Demons

Posted on May 21, 2022May 21, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
~ traditional Scottish prayer

This is the first post that I ever have written about something that I never have deliberately studied, I have no interest in whatsoever, and frankly I want nothing to do with. But you can’t do the work that I have been doing for the past fifty years without coming across quite a bit of information about nasties of various kinds. And I keep getting emails from people who think they are outwitting me when they remind me that Jesus cast out demons, so there must be some sort of devil after all. So I guess it’s time. Here is my obligatory demons post.

Jesus was said to cast out demons more than sixty times in all four Gospels. And He seemed to be almost on casual terms with them. For a long time I made up excuses. I told myself that He was using the demons thing as an artifice with these primitive people, who could not possibly understand His sophisticated methods for healing the sick and what-not. We’ll come back to that. But first, let’s deal with the larger overall issue of nasties in general. We should add, of course, that none of what we perceive as nasties are real demons, in the sense of being servants of an actual devil. But rather, they are just invisibles of one sort or another, and usually they are either dead people or the memories or fragments of dead folks who have lost their way temporarily. They are negative, in the sense that they are under negative influences; but you will be relieved to hear that they are not actually evil.

And first, as we always do when we talk about invisible entities, it’s important that we again discuss the fundamental role of Consciousness in reality. What we experience in a dim way as human consciousness is the only thing that actually exists. We must keep that fact always in mind! And I apologize for the fact that whenever the topic of Consciousness comes up, I go through the same song and dance about it. But it is so easy for us to keep slipping back into the illusion that there is solid matter around us, and that our bodies are somehow who we are. If we don’t keep the truth always in mind, we can become so easily sidelined into forgetting the larger implications of what really is going on around us. The plain fact is that we live every moment of our whole earth-lives in what amounts to an illusion. We live these lives in a dream, and Consciousness is both the dream and the dreamer, so whenever we talk about that dream, I do you a disservice if I don’t help you to first immerse yourself deeply again in the basic truth of this whole illusory reality.

Very simply put, Consciousness is an energy, and it is the base creative force. Like all forms of energy, it vibrates. At the low and slow end of the Consciousness vibratory range are all the awful emotions like fear, anger, hatred, and grief, while at the high end are love and joy. It really is that simple! The material reality in which we live these illusory earth-lives is at the low end of the Consciousness range, and we are told to assume that there is no top. Furthermore, we know that God is love. God is where we live and move and have our being. Wherever we are, God is. If you think of Consciousness as a pail, negativity is the dregs at the bottom of it and the pure love of God fills all the rest, which is why when we briefly leave this material reality in our sleep at night or in a near-death experience, and we travel in the astral plane, the atmosphere there feels so light and love-filled by comparison. The only part of the astral plane that is negative is the lowest level, which Jesus calls the outer darkness where there is wailing and gnashing of teeth.

All of this material level of reality is below the astral plane, and therefore all of it is at least somewhat negative. Until we achieve a certain level of spiritual development, we all find it necessary to come here in order to experience these negative matter-based lifetimes which make it easier for us to grow spiritually, although that is a discussion for another day. But that is also why we might encounter nasty entities here, at the bottom of the Consciousness pail. But those negative entities are of no concern to us unless we foolishly make ourselves vulnerable to them.

Many kinds of low-vibration entities exist! A lot of them aren’t even sentient, but instead they are mere fragments of beings, or memories or shadows of beings. There is not, and there cannot ever be any powerful devil for one simple reason: the more evil an entity is, the weaker it is, while the more loving an entity is, the more powerful it is. To cynical human ears that sounds unbelievably corny, doesn’t it? But it is perfectly true. My beloved Thomas tells me that the power of the Godhead Collective is infinite. He thinks, though, that his Friend might be as powerful all by Himself as the whole Godhead Collective put together, after He has spent the past two thousand years deep in loving service to people on earth and in the astral plane. I think Thomas may be allowing his friendship to color his judgment a bit; but on the other hand, I have been near Jesus recently when He wasn’t toning down His personal energy by much, and perhaps Thomas has a point. The Lord’s personal energy is amazing. It is absolutely loving, extraordinarily powerful, yet perfectly sweet and kindly.

The most evil entities are so weak that they are in danger of falling out of existence altogether. Most luckless of all are the shadow men. They are generally seen all in black, at night because they cannot bear any light, and they lurk in closets to scare people because they feed on fear. I kid you not! Shadow men are rare but they do exist, and occasionally they have been spotted at dusk. If they find someone to latch onto in early childhood, they will try to maintain that connection for life. Keeping a nightlight on in every small child’s bedroom is enough to scare them away.

But as I have said above, for the most part what we think of as demons are just disembodied people who have temporarily gone astray. They are among the twenty-five percent or so of folks who don’t manage to transition right away, mostly because of plain ignorance, and they never would deliberately harm you. They might, however, give you quite a start! Here are some ways that they can plague the unwary:

Drug and Alcohol Addicts. Each of us has a protective energy shield which extends around us for a foot or two in all directions. Sensitives can see these shields, which glow in various colors depending on our state of spiritual health, and for so long as we maintain our energy defenses in good order it is difficult or impossible for any sort of negative energy to penetrate our defenses. But if we become drunk in a bar, or if we shoot up in a needle alley, our defenses will temporarily tatter, and then we are almost guaranteed to pick up the ghosts of waiting addicts, who will be eager to make us ravenous drunks or addicts thereafter. My own father was a regular weekend drunkard until he quit cold-turkey when I was eleven, and I didn’t realize until much later that the odd greenish glow to his eyes when he had been drinking and I had been a child was a typical sign of someone harboring one or more drunken spiritual passengers.
Roving Dead Folks Are Attracted to Ouija Boards. We are told by people not now in bodies that for some reason Ouija boards act like literal magnets to stray disembodied people. There have been cases where lowlife disembodied types have so infested a house that the flesh-and-blood inhabitants have felt the need to vacate it.
Executed Criminals. An execution sets a convicted lowlife free of his body and makes him invisible at the height of his worst and most negative emotions, and with revenge on his mind. Who considers this to be a good idea?
Ghosts. A ghost is simply a disembodied person. Most of them aren’t inclined to wander, but they can make sounds or even be seen in some circumstances. And if you frequent places where people die, you can on occasion pick up invisible hitchhikers.
Impressions and Fragments. People who have suffered extreme emotions can leave impressions, shadows, or fragments of themselves behind where this happened, which is why old houses can have some odd cold places.

So these creatures are nothing for you to fear. They aren’t real demons, in the sense of doing a nonexistent Satan’s bidding. They possess no power of their own to harm you unless you make yourself vulnerable to them. Simply stay away from Ouija boards, avoid taking recreational drugs and getting drunk in bars, and try to stay away from battlefields, unnecessary hospital visits, abortion clinics, or anywhere else where people are dying. And first and foremost, keep yourself sensibly free of superstitious fears! Those cold spots that many old houses harbor might have tales to tell, but they lack the power to harm you.

Now let’s talk about the many times in the Gospels when Jesus cast out demons. This one is typical: At the start of His ministry, Jesus entered a synagogue in Capernaum on the Sabbath, and “In the synagogue there was a man possessed by a demon, an impure spirit. He cried out at the top of his voice,‘Go away! What do you want with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are—the Holy One of God!’‘Be quiet!’ Jesus said sternly. ‘Come out of him!’ Then the demon threw the man down before them all and came out without injuring him” (LK 4:33-35). Note that here the demon is defined simply as an impure spirit. And it wasn’t only impure spirits that Jesus was commanding: later that day He rebuked a fever in Simon’s mother-in-law so she could get up and make their dinner (LK 4:39).

Jesus’s remarkable power to heal the sick quickly brought Him a large following. “Jesus went throughout Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom, and healing every disease and sickness among the people. News about him spread all over Syria, and people brought to him all who were ill with various diseases, those suffering severe pain, the demon-possessed, those having seizures, and the paralyzed; and he healed them.Large crowds from Galilee, the Decapolis, Jerusalem, Judea and the region across the Jordan followed him” (MT 4:23-25). We can surmise from the references to demons taken in context that the Lord’s ability to cast out demons was probably a catch-all description for the various kinds of neurological diseases for which in the Lord’s day they would have had no names. And as we know, one secret to Jesus’s great healing powers was His ability to use His patients’ own minds in the healing process (see e.g. MT 9:22; MK 5:34 &10:52 and LK 8:48 & 18:42).

So the whole idea of demons is one more thing that you can happily purge from your mind. There are no demons. There never have been demons. And as more and more of us learn at last that our lives really are eternal, and that each of us is God’s best-beloved child, perhaps the day will come when everyone will know what happens after death, and we all will transition home as soon as our bodies die in accordance with what is a tenderly planned and universal process. And then perhaps we will stop creating all these pointless fears!

What If Jesus Is Right?

