools such as tarot cards or lectio divina. If you've ever tried to read a tarot spread, you know there's a lot of wiggle room in the interpretation. And you're never quite sure . . .

On the other hand, you can take a book like this, and ask God to guide you to the page you most need to understand (a centering exercise first would help with this), and then let your hand click on the mouse while you're sort of looking at the archive of posts, but not looking too, too closely at the archive of posts. If you look too closely at the list, you'll get in the way of your own intuitive process and start second-guessing yourself. So just let the mouse hover somewhere over the archive list, then look away and click before you have too much time to think about it.

It's no big deal, really. You're just letting yourself be open to the idea that God knows what you understand least, and what will help you most today. It's quite possible you'll end up clicking on the same link several days in a row. If this happens, just accept God's wisdom. I learned long ago never to argue with God when the book opens up again and again to the same section.

Most of all, don't expect the journey to be linear. It's not gonna be. Love isn't linear. Love lurches along with its own extraordinary surprises and puzzling patterns, but it always gets you there in the end. God's love is the bedrock of everything you are. That's why, as Jesus and I love to say to our divine parents . . .

Mother and Father God, you both totally rock! We dedicate this book to you!

Love Jesus and Jen

Jesus as the author sees him

JR40: Recap: Some Reflections From the Author

Today I'm going to post a few of my own thoughts as a sort of recap. I think it's important for people to stop once in a while and take a deep breath and reflect on all the activity of the previous few weeks -- whatever the activity might be.  

The path of knowing and loving God is filled with unexpected pathways, bridges of hope, and places of deep and abiding peace. Photo credit JAT.

If you're new to this site, and you haven't started reading at the beginning, you're probably wondering what the heck I'm trying to do here. Am I pretending to write a dialogue with Jesus in the way Plato once pretended to write dialogues with dead people? Or in the way Neale Donald Walsch (he of "Conversations with God" fame) has been pretending to write dialogues with God?

No, actually. I'm exactly who I claim to be. I'm a mother and I'm a science-loving quasi-Christian cataphatic mystic who talks every day to one particular angel who happens to have acquired a lot of fame.  

The dialogues I write are exactly what I claim the dialogues are -- dialogues with Jesus. You can accept that or not as you wish. It makes no difference to me whether or not you believe me. I'm not trying to convert you. I'm not asking you for money. I'm not asking you to put me on a pedestal and admire me. Heck, if I wanted those things, I'd have posted my name long ago and built up a clever marketing campaign (as many other spiritual gurus have done). I'm trying to share some insights that have been important to me on my journey, insights that may prove helpful to you, too. That's my goal. That's my intent. If it feels right to you, great. If not, well, I'm not going to lose any sleep over your rejection. I know who I am and I won't apologize for it. 

I wrote my first 49 posts on Concinnate Christianity without bringing Jesus overtly onto the pages. But Jesus helped me write every one of those posts, just as he's helping me with this one, even though he's not speaking out loud today. Maybe you think it's all baloney, that if I'm not inventing the dialogues or inventing my belief in Jesus' presence, then there must be something seriously wrong with me. Maybe a split personality or something. If you're determined to put me in this category, there's nothing I can do to stop you. I know from harsh experience that all the proof in the world won't stop a person from believing what he or she is determined to believe. You've gotta do what you've gotta do, and I've gotta do what I've gotta do. However, you should know that I'm not the tiniest bit afraid of being assessed by an objective third-party psychiatrist in a normal clinical setting. I have great respect for the field of psychiatry. In fact, I probably have more in common with a psychiatrist of faith (by that I mean a psychiatrist who is also a person of faith) than with any other sort of specialist. (As you may have noticed, I have little regard for most theologians.)  

I decided to make this blog different. I wanted people to have the chance to get to know Jesus better as a person, and the only way to do that is to give Jesus a chance to speak in his own voice. Hence the dialogue format. These dialogues aren't pre-written. I write spontaneously on the date that actually appears at the top of each post. I usually write in the mornings because I happen to be a morning person. I also write in the mornings because I often start work around noon. Today I'm scheduled to start work at 10:00 a.m., though, so I have to type quickly because I need to get ready for work. As usual, I'll probably leave behind a few typos. I'll catch them sometime. Maybe later today, maybe not for a few weeks. I'm still finding typos on the Concinnate Christianity site.  

Meanwhile, I'm struggling to find the best way to introduce my thoughts on the spiritual journey on the Blonde Mystic site. It's no easy task to find the right pedagogical approach to a field of inquiry that has barely been touched by anyone because of its complexity. The journey of the soul can't be reduced to simplistic models -- which may be the only point I've managed to communicate effectively so far on the Blonde Mystic site. 

