The Gifts of the Apostles of Jesus.

The Christ-Consciousness Grid lovingly created around Earth for the Highest Good of All.

 

There come times in one's one life when some core beliefs are addressed and found to be someone else's beliefs. Some have been burnt to death at the stake, throats have been cut, they were hanged till they die, crucified, drawn behind horses, simply just killed and yet... they return because the submittance to Love is stronger than death.

Yes, some are correct in stating that re-incarnation does not exist, yes, I agree completely. We have but one life. We might take up different personalities or earthsuits or bodies so that the one life can keep on expressing Love, yes, but we have only ONE Life.

We are CONSCIOUSNESS, INTELLIGENCE and SUBSTANCE incarnate.

I am that which is beyond belief because I Know.

My mind cannot change because I am out of my mind and into Truth - which cannot be explained or pinpointed because then it enters mind and mind is false.

I am part of The People On The Way, as you are - because of LIFE ~ We serve GOD to the best of our abilities. Our messages have been distorted, edited and sometimes just cut by the minority in false-power on Earth. They are always restored again though and found by the ones who are also on the way, the way of perfection, when every thought we think, word we say and action we take is aligned with Love.

Following below are some parts of stories lovingly recorded from the Akashic Records by G.E. Hansen:

How to explain something so simple yet so beyond her understanding? I decided to give it a try. I leaned towards her. “I’ll make you a bargain; I’ll explain, you believe. You accept?”

            “Oh yes,” she cried eagerly, “to that I agree.”

            I doubted she’d keep her end of the bargain but I began anyway. “I’ll keep this as simple as I can,” I told her. “In the beginning before humanity, there was God the Father Who created heaven and earth and all that in them is, including angels, animals and men. This He did by thinking and investing each thought form with His energy to give the illusion of reality.” I placed a finger on her lips to stifle the objection I could see coming.

            “But the world is real,” she protested in spite of my finger.

            “In a sense,” I agreed, “only the reality is buried beneath the illusion.”

            She frowned in perplexity. “I do not understand.”

            “And you won’t unless you hush and let me get on with it,” I said. She nodded and I picked up where I’d left off. “From life comes energy and life is the Father Who expresses Self three ways through energy, consciousness and will which He expressed predominately as follows: to the angels He gave will, to man, rationality and to all, energy. The only real difference between a grain of sand and an ant, between an ant and a man is the quality of consciousness. Once in manifestation, the potential for expanding consciousness exists. It will take eons for the world to reach fruition but each right thought forwards the Father’s plan because thought conveys energy and the higher the quality of thought, the more the plan is helped.”

            “But how does one acquire high quality thought?” Chloe broke in. “I have thought often of mighty Osiris and nothing happened.”

            “Something happened though you were unaware of it, dear,” I said. “It is our reactions to our experiences that conditions the quality of thought. Do not forget, like attracts like. Many lifetimes dedicated to righteousness may pass away before a soul can attract healing energy. Fortunately there is a shortcut. Our Master, the Christ, gave us the right to use His power by calling on His name.”

            “Definitely you are of Osiris,” Chloe affirmed.

            “Your secret is safe with us, revered sir,” said Osmium breaking into our dialogue. He hadn’t the look of a man struggling up from the haziness of sleep, it was more the alert look of someone who had been awake feigning sleep. “You need tell us no more but do not dishonor our table by departing therefrom. In the past I have paid merely lip service to the gods but after having seen the power of Osiris’ hand when laid upon his priest, I shall take to his Temple the moment I am home, a quarter of all that I possess. Mighty is Osiris and mighty were the works my eyes beheld.”

            Here was another reaction that barred the way to The Master’s Truth. Do you think this stubborn Egyptian paid heed to my words? No more than Iostes. Osmium was firmly convinced. the power was of Osiris and that was that. While I had the sense to realize by Osiris he meant the same as I did by the Father, I grieved that the Christ concept was beyond him. Chloe listened attentively and blankly. What I wouldn’t have given to have been able to enlighten them! But the Master had promised I should drink of His drink and the frustration was gall to the tongue however dilute.