Posted on May 14, 2022May 15, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

Climb every mountain, Search high and low,
Follow every byway, Every path you know.
Climb every mountain, Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow, ‘Til you find your dream.
A dream that will need All the love you can give,
Every day of your life, For as long as you live.
– Richard Rodgers (1902-1979), from “Climb Ev’ry Mountain” (1965)

You haven’t asked me what I think is wrong with the world, but let’s assume for a moment that you had asked that question. My answer would be a simple one. In my estimation, too many people are chasing little dreams. Money dreams. Or video game dreams. Or they aren’t even bothering to dream at all. Youth is supposed to be all about starting to shape your life’s big dream. So then you can spend all the rest of your life in loving the process of chasing your big dream! There are great dreams going begging now because too many of today’s young people are mostly living with cellphones to their faces.

My own dream is an enormous one. I want to bring the kingdom of God on earth. I want for everyone that level of love. That degree of peace and joy in all of humankind. Jesus uses the terms “kingdom of God” or “kingdom of heaven” more than eighty times through all four Gospels, and He talks a lot about bringing the kingdom of God on earth. If not now, when?

Of course, I didn’t start out this way. When I was young, I fell in love and got married, so at first I couldn’t dream beyond the usual family dream. Which is a fine dream, I will grant you that, but it peters out long before you do. I had no idea back when I was mothering and grandmothering that I harbored within me a spirit-guide relationship that had been two thousand years in gestation. And my spirit guide’s own great relationship, which was already shaping my present earth-life, went back even thousands of years before that.

I wish there were an easy way to help you find your own big dream! Something you had been working on when you were in your infant twenties, and something that you still could find so compelling that it would have you waking up in the middle of the night with new ideas well into your seventies. A dream to make you joyful for your whole life long! All I can say is that you may in fact have such a spirit-guide relationship dream, and still not know about it even now. All of us are ancient beings! The first thing you should do, if you haven’t yet done it, is to ask your spirit guide to give you a name to use, and also ask your guide to please move outside your head. He or she will go to your dominant shoulder. So now you have a real relationship! Don’t do all the talking, but instead try to listen. Expect answers. Perhaps imagine answers at first. You definitely have a spirit guide, and your guide is a separate person. Your guide may not be as forceful as my Thomas is, but he and I have an arrangement that was made before my birth, and I am his avatar at this stage of my life, so his domination of my life is reasonable. And since what he needs me to do fits my own dream, we are as one person in completing this work.

Well, okay. Perhaps I have cheated a bit in claiming my Thomas’s dream as my own, especially when his Friend’s dream is what he actually is claiming. But his dream feels like mine, so his Friend’s dream does, too, since I am the one who is tasked with carrying it on! And when I picked up my Bible at the age of twelve and assigned myself the duty of repeatedly reading it, I had no idea that I even had a spirit guide who actually had assigned me that task. When I had a moment of doubt in choosing Christian history as my college major – and this I remember vividly – but I overrode that doubt at once, I didn’t know that it was Thomas who was assuring me that my choice was the right one. And when I felt compelled to browse in used-book stores, and I eagerly accumulated old collections that had been compiled by those who were studying deep-trance mediums, again I thought that was my own idea!

Roman Christianity has nothing to do with Jesus. That was the hardest part for me to get my mind around. I have spent my life being so religious! I once was like that poor man in the astral plane, trying to fall to his knees in worship while Jesus held him up. Thomas wanted to get me past my stubborn religiosity, which was why he took me to meet The Man Himself.

Meeting Jesus and hearing Him tell His story was a monumental event for me. I have gone back and read that post repeatedly, and what I wrote doesn’t begin to convey what I remember. I fell in love that night as I never before in my life have been so completely in love. And Thomas assures me that Jesus has that effect on everyone. Some time ago, he told me that he himself died in that First Century lifetime on a cross with a little group of the Lord’s followers, and they sang for two days before they died. I insisted to him when he told me this story that you can’t sing when you are nailed to a cross! For heaven’s sake, you can barely breathe. He told me that’s the effect that Jesus has on people. I can’t get past this sense of what it was like to be in the Lord’s presence, and it has been weeks now since that momentous night when we fed the fish. For the first time, I really get it! Jesus came to us as God on earth, and He so inspired a whole generation that they began a movement that still lives today, even despite its bastardization by the Roman religion. Meeting Jesus has filled me with sufficient love that I no longer for a moment doubt that you can sing for two days without breathing while dying in excruciating pain and nailed to a cross.

The Sudarium of Oviedo and the Shroud of Turin covered Jesus’s face and His dead body when He was taken down from the cross. Those relics were miraculously preserved, and they now without question demonstrate the absolute divinity of Jesus the Christ:

Both relics date to the lifetime of Jesus. The linen of which the Shroud of Turin (Italy) and the Sudarium of Oviedo (Spain) are made can be carbon-dated to His lifetime on earth. Each is of a weave in common use at that time and place, and the Shroud includes pollen from plants that would have been blooming in a first-century Jerusalem springtime.
The blood on both relics is male, and of the same type. That type is AB, which is so rare that only about two percent of modern people share it.
The marks on both relics mirror the Lord’s injuries. The distribution of dried blood on both cloths, and some twenty other points of similarity, make it statistically certain that they both covered the same Man, that He was Jewish, that He died on the eve of the Sabbath, and that He had suffered the same wounds that the Gospels report were inflicted on Jesus.
The Shroud carries a vague image that is the size and shape of a Man. There is no image on the Sudarium, but smudges on the Shroud can be seen. More obvious to a casual observer are smoke and burn marks from a fire in 1532 and another in 1997, together with efforts that were made over time to mend and patch the damaged Shroud.
The image on the Shroud is a photographic negative. It was only when the Shroud was first photographed in 1898 that the clear image of a crucified Man appeared on its negative plate. Those smudges had been documented to exist on the Shroud of Turin for almost two millennia before anyone could have known what a photographic negative even was! Moreover, it is a 3-D negative. Mathematical analysis of it presents a perfect three-dimensional image of a crucified Man.
No one knows how the image on the Shroud was made. It appears as a scorch on just one side of each individual fiber, and it doesn’t penetrate at all. Analysis shows that it is not a pigment, nor is it anything else man-made. The best explanation we are given is that it was caused by an immensely powerful “electrical charge in the form of radiation.” And that burst of radiation from the body of the Victim happened well after the blood had dried. It was produced by a burst of radiation so powerful that it could not be duplicated by any method known today.

Here is what I have learned as I have studied the afterlife evidence over the past fifty years, and also studied the Gospels while I pursued this dream that for most of my life I have thought was only my own dream. I know now that I have been following a dream that my beloved Thomas has been pursuing for Jesus for the past two thousand years. And I know now, too, after Jesus told me His story, that He first conceived His own dream when He initially understood two thousand years ago that it is possible for each person to raise his or her own Consciousness vibration sufficiently to achieve the vibrational level of the kingdom of God while still on earth. So here is what we now understand:

Every human being of every religion or of no religion goes to the selfsame afterlife.
There is no fiery hell, and there is no judgment by anyone but ourselves.
The death of Jesus on the cross has never made an afterlife difference for a single human being, so the Christian dogma was not the reason for the Lord’s crucifixion and resurrection. Those events were instead Jesus’s planned demonstration that human life is in fact eternal.
The Gospel teachings of Jesus which He developed as He studied humankind are the easiest and most effective method for raising our individual Consciousness vibrations.
Once each of us raises our own Consciousness vibrations sufficiently while we are on earth, then the kingdom of God will come, “on earth as it is in heaven.”
Jesus tells us in the Gospels that this will happen, and the plain laws of Consciousness physics independently predict that in fact it will!

To begin to achieve this dream for Jesus, Seek Reality Online is scheduled to go live within the next few weeks. And the website that He requested, the one that will teach His Way, is expected to follow it in about a year. To be perfectly frank with you, I have no idea where this is going. I do it all for Him. And I do it for you. And now I am sitting here reading this over and thinking, wow, it is all so simple! What if it actually works?

One thing that Craig Hogan and I have happily noticed is that as people learn that their lives are eternal, they begin to live in an eternal frame. They become more peaceful, less worldly, more spiritual. So as more and more people lose the fear of death, we can at the very least look forward to a much better and more peaceful world!

Climb every mountain, Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow, ‘Til you find your dream.
A dream that will need All the love you can give,
Every day of your life, For as long as you live.
Climb every mountain, Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow, ‘Til you find your dream!
– Richard Rodgers (1902-1979), from “Climb Ev’ry Mountain” (1965)

The Death Experience (Part II)

Posted on May 7, 2022May 8, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

The Lord is my shepherd. I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters, He refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths for His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for You are with me.
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely Your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
– David, Third King of Israel and Judah (c.1040 BCE – c.970 BCE), Psalm 23

Until the advent of the radio, it was hard for the not-actually-dead to explain to the living where they were now. I recall when I was first doing afterlife research in the nineteen-seventies, and I came across a dead communicator soon after the turn of the twentieth century who had been among the first to have tried to explain to his living loved ones through a deep-trance medium where he was by using an analogy to the newfangled radio. He said something like, “You know how you can tune the radio to a higher station, and there’s music there too? Well, the same thing happens….” It struck me that his had been a brilliant insight!

