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| Author G.E. Hansen who lovingly brings us The Gift Of series of books. |
Beloveds,
It is with great JOY that I have been reading a series of books that put the true teachings of Jesus up where they belong - The Gifts of the Apostles. The Bible does have the Sermon on the Mount and that does basically contain a lot of it, but not all of it. Sharilyn Stalling was the instrument of GOD answering a prayer of mine, "GOD, show me". She introduced the books into my life at the most opportune time.
Sharilyn has a life mission:
To alleviate suffering for humanity, one person, one family, one group
at a time, and to help each individual remember there is nothing anyone
can do, say, think or be that would ever separate him or her from the
unconditional love of Divinity/God.
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| Sharilyn Stalling |
At the age of 18 after being officially accepted into the Dutch Reformed Church I left the church the same day. The vow my parents made at the day of my baptism was fulfilled. I could go and search for truth elsewhere for I always felt the church limited GOD-Knowledge and the teachings of Jesus.
I found that the teachings of Jesus, the same knowledge the Apostles took into the world, were butchered by the ones who took over the reigns after they killed all the Apostles. The Expression of Christ built on the Rock Petra, Cephas, Simon Peter, was replaced by the "church" with the intent to let humanity not reach their full potential. The People of The Way were murdered and the new followers of the new religion that was concocted were called Christians. The information in the Bible was edited. The message from Jesus that we are all equal Children of GOD already, that we are gods in the making, that the Kingdom of Heaven is within first then manifest without, that we have to develop our chakras through right thought, right speech and right action, that we have to meditate with the Developing Breath to open our 1000 lotus crown chakra and pull in the golden light from our Christ chakra just above the head and so attain full Christ Consciousness - all of the information that will let a Child of GOD BE a Child of GOD was removed. The knowledge of the Apostles being chosen way before that incarnation from the 12 Astrological sectors of the Universe was suppressed. Anybody who kept to the abolished information was simply killed as witches and heretics. And thus the lie was formed and set into place through fear of burning at the stake for speaking against the "church".
The "church" said Jesus is the only son of GOD and they successfully made him an idol to be worshiped and so Jesus' whole message that we do not need any intermediary between us and GOD was destroyed. The happening of the curtain in the temple, hindering the common people to enter the Holiest of Holies, which tore open from the top to the bottom, at the time Jesus consciously left his body on the cross, was in vain. His words that 'nobody goes to the Father except through me' was misinterpreted to one will only go to heaven if you worship Jesus. With the knowledge of the Christ chakra removed, the chakra which gives one full Christ Consciousness which leads to GOD-Consciousness - The Way John the Baptist said we must make straight for Christ - people's consciousness could successfully be suppressed to stay in ego-consciousness.
The fact that all of us can attain Christ Consciousness, and how to, was swept under the carpet. But truth prevails.
So, on my quest to find the truth, after I left the church, I discovered many things but I always felt a bit hindered to live it completely because I always had the nagging question: "But does GOD and Jesus, whom I love so much, approve of this knowledge?"
A few friends and I embraced the knowledge in any case. Nobody stoned us or burnt us at the stake but the emotional abuse we have endured was not nice. To be called a heretic when in my heart I knew we were busy with truth was painful. To be judged and rejected by the same people one yearns to free is never nice. Worst is to be laughed at and labelled as crazy. But Master Jesus told us we would receive what he received. He warned us.
It is with great pleasure that I am reading The Gifts of the Apostles series of books lovingly recorded from the Akashic Records by G.E. Hansen. For the first time I can really speak the true message of Jesus, the true message of Christ Consciousness, with authority because now I know that everything I discovered after leaving the church is actually exactly what he taught the Apostles originally. Now I truly do not care what other people think of me or what I say anymore. I know who I am and I have a job to do. The time of being my own biggest hindrance to my job has passed.
See at the end of this blog post for links to where you may find some of the books yourself. In time all 12 of the books will be available, GOD-Willing.
Below, with the permission from G.E. Hansen, I post an excerpt from The Gift of Matthew because I love to share the real Jesus with you. And below that an introduction to G.E. Hansen.
The time for speaking in parables and symbols has gone. The time to speak clearly, with the responsibility added that the listener must understand before the speaker may be released to move on, is upon us.