             I was troubled, too, by my inconstancy to His cause. Since my indiscretion in the courtyard, much of my thoughts were given to Chloe. The very air was charged with my awareness of her. Meals were a bittersweetness - the joy of her presence mixed with the sorrow of renunciation. I knew she could never be mine yet tiny persistent tendrils of thought poked through consciousness envisioning what it would mean if she were. This return of the animal nature to supremacy appalled me and I spent much time in prayer, to poor effect as far as I could determine. My desire was making shipwreck of my resolution. My last night in camp was such sleepless torture it was almost a relief to depart with the dawn.

* * *

           

We came from the four quarters, from near and far to the meeting in Bethsaida. Peter and Matthew up from Jerusalem, Nathan from Babylonia where he had taken over the charge left by Theuddus, Drew down from Heriopolis in Bithnyia, Philip from Ephesus, Simon Z. from Antioch, James Alph from across the sea in Macedonia, wherever we were, we all came. It was a poignant meeting, supercharged with shared memories of yesterday and the knowledge that our tomorrows would seldom again be shared, if ever. But sentiment did not keep us from settling to the business at hand, which was nothing less than to hammer out a common structure on which to build the foundation of a unified church.

            This was no easy matter. With such a group of rabid individualists, strong minded in the extreme, to tame our actions to the handling of those that should come after was more difficult than converting the heathen. We hadn’t been in session an hour before tempers began to fray. I have noticed wherever you find a driving personality, you find a temper either leashed or not. I can’t say the leashes were tightly held that week in Bethsaida; some of us were more afflicted in this regard than others but there wasn’t a one unaffected. In the family atmosphere we were less inclined to restrain ourselves than we would have been in any other environment. Here we were free to express what we really felt, and believe me, we did!

            We were from many backgrounds, Rabbinical, Essene, Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Babylonian. With so many hereditary enemies lying down together, how could we be expected to interpret His Message the same way? That we finally came to any agreement as to techniques, I am fully convinced was one of those unheralded miracles of our Master. Even apart from this accomplishment it would have been a rewarding week in prayer, meditation and fellowship. Womanship, too, to coin a word, for our women were as much a part of our effort as were we. As the Master had pointed out, they were making very real sacrifices for The Cause.

Twelve constellations encircle our planetary system. Each of them has a vibratory energy of its own and each vibratory energy comes from The Father of All that is, our Creator; thus each constellation radiates a different radiation or a particular unique potency of the Creator. The ancients left us clues to the inner meaning of the constellations’ powers in the symbols they chose for them; for example, the inner meaning of Libra is the urge to achieve the perfect point of balance between two opposites.

Since every one of the apostles of Jesus the Christ is the unique energy of one of the different constellations, they are imbued with different potent energies. Not only that, every individual is the unique product of an experience-personality-soul amalgam.

These twelve men travel from life to life as representatives of a group, a clan and a brotherhood older than the stars themselves. They are born into every culture and every race, always the freedom seekers and truth bearers of their times, enlivening Christ’s unconditional love energy wheresoever they live. Usually they accomplish their mission but it is hard while in human flesh to always remain steadfast. Although each of the twelve seeks to serve God and the Christ power with all the strength of body, mind and soul he possesses, each brings his own emphasis to the work.

Jesus, who was pure enough to be completely infused with the Christ power, recognized these differences and for this reason chose Peter, who carried the strength and steadfastness of the Taurus bull, to be the foundation of His teachings.

Throughout history there appear souls who are pure enough to become one with the Christ power. All the leaders of great religions were such souls.

 (From The Gift of James Ben Zebedee by G.E. Hansen.)

Although we came from many divergent backgrounds, of race, culture, we all, except for Matthew, had considerable wealth and impressive personal connections. Philip, Drew, Nathanial, Simon of Cana and the Maccabees had graduated from the Museum in Alexandria. Theuddus was Herod’s favorite court musician and James Alphaeus had been appointed clerk in Herod’s court, while Jude, identical twin of James Alphaeus had apprenticed to Jesus’ father, Joseph, who was the foremost architect in the entire region. Only Matthew and I had not had the experience of higher education yet no matter our differences, the one thing we all shared, besides a boundless dedication, was the feeling of inadequacy. On the day we returned to Capernaum, we discussed this among ourselves.