In fact, just as there is no time, so also apparently there is no space. For practical purposes, everything that exists is there in the room around you now. So when you die, you won’t be going far! When I used to give seminars, I would explain it by using television as an analogy. I would say that right now your mind is tuned to that body on this level of reality. When you die, your mind will simply tune to a slightly higher level of reality, where it will pick up a new, young body. At, I might add, a slightly higher channel, but in what is otherwise more or less the same place.

That fog that we entered last week from your deathbed soon clears at a slightly higher vibration, and you find yourself in a reception garden. Although we ought to add that traveling awake from your deathbed in the company of your loved ones is by no means the only way to die.

There is a kind of triage that happens as the body dies, an extra assurance that we will get support if we need it. Or on the other hand, various things might briefly go wrong:

When we die awake and in good health, we generally go directly to a reception garden. We’ll return to that discussion in a moment.
When we die with physical or mental issues, we’ll go right to a specialized care facility. There are many such facilities on Level Three of the afterlife, and typically people who die with a physical or mental illness will need to spend some time being nurtured into a comfortable belief in their own good health. This generally takes three or four earth-months. And even people whose ill health may not have been apparent to the decedent’s loved ones may be nurtured briefly in a post-death care home out of an abundance of concern for them, so most mental mediums will suggest that we not try to connect with our recently-transitioned loved ones for the first few months after a death event.
When we die in our sleep, we generally wake up in a Summerland home. My mother was desperately afraid to die. She flat refused to believe a word of The Fun of Dying, so eventually she transitioned in her sleep at the age of 93, and she woke up surrounded by loved ones in one of the homes in my Danish grandfather’s farm compound, which is high on a cliff above an astral sea.
Some will simply go off-track for a time. According to our dear friend Mikey Morgan, who is a frequent Seek Reality guest, between a quarter and a third of those who die will go off-track at death initially, and mostly due to their own plain ignorance. Some will need to be rescued, perhaps by our dear friend Father Nathan, who is another frequent Seek Reality guest.

So there are things that might go wrong, but let’s assume that you have sensibly followed your mother, your spirit guide, and your childhood pet. And soon the fog lifts to reveal a gorgeous scene!

Most of the descriptions that we have of the North American arrival gardens are from the first few decades of the twentieth century. And we have to assume that a lot has changed since then. Please understand the following facts:

Colors in the Summerland go far beyond the visible light spectrum. Just try to imagine that! Actually, you can’t imagine it. The best you can do is to imagine some various shades of purplish-orange. But the grass and vegetation don’t need to be green, and the flowers are mostly in unbelievable colors. The sky, too, is going to be just about any shade but blue!
There is no sun, and the ambient light is white, somewhat paler at Level Three but ever brighter as you go higher. There is no night, no season, no weather to speak of, although if you want weather experiences you can have them.
The North American Summerland has snow-capped mountains in the distance. Don’t think of them as our Rockies especially, but imagine them more as a generic backdrop of mountains that will seem to be nearer or farther away, according to your preference. Bodies of water of varies sizes are around, and since travel is by mind you can travel as you like.
Everything in the Summerland is human-created. That is true of what we see around us here, but it is much more playfully true of the Summerland. For example, the afterlife literature includes accounts of people learning how to create living plants, and also people watching as groups of elevated beings mind-create buildings together. Plans for those buildings are drawn and studied, and then the buildings shimmer into and out of existence before becoming solid.
Everything in the Summerland seems alive-ish, somehow dimly aware, and giving off energy. Many things give off a dim music as well. All of this is true to such an extent that we don’t need to eat, since the plants and the water give off all the energy that we need to abundantly sustain us. The flowers turn their faces to us, and the vegetation caresses us as we pass. And, yes indeed, the water is alive. It caresses us, it feels like silk against our skin, and we can walk into it fully clothed and come out of it dry.

We cannot now know the precise details of the arrival gardens of 2052, or whenever you might make it there. But here is what I am betting you are going to see:

Echoes of Your Youth and Childhood. Thomas Jefferson said when he spoke through Leslie Flint in 1960 that the Summerland when he first arrived looked as rural Virginia had looked when he was a boy.
Your Childhood Pets, and also Birds, Butterflies, and Dragonflies. Many of those who have newly arrived and communicated with us from there have remarked about these lovely details.
Splashing Fountains, Benches, Flowers, Walkways, and Graceful Trees. Many new arrivals have remarked about seeing gigantic flowers as tall as a man.
People Dressed in Various Period Fashions. It doesn’t seem to matter how we dress. At higher levels people often wear spirit robes, or what are sometimes called astral robes, the sort of long-sleeved, floor-length belted tunics in shimmering pastel colors that angels are commonly assumed to wear. But in the Summerland levels, people typically wear whatever they wore in their most recent earth-lifetime.
People Enjoying Single- or Double-Occupant Vehicles. Little cars, boats, and airplanes were being played with even early in the twentieth century, so lord only knows what they are doing now! And these vehicles are all powered by mind, so there is no exhaust.
Our Astral Bodies Are Mind-Created. We may at first feel unaccustomed to mind-creating our bodies, but we soon become adept again at changing our appearance at will. This body that you have worn from your deathbed looks as you looked in your most recent earth-lifetime, but it is likely to be growing younger in appearance as you begin to think younger. Eventually you may even choose to look as you looked in a different earth-lifetime. When Thomas and I visited Jesus a few weeks ago, the Lord wanted to make me comfortable so He first made Himself look like a benign older guy. And then He looked like church-Jesus for the group who had come to receive His blessing; and then finally He became the young olive-skinned Jesus with curly hair that He seems to be experimenting with currently. It has of late been scientifically proven that He did indeed resurrect His body a couple of days after its death two thousand years ago. But even by those standards, I’ve got to say that I thought what I saw Him do a few weeks ago in wearing three different bodies successively also was pretty impressive!

At some point by now, you will have reunited with your vast, eternal mind. Suddenly you will feel freshly brilliant, and you will remember so many things! You will recall some favorite prior lifetimes, and recognize and greet some very old friends who perhaps are quietly coming to join you in this beautiful and colorful garden. So you will sit down with them on a bench for a while in this lovely and deeply quiet place. You never in memory have heard quiet like this, without even distant traffic sounds, no ringing in the ears, and only perhaps the gentle twitter of birds and the lilt of flowers, like barely audible laughter.

Soon you and your primary guide will be moving on to experience your life-review in a great stone building. Then you and your friends and family will gather for your welcome-home party in your family’s ancestral home that could be in an astral city, perhaps; or, as mine is going to be, it might be held amid horses and cows on an old ethnic farm that overlooks the sea. But for now, you have the infinite peace of knowing that once again you are truly at home and forever safe in everlasting arms.

And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly, and to love mercy,
and to walk humbly with your God.
– Micah of Moresheth (c.737 BCE – c.696 BCE), from Micah 6:7-8

The Death Experience (Part I)

Posted on April 30, 2022May 1, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely,
And long for heaven and home? Continue reading “The Death Experience (Part I)” →

Apologetics

Posted on April 23, 2022April 24, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

Oh Lord, my God, When I, in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder.
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
– Carl Boberg (1859-1940) & Stuart K. Hine (1899-1989), from “How Great Thou Art” (1885)

Christian apologetics is a branch of theology that defends Christianity against objections to Christian thought. And the concept is well-named! If there is any area of thought that ought to be apologizing profusely at this point, and to everyone involved, it is Christian theology. I say this, having lived for most of my life as a devout traditional Christian. I learned Protestant Christian dogmas as a child, and then began to read the Bible over and over again at the age of twelve, and continued that practice until the age of fifty. I also studied Christian history in college before I fell in love with a Catholic in my twenties, and then I proceeded to try my best to convert myself into enough of a Catholic to pass sufficient muster, with the help of a confused but patient priest, to just barely squeeze through the Cathedral doors and manage a straight-faced Catholic conversion. So I have been around the apologetical barn a time or two! My husband is a cradle Catholic, parochial schools from kindergarten through Providence College, and so rigorous in his religion that if I had not converted, he would not have married me. And I was in love. We do crazy things when we are in love. In the end, the priest told me that I would have to accept a lot of Catholicism as “a sacred mystery.” Or, you know, I could marry someone else.

Well, okay. I converted. And for twenty-five years I tried my best to be a Catholic because I love my husband. So I didn’t just go through the Catholic motions. I was a Lector, and I sent my children to parochial schools because that was what the man I love wanted. And also, because I reasoned that any faith was better than no faith. The priest who converted me didn’t give our marriage much of a chance, but the joke is on him. We will be married for fifty years in August.

There comes a time, though, when enough is enough. For me, that time came when I was turning fifty, and I finally got it through my thick head that Jesus had told the woman at the well that He could give her living water (JN 4:11).