I didn't set out to be a channeller of the man who once lived as Jesus, and when I finally realized who it was that I was actually talking to I was some pissed. I was pissed because I understood even then (in 2001) the implications of trying to tell other people I can talk to Jesus. Yeah, right. Like, how bizarre is that? All I can tell you is that he really means it and I really mean it and hopefully you can feel the truth of his -- our -- words in our posts. 

I also hope you can feel how important it is for me to stay within the bounds of respectable science. Have you noticed I never prophesy? I don't prophesy because I think it's wrong to invent claims about what will happen. How can I know what will happen? I can make guesses, like everybody else, about what might happen. That's why I like science-fiction (as opposed to sci-fi, which I don't much care for, except for Star Wars). But science fiction is story telling. It's not prophecy (well, not intentionally, anyway). I don't waste my time trying to predict things. I have enough on my plate just trying to figure out the present. Of course, in order to understand the present, I need to have a grasp on the past, too. This is why I do so much historical research.  

The soul I know as Jesus is a real person, a real person with his own personality and his own talents and his own interests. He's not a clay figure who can be moulded and shaped into anything you want him to be. It's not right to treat anyone that way, including Jesus. He's his own person, his own self. 

I can tell you right now what you would "see" if he were here on Planet Earth right now in his own body (which he's not). You'd see a tall, dark-haired man with a tan complexion and dark brown eyes. You'd see a man who smokes (yes, I know what I'm saying here about the smoking thing -- and no, I don't smoke, and never have, except for two or three packs when I was 18). You'd see a man who loves vehicles -- sports cars, bikes, planes. You'd see a man who loves hard rock and plays guitar, piano, drums. But you'd also see a polymath -- a particularly gifted all-round scholar who can effortlessly handle science, philosophy, history, writing, music, and math. You'd see a man fascinated by medical science. You'd see a man who wants to be in the heart of the action where people need a lot of help. I could easily see him as a surgeon in a war zone. He's just that kind of guy -- brilliant but also a bit wild and reckless. 

Oh, and he swears a lot.  

This is who Jesus is. This is who he has always been as a soul and angel. It's who he will always be. He's gritty and funny. He's very shy, but he also has a "showy" streak in him, and once you get him going, you can't get him away from the microphone. He has a huge hole in his heart from the time when his human daughter died in Nazareth. (This sort of grief never goes away, even for angels.) He has terrific fashion sense. He sings like Josh Groban. He's left handed. He prefers tea over coffee.  

These things are hardwired into his soul. I've spent so much time with him that I can "feel" these things about him. Sure, I've translated them into "humanese" (not really a word, but I hope you get the idea). But everyone's soul personality gets translated into "humanese" when they choose to incarnate on Planet Earth, and it's really not that hard to see a person's true soul personality once you understand that God's children are always God's children -- no matter where they happen to be living in the space-time continuum.  

Gotta go. Time to go to work. Catch you later. Best wishes to you all. 

Love Jen

JR37: Mother's Day

A: Today is Mother's Day -- a very special day, and a nice time to talk about motherhood.

J: Happy Mother's Day to you.

A: Thanks. I celebrated yesterday with my son and my sister and niece. My son brought me a pot of white mums and a very funny card. He rolled into the driveway on his new-to-him 2008 Kawasaki bike, took off his backpack, and extracted the carefully wrapped mums, which didn't look too happy (between you and me) about having been transported by motorcycle on a cool spring day, but I grinned and took them inside and put them on the warm windowsill, where they're starting to perk up.

J: You're always very mushy when you talk about your son.

Landscape by Jamie MacDonald (c) 2015.When children are raised according to the four steps of the Peace Sequence – education, mentorship, personal responsibility, and finally peace – they’re able to tap into the unique soul talents wired into their DNA.

 
A (sighing): Yes. Most of the time. There's the odd day here and there where I have to do the Mom-being-stern thing, but I couldn't be prouder of him. He's being "who he is" in a good way, and that's all I can ask. I love being a mom.

J: Tell me more about that.

A: When he was born (in 1984), I was terrified. I didn't know anything about babies. I was a bookworm, an egghead, and I'd never even changed a diaper before he was born. But I was determined to be a good mom, a stay-at-home mom by choice. I had the most wonderful book that gave me answers to all my practical questions. I can't remember the title, but the author was Penelope Leach. Best book ever on parenting, in my view.

J: What about your own mom. Did you ask her for advice?

