Posted by Roberta Grimes • August 16, 2025 • 0 Comment
Jesus, The Teachings of Jesus, Thomas Jefferson
Love is but a song we sing!
Fear’s the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring,
Or make the angels cry.
Though the bird is on the wing,
And you may not know why,
Come on people now, smile on your brother!
Everybody get together,
Try to love one another right now.
Some may come and some may go.
We will surely pass,
When the One that left us here
Returns for us at last.
We are but a moment’s sunlight,
Fading in the grass.
Come on people now, smile on your brother!
Everybody get together, try to love one another
Right now. Right now. Right now!
– Chet Powers (1937-1994), from “Get Together” (1967)
There are times when my wish that I could be a Christian again will unexpectedly overwhelming me. I have a sister and a cousin who are about my age, both of whom were widowed decades ago. My cousin was an only child who grew up one town over in rural New England, so we three have been close all our lives. Now we text together on Saturdays, and on other days, too, when something happens that seems to one of us to be worth sharing. So naturally, when I held my big deer breakfast last Sunday morning, I had to text to Lee and Paula a few pictures that were taken out my office bow window. My older daughter had stopped at a Buc-ees on her way back from a drive down to Houston on that previous afternoon, and she had bought a big bag of deer-corn with which to entertain our local population. For people who don’t live in Texas, I should add that a Buc-ees is a highway-side world too gigantic to be called just a pit-stop, and it sells some eccentric things, including cheap bags of deer-corn. (The fact that those camouflage-colored bags of deer corn have big bull’s-eyes printed on them is something that we can politely ignore.) So, there were a dozen deer in our yard that morning, ranging from bucks wearing half-grown antlers still in velvet down to this year’s spotted fawns, all together just outside my office bow window, cheerily munching on their Sunday breakfast maybe six feet away, and oblivious to me!
I texted a few pictures to Lee and Paula, but I didn’t hear back from either of them for almost an hour. Their tardiness excuse was that they each had just come home from church. One lives in Colorado now, while the other still lives in Massachusetts, and each is of course now a matriarch who lives, as I do, surrounded by her grown daughter’s beautiful and nearly-grown families. And, amazingly to me, they both find going to their local Protestant churches on Sundays to be just a usual part of their wonderful American lives. What always comes to my mind as I read their texts about having just attended their churches is, of course, the sweet New England Congregational church of my childhood, where I never heard a single fear-based word. I still receive that church’s weekly emails, to this day. But dear Reverend Turrell has long since transitioned, and that church itself is several days’ drive away from where I live now in Texas, surrounded by my own beautiful family which is here now down to its third generation. But unlike my sister and my cousin, even though I have devoted my life to serving God, and now I know and I deeply love the genuine, still-living Jesus with everything that is in me, I find that I can no longer be a Christian. For a time, soon after we moved to Texas, I thought the Unity Church might be my answer, since it was down to just singing and positive conversations about how to better live the teachings of Jesus. But then more recently, Unity has begun to make much of, and almost to semi-deify the late-nineteenth-century founders of Unity, the Fillmores and some others, which is the very last thing that poor Charles and Myrtle ever would have wanted.
My problem is that I know too much! I know that the religion that we call “Christianity” was begun in the year 312 A.D by the Roman Emperor Constantine, after the Romans had spent the previous two centuries trying to snuff out and destroy the whole Jesus Movement. After those first centuries of blood and horror that only had served to help to make the Way of Jesus stronger, Constantine then suddenly made a shift and began to follow Jesus himself, because he thought he had seen a vision of a cross in the clouds, and heard a voice that said, “By this sign you shall conquer.” Which hardly seems to be a great spiritual base on which to build a new religion!
What Jesus had given us was a set of spiritual teachings that He called “The Way”. His body had died on a cross at the end of His earthly life, true enough; but only so He could then miraculously raise it from the dead, and thereby prove to us all that our lives are eternal. Jesus’s Way was immediately powerful, and it grew steadily ever more powerful. It soon had millions of followers, all around the Mediterranean Sea and as far away from its roots as Rome! But then, three hundred years after Jesus’s Resurrection and His Ascension, along came this Roman crazyman Emperor who needed a great fear-based way to unify and energize his armies, so he called the First Council of Nicaea in the year 325 CE, and he directed them to create the first Christian Bible, and the fear-based doctrines of the Christine religion that is still being followed worldwide to this day. Christianity is not Jesus’s Way at all; but rather, it is Constantine’s Way.
How do I know all of this with such soul-wrenching certainty? Because Jesus, our beautiful eternal Friend Jesus, who came to us truly as God on earth, has personally told me His genuine Eternal Life’s Story. One night in 2022, and with no warning at all that this was about to happen, my Thomas took me to the astral plane to meet with Jesus, and they allowed me to remember the event. Seriously! I look back at this whole life that I am living now, at my Experience of Light when I was eight years old; and then at discovering that my spirit guide is not a usual sort of spirit guide, but rather he was Thomas Jefferson in his most recent lifetime but one, and he has been what you might call Jesus’s close sidekick for the past two thousand years. You cannot make this up, and I am private by nature, so for sure I never would have chosen any of this! When I first began to put it together, and I started saying, “But, why me?” Thomas would cheekily retort, “Why not you?”