I had read the Gospel story of the woman at the well dozens of times before that day. I used to read the Bible repeatedly, from Genesis through Revelation, and then I would go back to Matthew and read just the New Testament over again before I started back in with Genesis. In later life I confess that I cheated a lot, and after Revelation I would re-read maybe the Psalms, and then the New Testament sometimes two or three times before I started over again with Genesis. Anything, to delay having to read the Begats even one more time! So I had read that story of the woman at the well repeatedly without seeing how it related to the afterlife evidence until one very significant day that literally rocked my world.

I have talked about this problem before. When you are a devout traditional Christian, and you also are pursuing as a hobby the obsessive sifting through of a couple of centuries of afterlife evidence, not yet having met your spirit guide so you still don’t realize that you have a purpose in this particular lifetime that requires that you be doing both of these things simultaneously, you fully expect that you will start to find that your beloved religion matches up with what the afterlife evidence tells you actually happens after death. But by the time I was turning fifty, I was forced to admit that Christianity was actually wrong about pretty much everything. In all that afterlife evidence, no matter how hard I looked for it, I could find no evidence at all for a throne room, or a judgmental God, or a fiery hell. And worst of all, I could find no evidence that the crucifixion of Jesus had ever made an afterlife difference for a single human being. And I had seen plenty of good communications from the dead by then. If it ever had happened, I would have found it.

When I was fifty, I stopped my daily Bible reading in what felt like a bought of existential despair. It was two years before I dared to pick up a Bible again. Then one rainy day I swallowed hard, and I trusted Jesus enough to read just the Gospels. I discovered then that while the big Christian dogmas like substitutionary atonement are altogether without foundation in the words of Jesus, His teachings on things like love and forgiveness and so much else agree so precisely with what I had been learning about the afterlife from communications with the dead that it took my breath away. I kept waiting to catch Him in some mistake. Perhaps He talked about a fiery hell? Or He might have mentioned a judgmental God? But no, don’t forget that He said, “For not even the Father judges anyone, but He has given all judgment to the Son” (JN 5:22). Except for a few anachronistic spots at the back of each Book that I had learned in college had been added by the Council of Nicaea in 325, the Gospels could have been taken right from my dusty old books of early-twentieth-century afterlife communications. On that glorious day, I was already sold on the certainty that Jesus knew whereof He spoke! Then I came to Chapter Four of John, where Jesus tells the woman at the well that if only she had asked Him, He could have given her living water. And my jaw hit the floor.

My dear friends, what got me on that greatest day of my life was that passage in John where Jesus offers the woman at the well “living water.” Christians think He was talking about baptism. Silly them! I knew from the afterlife literature that the water in the afterlife has peculiar qualities. It is oddly dry and life-giving. And when I visited Jesus two weeks ago, and we had our bare feet in the river while we fed the fish, I didn’t think to mention to you the fact that the water was the odd, dry “living water” that He talked about to the woman at the well. The water in the astral plane is in fact dry, it feels like silk, it doesn’t wet your clothes. And it is alive. I wasn’t focused on the water at the time because I was so overwhelmed by the nearness of Jesus and His luscious personal energy, but my mind keeps bringing back these details!

As I suspected might happen, those moments that Thomas and I spent with Jesus have remained vivid in my mind. I think they always will feel like an event that occurred just last night. And the problem has become that at this stage, I am beginning to feel an inappropriate rage. The fact that the Romans co-opted the name of Jesus and distorted His spiritual movement into one of power and control has done such tremendous harm to the world! So I have just this morning turned to Thomas, and I have early on the Saturday morning before this post is due to go to you had the last answer that I would have expected from him. When I told him how angry I was at Christianity, he simply and calmly said, “Welcome to my world.”

I blurted, “What? That’s all you have to say?” There is an army of discarnates supporting Jesus, including even the Apostle John, who have incarnated repeatedly for two thousand years while they protect the Master’s teachings, and meanwhile Christianity continues to teach a bunch of bogus nonsense? And that is all just fine with you, Thomas? He is smiling at me now. And actually, he shows me that Jesus is smiling, too. What I find incomprehensible is that the whole blinking lot of them are smiling at me, as if I am somehow just naïve and cute to be discovering this only now? My dear Thomas is telling me that I am actually meant to discover this now, and please stop being so dramatic about it? Jesus is weary after two thousand years of having to make the sign of death on millions of Catholics’ foreheads when they come home to Him. Thomas is reminding me of that now. So it is time to go out and spread the Lord’s Way on earth, and I know that, so just go out and do it now, for heaven’s sake? Omigod, he is showing me a whole crowd of people smiling at me! Oh. I get it. I do.

–We are nearing the end of a very long process. In this case, one that has lasted for two thousand years. Each of us has a role to play, and Thomas has promised me that once the SRO website is finished, and the one that I have promised to do for Jesus, I can go home if I want to go home. We have worked out a compromise age. It’s okay. I am realizing that finding out so late in life that I have a tiny role to play in something that is apparently very large is comfortable. And in not telling me what was ahead until that was necessary, Thomas has given me the carefree gift of a full and happy earthly life.

Any honest person who knows much about Christian history must take it as a given that none of the forty-two thousand versions of the religion that modern Christians follow has much of anything to do with Jesus. The Lord has been seen to be just a pure sacrifice with a virgin mother, with no role in the religion that carried His name except to die. Which was an idea that came from old Roman and Hebrew religious customs. And everyone of every religion and of no religion goes to the selfsame afterlife anyway, so the death of Jesus on the cross really doesn’t seem to make any afterlife difference. His death on the cross has been irrelevant to Christian believers since at least the early 1800s, and probably for a great deal longer than that, which I guess is just something we are not supposed to be noticing? And I am still turning over in my mind the revelation that Jesus gave to Thomas and me that He had decided to be born from out of the Celestial Collective two thousand years ago as Jesus, having discovered how Consciousness physics works, so He could learn how best to raise people’s consciousness vibrations, and then teach that process to all of humankind. All of this is brand-new and amazing to me! So the religion is nothing anymore, if ever it even was anything. It is only His teachings that matter. His teachings are the miraculous wealth that the Gospels contain! Those teachings will give rise to the kingdom of God within each of us, which now is about to overspread the earth!

What angers me – and it enrages me! – is that fear-based Christianity, with its wars and hatreds, its Inquisitions and its baseless horrors, has delayed this beautiful moment for two thousand years. But where the Lord is, there is no time. A thousand years is not even the momentary flutter of a butterfly’s wings. Thomas is telling me again that we each have our part to play. My having been briefly so angry concerns him, since my part is a beautiful one, and since those who have imposed Christianity on the world also have their own part to play. And he tells me now that they have played it well. Incarnations are not linear, so Christianity has laid down for humankind twenty difficult and stressful centuries in which people can now plan lives of spiritual growth into the far future. Okay. I will try to let it go.

And now, the chrysalis that has been Roman Christianity is crumbling before our eyes. And Thomas tells me that soon on earth it will fall away altogether. He tells me, too, that the butterflies that are the perfect teachings of Jesus then will overspread the earth. But I do feel a little bit sad for those who are still trying to apologize for two thousand years of the fear-based Roman Christian ideas that have done so much harm to so many lives. I don’t see how they can still find much to say.

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration
And then proclaim, my God, how great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
– Carl Boberg (1859-1940) & Stuart K. Hine (1899-1989), from “How Great Thou Art” (1885)

Now It Begins

Posted on April 16, 2022April 17, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses.
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me. And He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.
– Charles Austin Miles (1868-1946) from “In the Garden” (1912)

My meeting with Jesus on the night of April sixth caused the first spiritual crisis of my life. And if it happened to me, it may have happened to you. All I can say is that I am sorry! I wish we hadn’t posted about it right away, but that was what Jesus wanted. I was still listening to the Beings who were helping me as I tried to figure things out. I was past my crisis and exultant by the following Monday, but without their help, I likely would have done what probably many people did, and quit my website altogether. But I couldn’t quit myself. I had to deal with it. All I can do is tell you what my problem was, and tell you how Thomas and Jesus helped me through it.

Your first question is whether that Being is Jesus. Oh yes, indeed He is. And in telling me His story, He made me confront my illusions about Christianity straight-on. Especially including the fact that the benevolent Christian God that I had come to love as a child was only the last in a series of human-made gods that can be traced back to the chubby fertility goddess that is sometimes found in the caves of the earliest fully human beings. Some years back, Thomas patiently led me through blogging about the history of human-made gods, including the fact that there never is a moment when the Christian God becomes “a real God.” It is past time for humankind to understand that. We are living in and inextricably part of a human-created and consciousness-based illusion that is being maintained by a Godhead Collective of spiritually perfected human beings, and the most perfected of all the Beings of which we are aware is Jesus. He is the closest to a genuine God that we are ever going to know. And when He hit me between the eyes with that fact, I simply fell apart.

I can laugh at myself now. But I was terrified! Poor Jesus. There I was, so stupidly afraid of Him. By the end if that Thursday, just a day later, I was screaming at Thomas (internally, of course). Who was this “Father who art in heaven” that I had been praying to for my entire life? Whose bearded portrait was painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? Thomas patiently didn’t shout at me, but that was what he should have done. I deserved it. I was abusing him to no purpose.

