Roberta Grimes

His Own

Posted by Roberta Grimes • February 28, 2026 • 3 Comments
Afterlife Research, Jesus

He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea;
He alone decides who writes a symphony;
He lights every star that makes the darkness bright;
He keeps watch all through each long and lonely night!

He still finds the time to hear a child’s first prayer;
Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there;
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live,
He’ll always say, “I forgive!”

He can grant a wish or make a dream come true;
He can paint the clouds and turn to gray the blue;
He alone is there to find a rainbow’s end;
He alone can see what lies beyond the bend!
– Richard Mullan, from “He” (1954)

Wow, when we suggested last week that perhaps we ought to get back to talking about more spiritual matters in these missives, there were some regular readers here who heartily seconded that idea! And so, we have returned to doing that now. Our topic this week, however, is one about which my dear Thomas feels a lot of concern, since his one great devotion is to Jesus, and yet what still holds sway on the earth where Jesus is concerned is the religion that bears the name of Jesus, but that religion still is enmired in the dogmas that were first imposed upon it by the Roman Emperor Constantine at the First Council of Nicaea in the year 325 CE. The religion that was created at that council bears little resemblance to the original pure teachings of Jesus! Let us be clear about this, my dear ones. Jesus was born when our self-imposed, universal clock began to tick, and He lived and taught for some thirty years. Then, after Jesus’s death on the cross in about the year 30 C.E. and His rising from the dead and His ascension soon thereafter, the pure teachings of Jesus spread rapidly around the Mediterranean Sea, from the area of Jerusalem and Judea, all the way to Rome. So, by the year 300 C.E., there were already many tens of thousands of Christian burials in Rome, just in those Roman catacombs. But there was, make note, not a single depiction of a cross! The Way of Jesus in those first three hundred years was, for the most part, loving and gentle. What we see a lot of there in those first few hundred years are depictions of a short-haired young man who was meant to be Jesus, with a baby goat on His shoulders since He loved everyone, goats as well as sheep.

In the three centuries before the First Council of Nicaea, there were many different ideas about the teachings of Jesus among the perhaps something more than three million followers of Jesus and His teachings who were estimated to be living in the area of the Mediterranean Sea by the year 325 C.E. He ordered them to build for him exactly that. Among all those many followers of Jesus, there were some wildly different interpretations of the possible meaning of the death of Jesus on the Cross, and His subsequent resurrection on that by-then, long-ago first Easter morning. And of course, it was the Roman Emperor Constantine who had called that First Council of Nicaea, immediately after he had been converted to Christianity in an instant, when he saw a cross among the clouds, and he heard a voice say, “By this sign you shall conquer!” Well, sure enough! Until that moment, The Way of Jesus had been just a minor, semi-persecuted sect of Judaism; but now the Roman Emperor Constantine was an instant convert. He called it Christianity. And he said that this was going to be his battle-religion! So, Constantine called together a Council of Bishops at the city of Nicaea (now called Iznik, in modern Turkey), and he ordered them to build for him exactly that. bling the first Christian Bible, they also gave the crucifixion and resurrection their most guilt-infused possible interpretations. Some, perhaps questionable, Biblical quotations were added to their new Bible, as well. But fortunately, Thomas now tells me that He and Jesus were also at the First Council of Nicaea, in disembodied form; and they influenced the minds of many of those Bishops to keep their erroneous Biblical changes to a minimum.

My Thomas first “came out” to me as my spirit guide in April of 2015. He did it entirely out of the blue, in the middle of a normal medium’s reading, to shock me into accepting the fact that Jesus was about to channel Liberating Jesus to me, which indeed Jesus then did, over the next two weeks! Then after that, Thomas would often hang around with me, popping in unexpectedly, kind of forming a casual friendship with me. While my college advisor for my early Christian history major at Smith College had pretty much despised the Roman Emperor Constantine, and the way that he had forged a cruel and fear-based Christian religion to replace the love-based Way that Jesus Himself had taught, my dear Thomas, who actually had lived an early Christian lifetime while Constantine was brutally trying to eliminate every form of Christianity but his own, dear Thomas looked back on that brutal time under Constantine with some fondness. And by the way, what Constantine could not eliminate, his armies drove into the desert wilderness, where they barely survived as the desert Ammas and Abbas.

But, yes, my Thomas did indeed on occasion look back on those very early times, the 300s and the 400s C.E., with some fondness! I recall one early morning, it would have to have been  late in 2015, when I was eating my cereal with strawberries and milk and looking out at the first sunlight rising across our lovely, very private back yard, when I was abruptly aware of sensing my spirit guide sitting there with me.

Then I was aware of him saying in my mind, almost dreamily, “What does this make you think of?”

     I thought back to him, “What? I don’t know. Nothing,” was what I thought back to him. But that had sounded grumpy, so then I thought to him, “What does it make you think of?”

    “That morning when we died together,” he sent to me by thought. He still seemed sweet and dreamy to me, but I thought to myself, When we died together? Oh, good grief!!

When I thought no further communication in his direction, then after a brief pause, he went on to mentally describe for me a small Judean village. He had been a grizzled old man then, while I had been a teenage boy, and Constantine’s soldiers had attacked our village before dawn on horseback, galloping through, and meaning to kill us all because we were of a disfavored sect. As the sun was beginning to rise on that awful scene of blood and death, my Thomas was going from body to body. Most of our people were dead now, he told me; but when he found that I was still alive, he whispered to me that he would return. So then, later on that morning, he did come back, he said, and he lay down beside me and held me as I died. He had been wounded, too, so later that day he also died, and then he took me to the afterlife, where he introduced me to Jesus, who was helping those who were working in the rehabilitation gardens, healing those who had been harmed by Constantine’s armies and were still suffering, since they did not yet quite realize that they were safely dead. Thomas told me as we sat together and gazed out at the beautiful sunrise that was when and how I had first met Jesus, but I was so confused! I remembered none of that. So then, my Thomas promised to give me full memories of these experiences.

I don’t know how he did it, but Thomas did indeed give me memories of that whole experience of having been attacked before dawn by Constantine’s army, having met that grizzled old man, and then having died in his arms; and even so much more! It has been more than ten years now since the morning when my spirit guide told me that I would recall that memory. And I woke up the next morning recalling in deep detail the soldiers, the horses, the screams, and I very acutely remember having been a terrified teenage boy, oh my god, and how my mother tried to hide me when the horsemen could be heard coming fast, at a distance, in the dark. I panicked then. I was only maybe twelve or thirteen years old, a child, and I was terrified for my parents, so at last, hearing screaming, I thrust the bedclothes aside and rushed out, but my parents and the other adults had gone to try to make whatever defense they could. Before I could hide myself again, the horses were upon me, and the soldiers slashed me, badly, I knew nothing more until that old man was rousing me; and then I knew terrible pain, until at last I could find my release from that body. That next morning, and ever since, I still can recall it all!

   But the most amazing part of it was my first meeting Jesus, and I still remember it as if it happened yesterday. His sweet, strong energy; His kindly eyes; His gentle voice, and the way He touched those frightened and hurting people. Just to be near Him, all at once it made you whole. My Thomas was His close familiar, and He called to Him to come at ones and help with all these wounded! But then He saw me, scared and weary as I was, and small as I was, and at once He fixed on me. He called to me gently, “Little one! Come to me, little one. Come and sit here by me, my little one, and take your rest.” And do you know, it astonishes me to say this, but Jesus remembers to call me “Little One” to this day.

   He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold;
He knows every lie that you and I have told,
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live,
He’ll always say, “I forgive!”
– Richard Mullan, from “He” (1954)

 

 

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