This is my Thomas’s first time working as anybody’s spirit guide, and as I think you can see, he is not yet great at the job (sorry, Thomas). Everyone who is born on earth has a primary spirit guide for that lifetime, and the point of Thomas’s spirit guide role is supposed to be to guide me in raising my base spiritual vibration. So, our relationship should be all about me! But apparently, Thomas and I are old and close friends, and my usual gender is male, so he treats me with more familiarity, and with much less gentle respect than is usual in the spirit guide relationship. And although I have no memory of any of this while I am in this body, I gather now that I also am part of Jesus’s eternal inner circle. So, Thomas and I came into this lifetime that is supposed to be my life planning mostly to continue to serve Jesus, as we have been doing ever since the Lord’s Ascension, two thousand years ago. Which, Thomas is now pointing out to me, has been a very effective way for him to help me to further raise my personal spiritual vibration, has it not? So, perhaps he hasn’t done such a poor job at his spirit guide role, after all, wouldn’t you say? And, shouldn’t I be admitting to that, now? Well, in any event, that was the reason why he and Jesus gave me so little explanation of what was going on, when, one night in 2022, Thomas simply took me to meet with Jesus on the Lord’s astral riverbank; and Jesus, without ceremony, simply set about telling me His eternal-life’s Story.
Over time, we are preparing teachingsbyjesus.com at Jesus’s direction, and we will eventually be promoting it for Him. Thomas and I are absolutely not driving this train! And I have no idea about the timing, but I have the vague sense that Jesus is waiting for certain unguessable things to happen on earth before we will be given the word to begin to promote His website. So it may be even decades from now. There is no time where Jesus is. What He told me in April of 2022 is meant just to be posted on that website, but He said these things to me as we sat together on that astral riverbank, and we fed His fish with grain that simply appeared in our hands beneath that odd astral sky streaked with colors that never are seen on earth. So, I know His truth now, and I cannot un-know it. I had been gradually growing away from Christianity over many years, even as I still love the religion, and I had been seeing ever more clearly how different it is from the teachings of Jesus, how based in fear it is, and not in love, and how it really does not closely follow Jesus’s teachings at all. But I had gone to sleep that night not realizing that now would be my breaking point.
Jesus has a distinctive voice. He speaks softly and lovingly, and He has a mild, unguessable accent. He told me that He wanted to tell me His story, because it was time now for the world to know His story, and He wanted me to tell it on His website. Which I told Him that of course I would do. Jesus lived his last earth-lifetime with the being that I call Thomas very long ago. My Thomas and I have come to reckon that the last earth-lifetime that Jesus ever lived was about six thousand years ago, when He was the middle brother of three princes in a walled city somewhere in the Middle East. His older brother then is now my Thomas, and His younger brother became the Apostle John. Those three princes died in their twenties when their city was conquered by barbarians, and Jesus then became a perfected Being at the Godhead level. And when He saw how unjust this whole system was, that people had to keep incarnating repeatedly because no one realized what actually was going on, He spent some four thousand earth-years petitioning God to allow Him to be reborn from out of the Godhead – something never before done, and also never done since – so everyone could then learn how to use the challenges of their earth-lives to grow spiritually, and they never would have to be reborn on earth again. Well, wow. There was Jesus’s purpose for being born from the Godhead, and it really had happened, just that way!
As He was telling me His story, Jesus had often to leave me briefly, to stand up and go to greet and bless groups of newly-dead Christians, and then return and sit down again on His riverbank and return to feeding His fish and telling me His story. He would know when these groups were approaching us, even from a distance and without turning to look for them. And of course, He could read my mind as well, so I didn’t have to ask my most pressing questions. After we had talked about His life story through His teaching phase on earth, He said, “Little One, you wonder about My death on the cross, but you know these answers before I give them to you. My plan had been to give My disciples their charge, and to begin their teaching walk with them. Then one day, I would just walk away and ascend. But the problem was that, no matter what I said, I never could convince the people there is no death! They had all those bone-boxes. They thought they knew better.”
He said those last words as He was standing, yet again. The custom of that time was to lay out the bodies of the newly dead in caves to rot away until only their bones remained. Then their bones would be gathered and placed in bone-boxes, called ossuaries, which would be labeled with each decedent’s name and then put into storage. So, no wonder no one believed Jesus when He told them that they were going to live forever! As Jesus sat down again beside me this time, He was saying that He had decided that His only option was to die a public death, a crucifixion, and then to resurrect His body. He had been practicing by resurrecting dead small animals, and that was working, although He couldn’t keep them alive for long. But once He was inside His resurrected corpse, He thought that He could keep it going for long enough to prove His point to the crowds. However, the advanced Beings who were His guidance team for His lifetime as Jesus absolutely forbade His letting Himself be crucified. For Him to debase a divine being to that extent? OMG, they refused to allow it! But Jesus said to me – and I will never forget the look on His face when He said this – that He was going to do it, no matter what they said. Which was why, on the cross, He briefly cried out with worry that God was not releasing Him from His body soon enough for Him to escape having the soldiers break His legs at sundown, so His body would die before the Sabbath began, since of course broken legs would have rendered that body unusable.
We talked that night about what Jesus could of course read from my mind was my major concern, which was whether He had died as a sin-sacrifice. That dogma is the core Christian teaching, and yet it makes no sense at all, for at least these two reasons:
So from the moment when I woke up that next morning, and forever after, I can no longer bear Christianity. That religion is nothing but fear-based lies! No, Jesus did not die as a sin-sacrifice, and to make His death and the Roman instrument of torture that caused His death Christianity’s symbol is horrifying! Jesus’s symbol should be nothing but light and joy, the pure beauty and certainty of God’s perfect love.
If you hear the song I sing,
You will understand (listen!)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand.
Just one key unlocks them both.
It’s there at your command!
Come on people now, Smile on your brother.
Everybody get together, Try to love one another
Right now, Right now, Right now!
– Chet Powers (1937-1994), From “Get Together” (1967)
(Many photos are from Vecteezy.com)