And then on that Friday morning, feeling frail and broken, I was driving to a client meeting when unexpectedly I had a second passenger in the car. Thomas is always just behind my left shoulder. Then all at once, I realized that there was the Lord’s perfect energy, too, although very much reduced in volume, right there next to Thomas but more toward the middle of the car. They were happily chatting for my benefit while I tried to ignore them so I could hear my GPS. Fall River, Massachusetts, is an old mill city of one-way streets so harrowing that if I can’t use my GPS I am immediately lost. But I couldn’t ignore the fact that they were playfully complaining that I was so late in getting Seek Reality Online started that they were letting me know that the two of them were just going to start their own website. Thomas was planning to name it after Jesus.

“Too late,” I called to him, aloud. “Churches have already used all the good names.” I was concentrating on my GPS, since the narrow roads were crowded and a turn was coming up.

Thomas said loudly in my mind, “We’ll call it ‘Jesus Speaks.’”

Jesus said, also in my mind, “So you ought to listen.”

Thomas mind-blurted, “For heaven’s sake.”

He was already laughing. Then they both were laughing, which made me laugh, too. And I missed my turn and stopped dead in the street, and people were honking. It was a mess. Of course, since no one could see or hear them, it looked to all those rush-hour drivers as if some demented woman was laughing hysterically, sitting there alone in her car.

The comedian Lenny Bruce (1925-1966) had a joke that he used to tell in the fifties. And we know now that the person who would have laughed the loudest and enjoyed it the most would have been Jesus. Lenny Bruce said, “If Jesus had died in this century, all the Catholic schoolchildren would be wearing little electric chairs around their necks.”

Thomas talked to me nonstop on Saturday as we polished last Sunday’s blog post. He told me how they are preparing to help the great volume of Baby Boomers who are soon to arrive in the afterlife, many of them also feeling frail and damaged, as I have been damaged by Roman Christianity. But fortunately, the Boomers are the last generation that will arrive there damaged to this extent. And then last Sunday morning when I woke up, I was feeling calmer. I knew at once that we had met with Jesus again the night before. I even had a fleeting glimpse of His face. I said in my mind to Thomas, “We met with Him again?” He said, “yes.” “But I won’t get to know what was said?” He said, “No need.”

And there really was no need. By the time I woke up last Monday morning, I was discussing with Thomas details of the reality that on some level I always have known was what was true and real. The notion that one God on some celestial throne could magically take loving spiritual care of seven billion people at once had always seemed to me to be suspiciously unlikely, so I was ready now to give up the cartoon Christian God that my mind was still trying to supply. By Tuesday morning, when I was hugging my sister and driving to Logan to catch my plane home, there was only that beautiful sunrise. And Jesus. Now His lovely energy is always with me, whenever I think to call Him to mind. And Thomas tells me that I still can pray the prayer that I have prayed every day since I was a child. The very much augmented Council that was first assembled to give Jesus guidance on earth two thousand years ago still faithfully hears every prayer ever prayed to the Christian God, anywhere on earth and in every earthly language. Thomas tells me that Jesus taught the Lord’s Prayer to the Jews of His day because He wanted to wean them from fearing Jehovah, and teach them instead to think of their imaginary god as a loving celestial father. And for so long as people pray to our father in heaven, Jesus assures us that there will be a Council dedicated to lovingly hearing their prayers, and to answering them through each person’s spirit guide. So I will continue to pray The Lord’s Prayer, and with the Lord’s sweet energy in my heart.

I cannot sufficiently describe to you the Master’s beautiful energy. The fact that each person who lacks a body can choose to go without a body in the astral, and appear as simply a ball of light and still be recognized by a unique personal energy, is something that I have known for decades, but I really only ever half-believed it. Then I learned to tell Thomas apart from Thomas Jefferson when I met with them both in the same nighttime meeting and realized that they did have different energies. My Thomas is more spiritually developed than Jefferson, but they actually are pretty close in development. Wow, you can tell a lot from people’s auras, and that felt like an enjoyable discovery! And I vividly recall the moment when I first was close to Jesus and I was feeling His extraordinary energy, which is nothing but the richest and sweetest, the most intense and ecstatic love. I cannot even describe to you how it feels! It’s soft but abundantly strong, so He seems full of light. The churches portray Him as sorrowful, but I don’t see how He ever can be sorrowful. He feels like joy abounding to me, and all I have to do is think of Him now, and that feeling of first being near Him comes back.

I have learned so much from Thomas, and through him from his Friend, in only this past week. For the first time, Thomas has been willing to answer my questions pretty freely, provided that I understand that some of what he tells me cannot yet be widely shared. All that exists is Consciousness, and every human mind is a part of that Consciousness. Not as separate dots, but inextricably all as parts of one whole. And the Lord loves each of us infinitely! I have been listening to old Seek Reality podcasts as we prepare to make them part of Seek Reality Online, and Thomas has had me make that a part of my podcast signoff right from the beginning. But it is only now that I realize how completely true it is. Jesus does indeed love you infinitely. And now I know how that love feels! When I asked Thomas whether Jesus minded my capitalizing His pronouns, he said, “No. He knows that is who you are. But He thinks you ought to capitalize the word Consciousness, too, since Consciousness is the genuine God.”

Jesus wants us to think of Consciousness as the true God in which we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:28). At the bottom of Consciousness is anything negative. And in reality, there is no top. There are many who have matured spiritually in our astral system and not joined our Godhead Collective, but instead they have advanced above it. And since we would not understand even the workings of the highest Godhead Collective of which we are aware, there is little point in our attempting to envision the even greater glories ever farther above. (To quote Thomas.) What we think of as the afterlife is in fact an intimate area cordoned off from the infinite astral plane, a part of which is closed off to visitors, but a part of which we can visit during near-death experiences or when we travel out of our bodies. Or when our spirit guide takes us to meet with Jesus. And now I can testify to that.

I have asked Thomas questions about his last earth-lifetime with the being who now is Jesus, in which he has told me that they died in battle. He doesn’t remember any of it after thousands of years, but he has consulted with his Friend. When I asked Thomas if Jesus had fought in that battle, I heard the Lord speak directly, which made me wince. He said distinctly in my mind, “You know the answer.” I do know the answer. He could not possibly have fought.

I am so used to thinking of Thomas as a part of me that this new fact that apparently Jesus sometimes hears our conversations is disorienting. When I finally got going again on that Friday morning a week ago after having caused a Fall River traffic jam, I was already fifteen minutes late for my meeting, and I had no idea where I was. I re-set my GPS, but they started right in again with their back-seat chatter and laughter. Good grief. They were teasing me, trying to lighten my mood, but I am horrified to say that I actually scolded two extremely venerable Beings aloud as if they were misbehaving four-year-olds. I said, “Stop it! I’m lost! Pipe down back there!” I hope that’s all I said. I don’t think I also threatened no dessert tonight.

Thomas tells me that what had been a stable astral system for millennia was altogether disrupted by Jesus’s resurrection. And I perfectly understand why! It has been eleven days now since I met the Lord Jesus face to face, and still that experience has not faded. Perhaps, like my childhood experience of light, it never will fade, and I will always live in those moments. The reason is the Lord’s magnificent energy. The love that He is, beyond my ability to express it. Filling everything, filling me when I was there, and filling me even now, whenever I think of Him. Thomas tells me that Jesus rose from the dead and ascended to the astral, and at once He effected there a permanent, universal transformation.

Had it not been for Roman Christianity, which began soon thereafter on earth and spread over all of humanity a gloomy fear of God and hell and death, what Jesus calls the kingdom of God overspreading the earth would have begun right away. But instead, for the next two thousand years of earth-time, the completely unnecessary fear of God and hell and death engendered by Roman Christianity was what has overspread the earth in its place. The Lord’s demonstration that human life is eternal when He rose from the dead on that first Easter morning was co-opted by Roman Christianity as a human sacrifice to a human-made God. So our beloved Jesus, and those like my Thomas who have been working to protect the Lord’s teachings have been patiently waiting Christianity out. Now at last, on this Easter morning two thousand years later, the Lord judges that the time is right. His teachings can be safely unwrapped as His ultimate gift to us, and His Way can now begin to overspread the earth. And those who serve Him have judged that the best way to begin the advent of the Lord’s Way is the eradication of as much of the fear of death from our lives as possible. Thomas tells me that for my whole life I have been preparing to be the Lord’s servant in this work. And now is when it actually begins.

I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me is falling,
But He bids me go.
Through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

And He walks with me,
And He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.
– Charles Austin Miles (1868-1946) from “In the Garden” (1912)

Alleluia!

Posted on April 9, 2022April 10, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heav’ns, and earth, reply, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once He died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!
– Charles Wesley (1707-1788), from “Christ the Lord is Risen Today” (1739)

For the twenty years that we have lived in Texas, I’ve been coming to Massachusetts a few times a year to see my longstanding and much-beloved clients. They are located all over eastern Massachusetts, so for about twelve days three times a year my Thomas and I do a lot of driving. And this past Monday, as we drove we discussed the odd fact that for two days after we posted the article that he allowed us to write about Thomas Jefferson, nobody wanted to comment. Which led us to think it was time to blog about why people on earth have spirit guides. And that conversation led to the most gigantic set of discussions I’ve ever had in my life!