Love in All Ways
Dehon Tau
THE GIFT OF MATTHEW - G.E. HANSEN
CHAPTER 4
The Master had a phrase for
it, ‘to hunger and thirst after righteousness’ sake. That described me exactly
and I didn’t know how hungry and how thirsty I had been until He gave me to eat
and to drink. I’m not speaking of physical food, you understand, nor do I speak
just of His teachings that were unbelievably exhilarating. I speak of the Power
emanating from Him. He was a man as other men in the sense of physique but oh,
He was so much more! Merely to be in His presence was enough to flood me with
euphoria. Away from Him a hundred questions troubled me, at His side they no
longer mattered. It was enough I bask in His Aura.
Oh yes, He spoke of such things,
though He called the aura by another name. He called it man’s field of presence, and He
spoke of other powers, too, and currents of powers that moved in, for, and by
nature, prevalent on land, sea and in the air. He said outrageous things in the
calmest voice and we accepted them because something deep inside us recognized
they were the truth. I never once doubted anything He said although being led
to behold the world superhumanly was often confusing. I clearly recall how
befuddled I was at my first session. “Think
ye that when ye walk thy feet are moved by conscious will?” He was saying when
I joined the group. “No, ye move not by will alone. Ye are infused by the Power
of the Father’s Love.”
“Love has power to move objects?”
James Zebedee asked, his black brows bunched together in thought. .
“Our Father’s expression of love has this power. When
thee grow in love, ye shall do likewise,” Jesus answered.
“I
don’t understand,” Simon objected. He and I both, I thought.
“Our Father is a Father of love and upon His love is
creation built. All that Is, is fed by His Love. Some there are who say, ‘this
is dead’ or ‘that is alive’. I say to thee, nothing is dead. For anything to
exist it is alive. What lives, lives on the strength flowing from the Father’s
love.”
“Could
you be more explicit?” John asked. “Death is commonplace.”
“Transition
is constant,” Jesus replied tranquilly. “What men call death does not exist.
Yet, it is to save God’s
little children from the great death that I am come.”
“Great
death?” Andrew puckered his brow in perplexity. “Are there differing deaths?”
“Let’s not go into that yet,” John said. “I want to hear
if old age and the grave are to be eliminated.”
“What of rocks and stones?” Philip asked, following
another train of thought. “They do not live as trees or men do.”
“Who
says they don’t?” Jesus questioned with a smile.
“Why, everybody. It’s general knowledge. Anyone can see
for himself there’s no life in a rock.”
“Bring
me a rock.”
Andrew and John
exchanged glances. John shrugged and left, presumably to find a rock.
“Ye have had the Old Testament of Faith. Now I bring ye
the New Testament of Knowledge,” Jesus went on. “Man gains comprehension
through experience.”
“We’ve seen you heal, make the lame walk, raise the sick.
Are you saying you can bring a rock to life?” Andrew asked incredulity lifting
his voice up the scale.
Apparently our density was beginning to undermine Jesus’
phenomenal patience. “No,” he said shortly. “I say the rock already lives and I
shall enable thee to see that life for thineselves. Who among thee does not see
the unseen world?”
“That’s true,” Simon agreed. “My growers couldn’t see the
olive sprites who labor on our behalf.”
I think my jaw fell down somewhere around my ankles.
Simon, the money-lover, said that? It was reputed an annas, to escape his
clutch, must fall on its knees and pray. What could a man like that know of the
soul? I felt the eyes of the Magus upon me.
“I have not chosen randomly,” He rebuked me. I
felt myself redden. It was doubly painful. He had divined my unloving thoughts
and who was I to criticize? I bore the same reputation myself.
Andrew Simon, the huge brother of Simon Simon, was
clearly as startled as I was. “Sprites? What sprites? You never told me of
them.”
To my astonishment, Simon looked sheepish. “It slipped
out. I hadn’t meant to mention them.”
“Why guard this company from truth? There are forms of
life far removed from humanity. Speak of the Little People,” Jesus said.
Simon made a deprecating gesture. “I don’t know much
about them. As to their relationship to humanity, I know nothing. Some of them
do resemble little people so that is what I call them. The Tree Sprites
resemble a tree.”
“Come off it, Si!” his brother
exclaimed. “Tell us what happened, maybe
then we can follow you.”
Simon squirmed uncomfortably under the
concentrated gaze of six pairs of eyes. I would have squirmed, too, had I drawn
the attention of the Magus to the same degree. That thought immediately was
chased by another. “I’m empathizing with my former enemy!”
