Why Should We Pretend?

Friend,

Why should We pretend, that Christ is not like Us? That We are not like Him, the Man? That somehow - He; The Great Deliverer - is set apart; different. “Different” in flesh, “different” in body, “different” in Divinity; in Divine Potential glowing behind Eyes bright and burning with Intensity, with Fire sacred and wild. Have You not looked into the Eyes of a Child?

Have You not looked into the Eyes of eight billion Human Children? Do You not feel our wondrous little Hearts burning with a ferocity for Life and Living, this same Intensity that lit the stage for Him; for an Immortal to physically “die,” only to Resurrect and be christened, Once and For All - A “King” Among “Men.” All Children, come to Earth, prepared to die; that is why our cells deteriorate and the telomeres at the tips of our chromosomal makeups keep shortening over “time.” Human life is not designed to hold the Soul-Force forever; our bodies are atomically programmed to “deteriorate.” But Fear not; “deteriorate” doesn’t always mean “to become worse,” or “to decline.” Sometimes… it means… “to be set free,” “to fly.”

Of course, We are here to purify the vibration of One, on Earth, and to merge the bridge between mortal and The Immaculate. Of course that is why he came and “died,” and of course that is why We come too; following in the footsteps of predecessors, of ancestors, of Ascended Masters who spoke Truth when Truth was unpopular, and who lived Love when Love was all but forgotten, buried under the superficial rule of superficial “kings” - “doctrines” - “beliefs.”

But isn’t that what We do too? Do We not challenge the overarching, un-loving rule, when we smile at each other even though the “other" voted for “wrong” person, or cut us off in traffic, or said something cruel, or chose to behave in small manner that is beneath the scope of our Immaculate reach? Does not one, quiet, tender, authentic smile re-write the rules of Human history? And even when our Friends are violent; even when another uses brutality to try to beat the living into the dead, does not revival come from Song? Do we not Sing to create More? Do We not dive deep in “times” of mind-bending monstrosities (True mis-deeds against children, against animals, against our sister, The Waters and against our brother, The Trees) do We, not dive deep, to Forgive? So that All may Live? Do We not change the elemental make-up of our personal energetic vibration, to transmute, fear into Love?

Because I have looked into your Eyes, Friend. And I have seen You at the bedside of family members with leukemia, and I have seen you at the gravesite of family members gone too soon, and I have seen You in the warzones and in the bedrooms when some of the most wicked of the wicked shows its broken heart, and I Am Proud to walk this Earth with You. For I have seen You hold The Light in these most perilous, most precious, of frozen moments; when the spiritual aches to depart from the physical because its all just too much, too awful, too miserable, too unbearably cruel and unfair - but You - You hold on. You hold the dying, you hold the crying, you hold the injustices and the merciless with a goodness in your Heart that is greater than the fear in our minds. And that -

Is exactly -

What Christ did too. His real name was Yeshua. And He said, as he uttered the very last of a few breaths, “Forgive Them, They Know Not What They Do.” And when they pulled his limp body from the cross - two planks of wood that held his blood dripping, his life slipping; as still he continued to beam One Song in the Name of All - his body stunk; it reeked of death and injustice and cruelty of the most abominable kind. He was Human; and his Heart had stopped - no longer pumping blood and energy to all the vital parts; a little lump of listless tissue behind the cage of twelve ribs on two sides.

It makes me ache to think of the scene atop that Gogatha hill; his remaining few, dearly beloved brethren weeping as they bound his body and wrapped his wounds - but so too, in equal measure and with every beat of my breath - it makes me ache -

To think of a mother who holds the dead body of her two-year-old hit by a bomb -

To think of a youngster who stares down at the dead body of his mother, beat by her lover -

To think of a grandpa who kisses the dead cheek of his grandson overdosed on fentanyl -

To think of a little sister who whispers “wake up,” to the dead body of her big brother, shot by their father -

To think of a father who prays over the dead body of his son murdered by an authority -

To think of a whole planet of people, who mourn a whole history of dead bodies, for a whole, complex array of un-loving happenings -

It makes me ache. And the ache is no less because the dead were not stamped Holy, were not anointed deities. He said, The Man - who on the third day rose, to Live again - “Do not hold onto me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father.” And the Woman he spoke too looked at Him, and did as He asked, She lived to spread The Message. Truth extends beyond Human words and is better depicted as Vibration. Friend -

Place your two hands on your chest, feel that Pulse. This is the same pulse - the same rhythm - that guided Christ’s movements; his words, his choices, his actions. This is the same Song that lifted him from the dead; that lifts All. One Pulse. One Heart. One Body.

One Breath. Inhale -

Exhale.

Do not “worship,” Listen.

Do not “idolize.” Love.

The second coming of Christ is not an Individual, but an entire collective of Beings - United in Purpose; bound by their Pulse - inhaling-exhaling One Breath. Already Initiates have come -

More are Arriving.

Herald, The Song. All Herald - Sacred Heart.