Greetings, Luminous One!
In this world of swirling stories, it's hard to figure out what's true and what isn't.
And on this Easter weekend, when the "greatest story ever told" originally occurred a few thousand years ago, I believe we need to pause and reflect upon how that particular story has shaped our world.
I write about this every year because in the retelling we may receive it differently each time.
As many of you know by now, I've been visited by a beautiful being named Yeshua many times over the last 12 years. But it was his first appearance on the Saturday before Easter that was a complete shock for multiple reasons.
First, until then, I'd had only the many Bible stories to go on about his existence and honestly, I had some doubt about the evidence.
Secondly, I wasn't close to him in the least. In fact, try as I may, I'd never been able to cozy up to Jesus despite loving his parables and teachings. He felt as distant as the stars.
But there he was, picking up a conversation that we had clearly started long ago, and the casual comfort of this discourse felt known, natural and right, even as my logical mind reeled with worry that I might be losing it!
There were several messages I came away with that day, but the one that struck me as being meant for the world was his distress that there was much more weight given to his suffering than to his transcendence.
Due to this focus, a message that suffering was redemptive had emerged, i.e. if we suffered, somehow we would become better humans.
Wow. That idea had never entered my mind.
He then showed me how this reality had been passed along from generation to generation until it had become woven into our very fabric of existence as an undisputed Truth buried deep in our subconscious.
His current work was to eradicate that idea in order to set humanity free from such constraints. (We can help in this regard by examining our beliefs and routing out any hidden messages about suffering being a necessary part of life.)
Since then, he, Mary Magdalene and others have become common visitors and teachers, which I am both humbled by and deeply grateful for. I no longer question their existence.
Last night, my husband asked me if I had ever asked Yeshua about the Truth of his rising. I had to laugh because in the early days, every time I would enter into conversation with them I would have a list of details I wanted answers to: did you really die like that? Did Mary really go to France? Was there a child? etc.
But when I would connect with them, I not only couldn't remember the questions, I simply didn't care about them. Being in their vibration always takes me to a place of "higher" Truth where specifics no longer matter.
What's True in my experience is that in the frequency of Love that emanates from them there truly is no separation, only the Oneness we all talk and dream about.
And from that Oneness, wisdom is imparted without a sound or word - it just flows into a knowingness that can't be easily explained, a place of True freedom.
I hope I'm not being too obtuse here - it's hard to put these experiences into words, but I know you understand because you've been there, too.
I believe that every time we meditate together, we're in those realms where we find "the peace that passeth all understanding."
I wish that peace and freedom for all of us today and going forward;
May we rise up out of the chaotic details of regular life and into the realm of Oneness and Love forevermore!
Much love and infinite blessings,