We all assume that our own lives are normal. I mean, except for the fact that my spirit guide once was Thomas Jefferson. Although he isn’t Jefferson now. And he also is a rookie as a spirit guide. Usually, they have a lot more experience. And he knew Jesus personally. That’s unusual. And the avatar thing. But all of these odd bits have been rolled out gradually. And Thomas and I have become such great friends! My Thomas is my closest and best-ever friend.

And he is obsessed with helping Jesus. How can I not love him for that? I have learned by now that he won’t lie to me. And if he won’t say “No,” that means some version of “Yes.” But he won’t tell me what that version is, so then I have to guess. He wasn’t one of the Twelve, but he has never denied that he knew Jesus in the Lord’s lifetime on earth. Then on Monday as we drove, I chattily thought to him, “So, you knew Jesus in His lifetime on earth? What was He like?” And he thought back to me, “I knew Jesus in His lifetimes on earth.” “Lifetimes? With an “S?” “You heard me.”

Oy. A puzzle. That could mean just one thing. They had known one another while Jesus was still perfecting Himself? As a tease, I thought playfully, “So you were perfecting yourselves on earth together. And He was the star of the class? So you must have been the dunce?”

And then we heard the most amazing laugh! You heard that laugh in high school, when you and the other awestruck freshmen were watching the seniors tease one another. It was that laugh. And it had to be Jesus. Who else would have thought what I said was funny? But I had no idea that Jesus was listening! Thomas was chucking, too. Omigod. I knew that they had been close. But, wow! Thomas hadn’t known that Jesus would laugh. Or known that I would hear it. He quickly gave me his “it’s okay” vibe, and we kept driving. Fortunately, not off the road.

We know that Jesus is unique. He just is more unique than you and I have realized. Thomas knew that laugh had rattled me, so to calm me he began to tell me more of their story than I had ever heard.

I am relieved to tell you that my beloved Thomas is not a dunce. His friend was just a bit ahead of him. And unlike today, they had no idea what was going on as people used repeated lives on earth to foster their consciousness development. Remember that everything began only maybe two hundred thousand years ago. This was in the literal stone age. So when Jesus unexpectedly ascended to the Godhead level, it was a shock to them both. They were still in mental communication. Thomas remained in the astral, and Jesus asked him not to follow Him until He could figure out what was happening. Thomas doesn’t remember much about that time, but he does recall that his not progressing further required that he ask for and receive permission from a Council.

There is no time in the astral. But for some indeterminate amount of earth-time, whether it was a minute or eons, my Thomas waited while Jesus tried yet again to overachieve. We are talking the classic overachiever here, the most spiritual kid in the class by far, but Thomas tells me that Jesus has always been the most loving guy you can imagine. No way was He going to graduate and be happy if He had to leave everyone else behind. So finally, He knew that He had to go back. He wanted to teach everyone else on earth how to do whatever it was that He had done. It took a lot of talking to persuade whatever ultimate Council He had to persuade, because no one else ever had reached and entered, and then had left the Godhead Collective and incarnated again on earth.

I don’t know whose idea it was, but on this past Wednesday night, Jesus met with Thomas and me on a grassy astral riverbank, and He told me His version of the Christmas-and-Easter story. My hunch is that Thomas requested it, but that makes the event no less gigantic. It opened with us sitting side by side, wearing astral robes and dangling our feet in the water, and Jesus presented Himself to me at first as a kindly older man without a beard so I would be less intimidated by Him. My beautiful friend Thomas was on my other side, looking to me as he always has. That older-looking Jesus began to speak with words, but Thomas sent Him the thought that I would be able to understand His thoughts. Jesus then sent me the thought that as I became more comfortable, He would revert to looking like Himself. And, sure enough: as Jesus was sending this tale to me in boluses of thought, He gradually reverted to looking the way I have come to see Him of late, as a hazel-eyed and olive-skinned young man with curly dark hair and a short, efficient beard. The only sign that we were in the astral plane was the brilliant, many-colored sky. We were feeding the fish with grain that just appeared in our hands. And behind us, on an enormous plain, deer of various kinds were grazing, so perhaps they had internal organs. I never asked.

It was clear that Jesus soon was enjoying telling me this story, as anyone enjoys telling the triumphal tale of His great youthful struggles come at last to fruition beyond even His own most optimistic expectations. He said that the Councils had found it impossible to believe that a perfected Being might want to undertake all the risks and pains of another earthly incarnation. And Jesus’s reason made no sense to them. He had nothing more to learn! The fact was that no one then incarnating knew anything about anything. Jesus was loving and wise by nature, so His raising His consciousness vibration had happened easily and naturally. What He wanted to do now was understand a system that He hadn’t even known was in existence when He had beaten it. And no, just returning to the earth-plane in an astral body to have a look around wasn’t going to be good enough. He wanted gestation, birth, growing up, a whole life of poverty, and a human death. He wanted to know precisely how it all worked. And then He wanted to teach everyone still living on earth how to master the system, just as He had.

So a Council was created to work with Him. He told me He was patient and polite with them, but my sense is that in that younger world they were trying respectfully to understand this wondrous new thing: Jesus was a perfected being Who was so perfected and so overwhelmed with love that He could not be satisfied to be perfected Himself, but the whole of humankind must be perfected with Him. Eventually they negotiated a birth and an exploratory life under the guidance of His personal Council and in a culture of their choosing. He would have to agree to be guarded by Archangels who would be invisible to the people around Him, and He would be rescued from His body before its natural death.

Just as people on earth are protected by angels, so the Godhead is protected and served by Archangels. Once Jesus was conceived, the Archangel Gabriel announced His advent to His future parents so they would not be alarmed as some unusual things were happening around Him during His earthly lifetime. Thought is such an easy way to communicate! As soon as a question was occurring to me, He was answering it. Yes, He always knew who He was and what He was doing on earth. But no, He never confided in anyone. There were some, like my Thomas, that He could have told; and also John, the Apostle, who was another friend from a prior lifetime. When it occurred to me to ask Him whether He had married as Jesus, or whether He had been a homosexual (which is something that I have suspected but I never would have asked Him), He glanced at me and a smile flickered, but He sent me a small demurral.

Jesus soon passed over much of His earth-life with a wave of His hand to me. He said aloud, “It is in the Book,” as I could see that people were approaching Him because now He looked like the pale Bible-Jesus. He stood, and He was laying His hands on each of those people’s heads and saying aloud, “Bless you, my son,” and “Bless you, my daughter.” Thomas stood, too, and he offered me his hand to help me stand. Thomas said by thought, “We will give Him some time.”

We moved away, and Jesus soon rejoined us farther down the river, looking again like the Mediterranean version of Himself. He was followed in the river by those neon-colored fish. He sat down again on the riverbank beside me and tossed some grain to the fish. I realized that I was recognizing His personal energy now, just as I can recognize Thomas’s energy and Thomas Jefferson’s energy. And the Lord’s energy was distinctly elevated, but not overwhelmingly so. As an aside, I’ve got to say that Jesus has the most beautiful, sweet and loving energy you can imagine, with no low notes at all. Nothing of pain, sadness, selfishness, depression, avarice, anger, and no bit of fear. Everyone else is a distinctive mix, while Jesus is nothing but love and light. He said by thought what I think might be my real name, but it was a nonsense-sound. To it He added, “You must get past your fears! Are you not happy here with us?” Which made me realize how shy I was feeling again to be so close to Him.

“It is not my time to be here,” I said in words. I couldn’t look at Him. How do you make small-talk with God?

Jesus sighed and said by thought, “The book that we wrote together contains most of what I want you to say. My friend that you call Thomas can supply the rest.” He added, “Why do you fear me so?”

That irritated me. I looked right at him and blurted in words, “Do you have any idea what a big deal you are?”

And He grinned. He actually grinned. He opened my hand with His fingers and put some grain into it and said in words, “Here. Feed the fish.” There was a little buzz where He touched me.

His face went solemn as I felt His troubled thought. The Council that had guided His life on earth had been horrified about His crucifixion idea. He was trying to deviate severely from the plan that He and they had made together. He wanted to publicly humiliate a perfected Being, and He might negatively affect his own consciousness status and drop Himself below the Godhead level. He couldn’t even promise them that He could re-animate the body. All He knew was that there seemed to be no other way to convince the crowds that were following Him that their lives would continue after their bodies died. I wanted to ask Jesus why He thought that He could reanimate a dead body, but that seemed presumptuous. He caught the question anyway. He sent me the thought that He had succeeded in reanimating animals, although not for long. But once He was back in the body, He thought He could reanimate it and maintain it alive. Then He could soon cast it aside and appear to people in his astral body. I wanted to know how He had managed to persuaded His Council to allow Him to do what we know that in the end He did persuade them to allow Him to do. The thought He sent me was that He wanted to try. Then He glanced at me, and His thought was that He would have done it, with or without their permission. His Archangels were at His command, so once He let Himself be arrested, it was going to be done.