“Simon,” Matthew said, “I still can’t understand why I am one of this group. There are so many others of superior abilities Jesus could have chosen.”

“I’ve asked that same question about myself,” Theuddus replied before I could say the same thing. He nodded to Andrew who had strolled over to join us. “I can understand why Andrew was chosen. He’s had Museum training.”

Andrew grinned. “I manage to get along in spite of it. Why throw that in my face?”

Theuddus colored with embarrassment. “I was not implying criticism. We were trying to find a reason for being chosen by Jesus. It is reasonable He chose you and the others, you’ve been educated.”

“And what possible merit do I have?” Matthew added. “Society rejects me.”

“You’ve thonged the wrong sandal,” Andrew laughed at him. “You assumed the responsibilities of a man while a youth,

 same as my brother. You’re worth twice of me!”

“I hear you, Matthew,” I joined in. “I haul nets, shovel dirt and balance a few books. How come I have the honor of listening to Jesus divulge spiritual truths?”

Matthew snorted. “Haul nets and shovel dirt? Hah! I did your taxes. You have built a financial empire.”

I sat back uncomfortably, “So what. I’m uneducated. Just about everyone here is Museum educated.”

Simon of Cana patted his round belly and stated, “Education does not prove the worth of a man. Living does that.”

“What’s the serious discussion?” Philip asked also joining us.

“We don’t feel we’re worthy of the honor Jesus has bestowed upon us when there’s so many others he could teach,” Theuddus answered.

Philip plopped his lanky body beside Andrew. “Do I ever know what you mean! Nathan and I were talking of that just yesterday. At least you were all Jews but I was born a gentile! How can He have chosen me?”

The Master, as always divined what was troubling us. I’d seen Him in a temper before with the money changers at the Temple and I had discovered Jesus could get as riled as I could myself. He bellowed with eyes of fire, “Enough! Sit! Now!” We hastily rearranged ourselves in front of him.

“I gather thee about me and ye question why, claiming great unworthiness,” He thundered in an explosion of feeling. “How often must I repeat? Of this ye cannot judge! Have I not told thee anon and yet anon memory is forfeit to the Turning Wheel and the cloak of personal­ity hides the truth of self? All of ye are old masters. Over many lifetimes each practiced righteousness; right thinking, right speaking and right action. Know this, he who is confirmed on the Way abides thereon. In each of thee long ago was the bond of the senses loos­ed. Let the little children judge with the judgment of a child; ye who hath passed through the Initiate’s Door, knowing death is the reservoir of life, use a larger measure. In mastery the personality died birthing Divinity. What matter then the expression of personal­ity? Were ye paragons of human virtue without alignment to Divine Will ye would be useless to me. Ye who sacrificed the lower to the higher, seek sustenance upon a wider arc and trouble me no longer with the ludicrous. Who among ye sees not with the inner eye, or hears not with the inner ear or communes not with other worlds of being?” He paused, daring any of us to deny the charge. Each of us looked shocked, some expressions verging on shy, some scared, none showing false pride. We grinned sheepishly at one another, thereby acknowledging what heretofore we carefully had kept to ourselves. He continued hardly more mollified.

“Think ye then, ye hath not outdistanced thine fellows? What does it matter if some of ye come to me from within the circle of my earthly family? What does it matter if some of ye come to me from my spiritual family spread near and far, from Galilee, Judea, Cyprus, Egypt, Babylonia and Greece? What matters is the purpose of the souls that spirit carried forth into the bodies of men. Enough time wasted. There is much to do and short the hours allotted to accomplish­ment. Soon ye shall follow me forth into the outer world but first I shall awaken each of ye to thy real selves by enliving thy memories of ancient knowledge.”

“How can memory be vivified when what You tell us is always new?” I asked.

“Do not criticize until you have heard the Master out,” Drew hissed in an undertone.

“I’d never presume to criticize the Master,” I answered stoutly. “I am perplexed for I know He never speaks without implanting new thoughts.”