Simon cleared his throat and
grunted, ”It was in the beginning of my stewardship of Father’s property. I had
a helpless mother and a baby brother for whom I must provide protection.” He
looked at me, “You know how that goes.”
“Yes,
I know,” I said, the feeling of sympatico stronger than ever.
Unless we had good harvests, I stood to lose
everything.” Si went on, “The crops of the two previous years had been wiped
out, which had contributed to the precarious financial situation I inherited.
Thus to me it was imperative the trees yield olives. I worked as hard as a man
could work, but I couldn’t affect the weather, the soil or the health of the
trees. I also prayed a great deal. Then one day when I was taking a breather, I
had been helping the men cultivate...”
“That’s
back breaking,” Philip interjected.
“As
bad as shoveling fish,” Andrew grinned.
“Shut up, you
two,” James growled. “I think we’re near the issue. Go on, Si. Where were you?”
“Right here in Capernum. Exhausted and worried, I’d lain
down under a tree and was almost asleep,” he paused as if searching his mind
for words to explain his meaning.
“Well, what
happened?” Andrew urged.
“The problem is, little brother, I can’t explain what
happened. Suddenly I saw more than I had ever seen before. The whole grove teemed
with astonishing beings, every one of them working their hearts out.”
“What did they resemble?” Philip asked, leaning forward
as if his straining could draw forth the answer more quickly.
“The ones I noticed first, resembled people. Some had
wings and were no larger than my little finger. Others had no wings. They were
bigger.”
“Were
these the sprites you spoke of?” James asked.
“Oh,
no.”
“Then
you had further experiences such as this?” Philip suggested eagerly.
“Yes.
The next time it happened I saw Pan.”
“Our
Greek Pan?” Philip cried incredulously.
“He’s about as Greek as I am,” Simon
snapped. “But I’ll give you this, the ancient Greeks had better eyes than
Judeans have. When I roused from being
relaxed, I could no longer see them.”
“Let’s
get back to when you did see them. What happened?” James urged.
“Well, not much. Pan just told me what to do to get a
bumper crop. It was much the same advice as the tree had given me.”
“The tree talked, too? And ‘not much’ happened?” Andrew
roared breaking into laughter. “Oh my sides and saddles, I don’t wonder you’ve
kept this to yourself. Had you been indulging a little lavishly with the
wineskin?”
Jesus answered for Simon, “No, he had not. In the womb of
the world man exists awash in a sea of energies to which he is adapted most
wondrously. According to his understanding man’s senses screen from his
awareness information his mind cannot accept. What a man’s sight reveals to him
in this life is a small fraction of what he shall see in later ages. Likewise
it is the same with the other senses. If each existent energy were to press
upon the unready minds of this present generation, those minds would burn out.
Ye whom I gather to me are not spiritual children of such tender years. To ye
the senses bring information more widely.”
“Here’s the stone,” John announced reappearing on the
rooftop. “I had to go halfway to Jericho to find one.”
Jesus accepted it with thanks and handed it to Simon. “Feel,
observe and pass it on.” Obediently Simon handled it, even smelt it, and gave
it to James. One by one the others examined that stone until at last it came to
me. As far as I could see, it was an ordinary stone, an irregular lump of rock,
inanimate, a non-living thing.
“Wrong,”
Jesus smiled at me. “Everything to exist must live.”
I sucked in my breath. This magus who divined the
thoughts in another’s head was decidedly disconcerting.
A few minutes later I was considerably more disconcerted.
Jesus told us to relax from head to toe, repeating this instruction several
times. Under the influence of His voice I felt myself relaxing as I had never
done before. My bones seemed to melt into a mound of mush. He suggested
consciousness should become a pinpoint of light and I ceased to be aware I had
bones at all. He suggested we examine the structure of life in the stone and
the magic began. Before me I saw the floating stone, which enlarged as it came
towards me, or I shrank. I entered the
stone and still it grew. It grew until it was mostly space with small spheres
hurtling about me, shining like stars. Next, I became aware not of substance
but of energy. Streams of colored lights flowed past and through me in
intricate patterns. I seemed to be composed of light and the light was joy.
“Come forth from the life of the stone,” Jesus directed.
At the sound of His voice the stars disappeared. “Did ye find thy inanimate
body?”
“No, I didn’t,” I said before anyone
else spoke. “What I found were many small stones in great agitation bathed in
streams of light.”