A: Sometimes. But she lived 3 hours away in a different city, and she was focussed on establishing her new career as an artist. My mother-in-law lived very close by, and she was keen to be helpful without being interfering, so she tried hard not to say anything critical to my face. She was a big believer in the Dr. Spock method of raising children, and she thought I should be putting my son in a big perambulator on the front porch every morning to get fresh air and sunshine. That's what she'd done with her two boys. When I refused to buy an old fashioned pram, she found a used one that she kept at her house for times when she was babysitting. She seemed okay with that as a compromise.

J: You had an unusual idea about child rearing. Tell me about that.

A: In her book, Penelope Leach emphasized the idea of teaching your baby about boundary issues and personal space. She said you should put baby in his own crib when it was time for napping and sleeping, and you should always be consistent about this. No sleeping in mom and dad's bed, she said. On the other hand, cribs were to be used only for sleeping, she said. Once nap time or sleep time was over, baby should be fully included in all family activities -- not parked in the crib to keep him out of mom's way while she was busy with household chores. This idea made a lot of sense to me at an intuitive level. It felt right to me. From the very beginning, I got into the habit of carting my son everywhere in my left arm while I did chores with my right hand. My left arm got very strong.

J: Why did you do that?

A: He seemed to have terrible separation anxiety. Each time I tried to put him in a baby seat, his little face turned beet red and he howled in outrage. In retrospect, I can see that I was making him feel unimportant and un-included. And you know what? He was right. He was telling me I wasn't trying hard enough to be in full relationship with him. On the other hand, he didn't give me a hard time about going into his crib for naps and bedtime because he quickly associated his crib with being warm and cozy and sleepy. Both my mother and mother-in-law told me I would spoil him if I didn't put in a baby seat while I was doing chores, but they were both wrong. Until he learned to walk (at about 11 months), he needed to be "up" where I could talk to him "person-to-person," where he could see what was going on, where he could learn by watching and "participating." He's always been a fearless learner.

J: You and he are very close.

A: We're close in a respectful way. We give each other space, but when we talk on the phone or get together for coffee or whatever, we listen to each other in an honest way. We try to listen to what's important to each other. Our relationship has evolved into a mature adult friendship.

J: Many young adults would have no idea what you mean by that.

A: I have several acquaintances my age who don't seem to like their adult children let alone love them. The relationships are deeply strained, and there's a lot of mistrust. There's also a recent trend in journalism for women to come out of the closet and admit they don't like being mothers and never have. It may be true that for many women motherhood has felt more like a curse than a blessing, but it's not universally true. Some women, such as myself, can't believe how lucky they are to have had the privilege of guiding and mentoring a soul on the journey towards maturity.

J: Without being overly enmeshed.

A: Yes. I think many women fall into the trap of enmeshment -- of being too involved and too protective and too fearful of mistakes (their own and their children's). You have to give a child some room to make mistakes. Then you have to help them learn how to handle their own mistakes. It's what mature parents do.

J: Just like our own divine parents -- God the Mother and God the Father.

A: I have no sympathy at all for the idea that we shouldn't use "parenting" metaphors about God in church anymore because we might offend some of the church members who've had abusive human parents. I totally get the reality that many human beings have never known what true parental love is because their own caregivers were such jerks. But the fact that some parents (or foster parents) are abusive doesn't mean that all parents are abusive. You can't stop talking about meaningful parenting just because somebody out there might have a panic attack. The person having the panic attack needs to receive appropriate medical care, of course. Meanwhile, the discussion about parenting has to continue so mistakes can be uncovered and changes can be made for the benefit of the wider community -- and for individual children.

J: You mentioned the Mother's Day card your son got you. What was funny about it?

A: It's a card that's really honest. On the front it reads, "Mom, I thought about you today while playing with my food . . . after spoiling my appetite with cookies . . . before leaving my stuff on the floor . . . to go blindly follow my friends in whatever they were doing." Then you open up the card and it says, "God, I love being a grown-up." And this is hilarious, because my son is 27 years old and he does still pig out on cookies before dinner (if they're homemade) and he does leave his stuff all over the floor of his apartment (unless he has guests coming over), and he's been this way his whole life. This is who he is, and he's never going to change, and you know what? That's okay, because he understands how to love and respect other people, and he knows how to take responsibility for his own choices, and that's more important than finding some cookie crumbs on the floor.

J: So he's not perfect? He makes mistakes?

A: Yeah, he's not perfect and he makes mistakes and I really like him anyway. He's doing the best he can. That's why I'm so happy to be a mom today and always. [Thanks, hon! Your Mom, ;) ) ].

JR1: Grab a Coffee, Sit Down, and Join Us

A*: Jesus, since I've promised this blog will be a real-time discussion with you, what do you think of the idea of getting started right away? 