You might be wondering how Jesus sounded. And how was it possible that He spoke English? He did speak American English with a vague accent when He was speaking aloud, but one advantage of speaking in boluses of thought is that it is translated in your mind. And I wish I had been allowed to remember more of this meeting, but here is where my memory ends.

That was all on Wednesday night. I woke up on Thursday with no memory of any of it, but then it began to unfold, beginning with that older face that I knew had been Jesus. That’s what happens when Thomas lets me remember a nightly meeting. I don’t remember anything when I wake up, but then bits of it come back to me in order over the course of the day. I check with him as I remember things, and he confirms them. But this was such a gigantic meeting! If all the details are right, it rocks the world. So when Thomas told me on Thursday afternoon that Jesus was thinking about making this meeting my blog post for the Sunday before Easter, I really did nearly drive off the road. I asked him if Jesus had any understanding of what big news this was going to be, and Thomas said that it has to come out sometime. They have been dismantling the Roman Christian religion for the past two thousand years, while my Thomas and many others – it hasn’t been only Thomas and John – have patiently delayed their own ascensions, and many of them have fought and died through repeated lifetimes on earth to keep Christianity from destroying the truths that Jesus returned to earth to learn, and then to share.

For centuries they were sure that the whole idea that God had sent God’s Own Son to die as a sacrifice to God was so foolish that the Roman religion based on that idea was bound to fall of its own dead weight. And for two thousand years they have been weakening the religion. He reminds me that I myself have said that as it stands, Christianity is just a pretty wrapping that keeps the true teachings of Jesus safe, but imprisoned. So now we can unwrap His gift. At last it is the ultimate Christmas morning!

But I wanted to hear the rest of the story. Were they happy with Jesus when He went home? Thomas sent me a grin when I sent him that question. He told me that his Friend went at once from being the nuisance new kid making trouble to the very top of the Godhead Collective. And there He remains. Although His fundamental nature is to serve and to teach, what He mainly gets now is worship. He does some teaching in the children’s villages, and He loves doing that because the children don’t see Him as a part of the Godhead. But what people mostly want Him to do is what we saw. So He does it. All the time. He used to make the sign of the cross on people’s foreheads. He would say to His friends, “How would you like to have to keep drawing a sign of suffering and death on people’s foreheads?” But still, He patiently did it for the newly-arrived Catholics. All the time.

Thomas won’t tell me much about the Lord’s life before He ascended to the Godhead level. Mostly, I think, because He doesn’t remember. But he believes that they lived more than one life together in very primitive times. He does recall one incident from their last lifetime together. There was a battle, and their side was finishing off the men and raping and killing the women, and his friend was searching, and he found a woman who had hidden herself with her children. They were terrified. His friend protected them for days, and fed them, until he could find a man of their tribe who would take her as his second wife. His reason given to Thomas was that their quarrel had been with the men. The woman had harmed no one.

So, omigod a hundred times over! So many things have fallen into place and come to make sense to me now, that never really made sense before. What seemed to be a leisurely series of lifetimes that my Thomas has lived, delaying his own elevation by millennia, have all been in service to his Friend as he and others have preserved the Lord’s pure teachings while the Roman religion has held sway for lo these past two thousand years. Until now, when we can bring forth the Lord’s Way as Roman Christianity further weakens. And Thomas tells me that Jesus wasn’t born in Bethlehem from an especially high ranking in the Godhead Collective. But His having chosen to incarnate from the Godhead out of His overwhelming love for humankind was such an extraordinary decision, and He managed to achieve so much on earth with only that one lifetime, that He is of the highest aspect of the Godhead now. And He is the only Member of the Godhead who is teaching independently throughout the afterlife and the astral.

My beloved friend’s eternal Friend who fed astral fish with us on Wednesday night as we sat together on a riverbank while He told me His beautiful story has earned a lot more than our worship, dear friends. He has earned so very much more. The beautiful Being known as Jesus, above every other being in every universe and apart from any religion on earth, has earned every bit of our wholehearted love.

Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids His rise, Alleluia!
Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ hath led, Alleluia!
Foll’wing our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!
– Charles Wesley (1707-1788), from “Christ the Lord is Risen Today” (1739)

Young Thomas Jefferson

Posted on April 2, 2022April 3, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”
– Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826), principal author, from the Declaration of Independence (1776)

The above words were written by a superbly educated, extraordinarily thoughtful, and extremely punctilious young man who was only thirty-three when he became the principal author of the American Declaration of Independence. Please read those words again! They seem to be only common sense to us now, but two hundred and fifty years ago, the notion that ordinary people had the right to claim their personal freedom and to pursue their own idea of happiness was radical. And now read the rest of that paragraph, which is a frank blueprint for widespread rebellion. It claims that:

A government’s purpose is to secure each individual’s rights.
Every government derives its power from the individual consent of the governed.
When a government becomes destructive of the people’s rights, then the people as a body have the right to alter or abolish it.
The people then have the right to organize a new government based entirely on what is most likely to effect their own safety and happiness.

There is no petty bureaucrat, even today, who doesn’t wince to read those words! Yet the generation of giants to which Thomas Jefferson belonged was a peculiar bunch, uniquely well educated, idealistic, and determined to do it right for once. And the government that they founded, while bruised and battered, still stands today as the best-designed, longest-lived, and most resilient representative republic on earth. It even contains within itself a basic method of amendment and renewal so far-seeing that the same documents that have carried us this far can easily manage whatever more may come.

There was a time in my naive and clueless past when I considered my spirit guide’s famous prior lifetime to be my own personal property. I thought it was my right to do research and to write blog posts about Thomas Jefferson. Of course, I know much better now! And there was a time in his disciplinarian past when my spirit guide beat me about the head and insisted that I must never do anything like that ever again! But he has mellowed a lot as we have learned to work together more comfortably.

Everyone has one primary spirit guide through life. It seems to be quite literally true that you cannot be on earth without a spirit guide, just as a car cannot stay on the road without a driver. But very few people operate as I have learned to operate, as someone with a comfortably engaged and always-there co-pilot. And I have come to love living this way! At least, I am never lonely. And others who have learned, as I have learned, to recognize the voices of their primary guides, have found the same sort of joy in this relationship. There is always that voice from just behind my left shoulder. Prompting and encouraging. Correcting as I write. Commenting quietly as I speak. A smile, or sometimes even a chuckle, often unexpectedly. I depend upon the fact that if I don’t have time to do much with a blog post before Saturday, he will get it done on Saturday morning. And I never get upset anymore, because now he talks me through things. We are two people in one body.

My spirit guide is not Thomas Jefferson. I can see that they do share some traits, both loners by preference, deep thinkers, and very bright. But my dear Thomas has a lighter personality. I think he is further developed spiritually. And he is so emphatically past that life that my attempts to defend Thomas Jefferson when I first learned that through my spirit guide, I had a connection to the Founding Father, at first infuriated my Thomas, before he learned that I would respect his wishes. We had a pre-birth deal, or he never would have agreed to be my spirit guide. He would guide me for this lifetime in learning some spiritual lessons, since we are very old friends; and then, in my sixties, I would become his avatar to work on certain tasks that he had not completed during his lifetime as Thomas Jefferson. And those tasks had emphatically NOT included my wasting time and effort in defending Thomas Jefferson’s personal life against attacks by twenty-first-century philistines!

My Thomas doesn’t care about attacks on the personal life of one of his hundreds of lifetimes on earth. He has just piped up again and reminded me that Thomas Jefferson is not even the most important lifetime that he has lived. Or I have lived. Or, he says, no doubt that you have lived. He says that lifetime seems important to us now because of the prominence of the country in which some of us are now living. But my dear Thomas wants us to know that the work that we can do through Seek Reality Online in eradicating the fear of death, and thereby eradicating fear and war worldwide, and also the work that we can do for Jesus in spreading the Lord’s Way, will be vastly more important. And for eons longer! So he asks us to keep our focus on what it is important for us to be doing now. He tells us that the honor of the Founding Father will be defended in due time by the people in his life who love him, and who will speak for him once communication from their level is opened. But because my Thomas knows that speaking for Jefferson still matters to me, and he says that I have been a good soldier (cute!), he now ceases to object. He will allow me to say here what I have been wanting to say. Oh, wait: he now says that he and I together will speak to some matters that it has for a long time been important to me to address, because he was there and he has personal knowledge of those matters. Well, so here goes.