“Ye found the sands of existence driven by the life of
existence,” He corrected. “The life is the Father’s love and with love He gives
life to all that is. Nothing manifests into physical form without love.”
“Are you telling us our bodies are composed of small spheres
like the stone?” Philip asked.
“Yes.”
“But
we’re solid,” John objected.
“As
stone,” Andrew chuckled.
“Much in appearance is illusion,” Jesus said. “Senses screen
from the spiritual young many truths. Yet who among ye is spiritually young?”
“If
I understand you correctly, our senses are expandable?” James enquired.
“Ye know they are,” Jesus replied. “Among ye are they
already expanded, awaiting only the use of will to perform.”
“This is then a natural function?” Philip continued,
perplexed. “Man is made to look both ways, within and without?”
“Correct.”
“Then why are so few looking within? Apart from the few
of us here on this rooftop, whom I presume share this peculiar capacity, I have
never found anyone else with it.” I looked at the rest. “Have any of you?”
“Be patient, Matthew,” Jesus said. “In the long reach of
evolution man’s progress is slow. From the animal and animal instinct does he
progress through pain to angelic instinct. In the process his senses bring him
into wider rapport with the two realms, the kingdom of men on earth and the
Heavenly Kingdom of the Angels. Today on earth the mass of men linger under earthly
influence.”
Mary of Dana, Si’s comely housekeeper whom I’ve mentioned
before, appeared at that point to announce supper which broke the train of
conversation. Over supper it became general and I don’t recall Jesus ever
touching on that precise topic again.
* * *
G.E. Hansen explains the process in her own words:
When I was eighteen I knew I had a calling to help
humanity but I resisted it with all my will for I had a fear of
ostracism by orthodox Christians.
I graduated from the University of Alberta with a Bachelor of Fine
Arts degree majoring in English (writing). I married, had a family, and
much of the next forty years passed full of agony. Then I had a near
death experience. I had not told my family that I had been seeing WRITE
in white foot high letters every night before I fell asleep. The month
before my three heart attacks I saw WRITE NOW but still I played for
time. Well, let me tell you standing in outer space looking back at the
earth which was the size of a baseball and talking to two Persian
priests about my future made me decide to return to my calling.
What was that calling? To write the stories of the twelve disciples
of Jesus from their point of view and to include two other stories of
their choosing from the many lifetimes they have contributed help to
humanity.
The Gift of Judas was the first book I was given to record.
It was a great sorrow and pure joy for me to write the soul journey
of Judas for he suffered greatly as both Xerxes and Judas from grief and
the consequent loneliness yet he also knew the greatest joy imaginable
in the presence of the Master of Masters, Jesus the Christ.
And how did I write these books?
They came from the Akashic Record – that tenuous element in which
every thought, every word, every deed of every soul that has ever lived
is recorded for all eternity. Unlike the public library, the Akasha is
not readily available to everyone. To touch it, clairvoyance is
absolutely necessary.
Here is how my clairvoyance operated. First, I would see what can be
called stationary visions; that is an image of something would appear
like a picture of an ancient town or a person in a foreign costume or
some symbol that represented the person of whom I was to write. These
first clues inspired me as to whom I was being asked to write about.
Then I would receive the visions of the third eye where symbology must
be interpreted by either knowledge of the symbol or intuitively knowing
what the symbol represented. Third, I would be one with the past through
the Akashic records.
This means I was in a ‘living movie’ of a past event with all the
smells, sounds, emotions and experiences of each person in the past
event. In the Akashic consciousness you have 360 degree awareness unlike
our usual physical perception. When I experienced the Akashic record, I
simply recorded what the people in the scene were experiencing for I
was one with each and every person.
Thus, you can imagine how I tried to avoid suffering scenes for the
pain was so real. I struggled through it for the joy of putting on paper
the lives of the twelve apostles and some of the people they had been,
like Abraham Lincoln, which was reward in itself.
There are those who may say after reading this work that it is no
more than a piece of fiction. The writer does not offer argument.
Everyone must digest his own truth.
Although truth itself remains constant, man’s individualized
comprehension of it varies. What is truth to one is not truth to
another. It is unnecessary therefore for me to enlarge further upon the
nature of the books. Indeed it is the reader’s right to arrive at his
own conclusion – yet, my wish is that the essence of my writing brings
something of eternal joy into each person’s life.
~ G.E. Hansen