J*: It's 7:00 o'clock in the morning. You've only had one cup of coffee. You sure you want to begin this discussion right now? 

Jesus as the author sees him.

A: I'm a morning person. I'm good. Besides, if I know you, we're going to be continuing this discussion for a long time.  

J: I'm a bit rusty. We haven't done this whole "I talk, you type" thing in a while.  

A: I'm more worried about the typos. I always miss some typos when I'm first typing.  

J: Well, think on the bright side. You have fingers to type with. Me, not so much.  

A: Okay. Let's talk about that. That's a good place to start. Can you put into words for readers exactly where you are right now? Where are you actually located?  

J: Hmmm. That's a hard one to explain. You sure aren't starting with the easy questions!  

A: Let's try a biblical metaphor, then. Are you seated at the right hand of God? 

J (much chuckling): No! I'm not at God's right hand. Not now. Not ever. God doesn't really have a right hand. Not literally, not metaphorically. You have to remember that God's essence isn't made in humankind's image. So there's no old guy with a white beard sitting on a throne. There's an old guy, all right -- that's our beloved father, God the Father. But there's also an old gal -- God the Mother. They're our divine parents. Their essence is intertwined in and around all Creation. They were here long, long before any of the rest of us. You could say they're the Alpha and Beta of everything.  

A: Rather than the Alpha and Omega.  

J: Right. They're the first two letters of Creation's alphabet, and everything else that exists has been made possible by their love and commitment. But they're not the only beings in Creation. They're literally our parents. So there are many souls, many angels, many children in God's family. The Divine Family started with Two -- our blessed Mother and Father -- but the family has been growing and growing and growing. I don't think there's going to be an "Omega" in Creation -- a final, definitive end to things. I think the alphabet is just going to keep growing.  

A: So you're saying you're one of God's children, a child of God, not God himself, as in "God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit."  

J: That's what I'm saying. I'm not God the Father, and I'm not God the Mother. I'm me -- an angel who goes by the name of Jesus. I'm one of bajillions of sons in God's loving family. I'm not the only son.  

A: And there are also bajillions of daughters? 

J (smiling): Yes, bajillions of daughers, too.  

A: So where are all these bajillions of angelic sons and daughters? Where are they? Where are you? Why can't we see you?  

J: Well, to answer that question, I'll have to turn to science. The question can't be answered without the latest thinking in science. Not Newtonian science, of course. Quantum theory can help, but even quantum theory is in its infancy. Scientists have only begun to scratch the surface of the scientific realities that hold together all Creation. And within the vast universe we all live in, only a tiny fraction of all matter and all energy is visible to the human eye. So, without trying to be mean, I would have to say in all honesty that one of the least reliable measures for judging what's real and what's not real is the human eye. 

A: That makes me think of Plato and his rejection of the human senses as a valid way to know God.  

J: Plato rejected the human senses because he didn't want his followers to see for themselves that God the Mother and God the Father are visible everywhere in the material, practical, earthly world that human beings are living in. I'm saying the opposite of what Plato said. I'm saying that the human senses are good, but limited. Once you understand and respect those limitations, you're less troubled about the fact that some things just aren't visible within the narrow detection range of the human eye. The EMF frequencies that power wireless phones aren't less real because you can't see them. Same with the microwaves that cook your frozen dinners. Real, though not visible to the human eye.  

A: Okay. So angels are real, then, but we can't see them with the human eye because angels have an energy signature that falls outside the range of the human eye?  

J: Sort of. But it's more that angels exist as matter in the fourth dimension, whereas the human eye only draws information from matter that exists in the third dimension. But even most physicists agree the universe has more than three dimensions. That's not science fiction. That's science fact.  

A: In other words, there's nothing within our current understanding of quantum theory that absolutely prohibits the idea of angels existing "where we can't see them." 

J: That's what I'm saying. It's a darned big universe out there, and one of the biggest mistakes people can make is to insist that "what you see if what you get." Creation isn't founded on the WISIWYG principle -- as anyone born without sight will tell you.

Nature provides us with many examples of a single creature going through stages of transformation that so radically change the outer form we wouldn’t believe, without the help of science, that they’re still the same creature on the inside. The process of incarnating as a human being involves a similar repackaging of a soul’s imaginal discs into a temporary physical form. We go from butterfly form (angel) to caterpillar form (human) then back to butterfly form (angel) when we die. If you want to learn more about the imaginal discs involved in a biological caterpillar’s transformation into a gorgeous butterfly, you can check out this 2012 Scientific American post by Ferris Jabr (https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/caterpillar-butterfly-metamorphosis-explainer/)

 

 

 

 * A=Author (Jennifer Thomas) and J=Jesus