“I differ with you, Simon,” the other Simon, the bridegroom of Cana, said. Everyone still used my birth name by the way; it was later that the Master gave me my enduring name. “The Master does speak on old thoughts but with new insight,” the Canaanite went on. “He speaks of forces and energies and of man’s attempts to understand them. We, with an Essene background, can readily comprehend the personif­ication of aspects of Deity yet I have discovered that those of us lacking knowledge of the Quabalah have other frames of reference equally tenable. Hidden in the various pantheons of the various gods and goddesses are the same primordial principles.”

“True,” Philip contributed, “particularly in the labors of Hercules do I see a correspondence to what I’ve been told of the Holy Sephiroth.”

Jesus smiled all round. I don’t think I ever saw anything as

 joy­ous as that smile of His. It was highly infectious and it never failed to light a warm, answering glow in my heart. “Yae, truth is truth,” He averred, “and the Will of God everlastingly found in the Book of Bal­ance. Take thine stand therefore neither at the Pillar of Severity nor at the Pillar of Mercy but at the great central Pillar of Equilibrium, knowing that naught stands alone. The two faces of Janus immutably stare from all things. Good and bad, positive and negative, conscious­ness and nonconsciousness, in all is duality.”

“I do not understand,” Philip fretted. “Drew told me that on the Tree of Life the Central Pillar represents consciousness. How is it possible to stand elsewhere?”

“Think with what we deal,” Jesus said patiently, “symbols for unmanifest force. It is not unusual for a symbol to carry more than one meaning. There is a serpent of wisdom and a serpent of wickedness. To a Roman, the face of Caesar is godly, to my countrymen, it bears  another concept.” At that we laughed and He waited until we’d settled again before continuing. “Ye caught my meaning, I perceive. Know ye then that duality is recognized in all mysteries; in Hindustan, as James can tell thee, will the yogi speak of Prana, of the Ida and Pingala which meet when the Kundalini rises through the central channel of the Shushumna, and beyond, in the yellow world, doth men of slant-­eyed visage speak of the two principles, the Yin and the Yang which find equilibrium in the Tao or the Way. Say they differently than we that the central pillar is consciousness, whether stationed at sensory consciousness, awakened consciousness or illumined consciousness?”

“But...” Philip began.

Jesus raised His hand to curb him. “Await, my impatient friend. I come to thy perplexity. Know thee that the world is one, that life is and ever shall be and each systemic law an expression of the Will of the Father in Heaven. The law of polarity is such expression. What matter to the law if I alter the symbol? Is Solomon’s Pillars to say a greater verity than Yin and Yang or that on the right and left stand as­pects of the Tree of Life? Confuse not the thing with its symbol, my brother.”

Matthew cleared his throat nervously. Despite Jesus’ matter of fact acceptance of him, he was still inclined to be apprehensive.

“Aye, Matthew?” Jesus encouraged.

“I had thought of male and female, a physical duality. Is

 mar­riage the human Tao then and if such be, how can evil flow there from, for on every side is to be seen the evidence of marital misery?”

“Verily,” Jesus smiled, “the Father’s laws are implacable, as he who breaks one finds. It is enough in the four-footed world that the species be preserved; in the human world is a greater wonder. Mating is meant to be of a higher order. In the three worlds, physical, emotional, mental, may soul conjoin soul, and when that eventuates in the mental world, truly hath two become one. Alas, the infants know this not, nor shall they, until they mount the Ladder of Light and until then, shall misalliance endure.”

“Not every marriage is a nightmare,” I objected, thinking of the contented ones I knew, my own, for example.

“Why must thee, my disciples, emulate thy brethren’s ignorance?” Jesus’ annoyance was implicit in His tone. “Did we not speak of breaking the law? Harmony is found with harmony. When like mates with like on the level of the mind, it is the higher octave of humanity. Rarely is the highest earned, soul to mate with soul, while habitating on earth. Listen to mine wording. Aye, this mating is the priceless gift of the Heavenly Father to be treasured above riches and pearls. Some of ye shall know it even in this lifetime and in that conjoined state of equilibrium shall thee truly bless the Book of Balance.”

(From The Gift of Peter by G.E. Hansen.)

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