THOMAS JEFFERSON WAS NOT THE FATHER OF ANY OF SALLY HEMINGS’S CHILDREN

The father of her Jefferson children was his younger brother, Randolph, which is something that any honest researcher easily can conclude, simply by considering the fact that a highly fertile woman bore many children during her long life. Yet her Jefferson children were conceived only during the brief period between the death of Randolph’s wife and Randolph’s decision just a few years later to leave the neighborhood and head west. I further address the Sally Hemings nonsense in one of the articles linked earlier in this post. And the former President himself attended one of my nightly meetings with Thomas that I was allowed to remember that next morning. He said to me then in his soft southern voice, “I could not have been intimate with Sally Hemings because she was my property so she could not have consented.” Spoken like a gentleman. That a servant’s room has lately been found near Jefferson’s bedchamber at Monticello tells us nothing more than that an old man wanted a servant at night within the range of his voice.

THOMAS JEFFERSON WORRIED THAT SKIN COLOR MIGHT SIGNIFY A DEEPER DIFFERENCE

I have a husband and two children with Asperger’s syndrome, which is a form of autism; and it is thought that Jefferson also was a high-functioning Asperger’s person. For example, for his whole life, Jefferson told a story from his childhood of having watched a gang of slaves trying unsuccessfully to pull down a shed. And then his own father picked up the rope and pulled that shed over all by himself. So his father was stronger than six slaves together! People with Asperger’s often lack the ability to understand how other people feel, and it is likely that Jefferson never realized why slaves might not want to try very hard. These odd (to him) differences between people of differing status seemed to trouble him for his entire life.

THOMAS JEFFERSON WAS CONVINCED THAT HIS SLAVES WERE BETTER OFF LIVING WITH HIM

During Jefferson’s lifetime, freedmen lived miserable lives on the edges of the stronger white society. And for much of his life, freedmen in Virginia were at continuous risk of re-enslavement. Jefferson freed those few of his slaves that he thought could live comfortably on their own; but for the most part, he was convinced that they were better off living with him. His slaves occupied a village of comfortable homes on individual plots where they could grow vegetables, chickens, and eggs that they consumed themselves or sold to Jefferson’s kitchen. (And yes, he did pay them! The account books that he kept with them still exist, and I – Roberta – have seen them.) He gave his slaves weekends off except at harvest time, he allowed no whipping or abuse, and until his old age, he still hoped that he would figure out some way to free all the slaves. More and more, he became convinced that an emancipation that offered all the slaves legal protection from the stronger white society would be necessary before he could safely free his own. He was paternalistic, to be sure, but he took good care of “his people.”

PATTY’S DEATH DERAILED THOMAS JEFFERSON’S PLANNED PRIMARY MISSION

Jefferson considered it to be the greatest failure of his life that he never solved the slavery problem. His personal life-plan included front-and-center the frank abolition of slavery, and to enforce this mission, his planned wife for that lifetime even inherited her enslaved stepmother and enslaved half-siblings. So Jefferson’s own enslaved family members, whom he loved, were to have given him added incentive. But his adored wife died before the Revolutionary War ended, and Jefferson was so bereft that he never remarried, and he abandoned Monticello for decades. If Patty had lived, it is likely that Jefferson would have retired from public life at the end of the Revolutionary War. And with Patty by his side, he would have made abolition his one great cause, and he might well have succeeded in ending slavery in the United States by the early 1800s. So:

Thomas Jefferson likely then would not have been the first Secretary of State, the second vice president, and the third president of the United States.
Had Thomas Jefferson never been president, we might not have had the probably unconstitutional Louisiana Purchase at that opportune moment, so there likely now would be two or three countries established in place of the one United States.
The United States would have been spared its bloody Civil War, its failed emancipation, and all the horrors of Jim Crow.

If Martha (“Patty”) Jefferson had lived a normal lifespan, the United States of America might well have seen slavery ended peacefully more than two hundred years ago. And today, the probably somewhat expanded but still smaller United States of America would be a happier and far more equal nation in which shade of skin would be of as little remark as eye color or shades of hair.

And now, the final, hopeful words of the Declaration of Independence to which that generation of giants set their quills almost two hundred and fifty years ago….

“We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”
– Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826), principal author, from the Declaration of Independence (1776)

Healing the World

Posted on March 26, 2022March 27, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

The road is long, with many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where, who knows when.
But I’m strong. Strong enough to carry him.
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
So on we go. His welfare is of my concern.
No burden is he to bear. We’ll get there.
For I know he would not encumber me.
He ain’t heavy. He’s my brother.
– Bob Russell (1914-1970) & Bobby Scott (1937-1990), from “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” (1969)

This planet orbits an ordinary star, just one among hundreds of billions of stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. And our home galaxy is only one of at least two trillion galaxies, the largest of which is believed to contain more than a hundred trillion stars. That this little rock that we inhabit might be of any importance at all defies belief! And when I tell you that this universe is nothing like what it appears to be; and that far from being trivial, this rock in fact is extremely important, you will assume that I have lost my mind. But the size and scope and boggling complexity of this universe are just pure illusion. It’s one heck of an illusion. I will grant you that! But it’s an illusion, all the same.

If you understand that this universe is in fact an illusion, you can occasionally spot the illusion in action. Repeatedly, I have come across communications from beings not in bodies who have said things like, “This universe is not as big as you think it is.” Or, “Size and solidity are not characteristics of matter.” I recall reading long ago that there were many parts of this universe that were “empty of stars.” And once I read about an astronomer who had pointed a telescope at one of those empty spots, verified that it was empty, and then left his telescope pointed there for a year. When he returned a year later and looked at the same place again, he found that it now contained billions of galaxies. Then there is the curious fact that modern humans and more than ninety percent of modern animals and plants all sprang into being at the same time, about two hundred thousand earth-years ago. There also is the fact that the cosmological constants have to remain constant to vanishingly tiny tolerances, or else the universe will either collapse upon itself or blow apart. And they are not supposed to keep adjusting… but yet they do keep constantly adjusting. And of course, the Big Bang’s something-from-nothing problem makes it an unsatisfactory explanation for how everything began.

This universe is apparently a kind of habitat designed for human beings. It is only about two hundred thousand years old in terms of earth-time, and it is freshly re-created for us in each micro-instant. As we have needed it to seem older, or bigger, or more complex, it has been made to seem that way in its repeated instantaneous iterations in order to keep us from finding an edge.

This human-habitat illusion, which we continue to take seriously because it is such a good illusion and it still appears to us to be all that we’ve got, in fact exists just so we can have a place to experience negativity. And we need that negativity so we can more easily raise our consciousness vibrations away from fear and toward love. Fear, anger, hatred, and all the other negative emotions simply don’t exist in significant amounts in our eternal astral home. And yet we need them so we can push against them in order to grow spiritually. Conceivably, there may be other uses for this universe, but they aren’t obvious to us. When I was young, at the height of the Vietnam War, there was a song whose refrain was, “War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!” Well, war and all the negativity it produces have been wonderful tools to help to foster our spiritual growth! That system has worked well for millennia, until the repeated worldwide wars of the twentieth century dropped the ambient energies of this planet to such an extent that they put our home-planet into what upper-level beings not in bodies soon were calling interplanetary intensive care. Time not being a factor beyond this material reality, this planet’s guardians began working to raise the vibrations of this planet out of its present red danger zone even before the twentieth century began, and even as those wars were raging. And then, as the United Stated did the unthinkable, and used atomic bombs as weapons of war against Japan in August of 1945, teams of avatars with the help of their guides were rapidly being born on earth with specific life-plans that were meant to assist with this process of raising this planet’s consciousness vibration back toward a normal, negative-toward-neutral zone.

And that was when many of us were born on earth. I came in one year almost to the day after Hiroshima and Nagasaki were bombed. Few of us have had any conscious awareness of the details of our life-plans, but together and apart we have been working toward playing our little roles for our whole lives. Whenever Craig Hogan, for example, has been frustrated, his guides sitting around their astral table have shown him a plan that he couldn’t really make sense of, and they would say, “Just follow the plan!” And for my part, I thought I was supposed to be teaching about the afterlife. But then more and more it looked to be Jesus that I was supposed to be teaching about. And there would be long stretches when there was no special hurry, and no special plan, and then there would be a need to hurry but I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing.

This idea for Seek Reality Online, with Craig and me teaching about the afterlife together, didn’t come up until just a few years ago. But it started as just a loosey-goosey thought, kind of an online afterlife conference. And then Covid happened, and soon everything was online. And meanwhile, I felt driven to write The Fun of Loving Jesus. And Craig felt driven to write a whole harvest of amazing books about how the greater reality works! This being avatars for beings not now in bodies who are themselves receiving even higher-level guidance is such a difficult and problematic thing, because those in charge aren’t actually in touch with us directly, nor even indirectly, nor even at all. In fact, Seek Reality Online apparently isn’t actually meant to address just the fear of death specifically, we now realize. (Silly you! Is that what you thought it was about? Well, so did we!) No, apparently Seek Reality Online is a direct weapon against negativity. Or, so we now think. And also, it’s meant to have an aspect that will develop the Lord’s Way for Jesus.

… And this has been more or less our state of play until just this past Saturday morning. Thomas gave me the title of this post a week ago, but I had no idea what it was supposed to be about, so I have been dithering with it for a week.Then I woke up on Saturday with the firm understanding that the purpose of Seek Reality Online is the eradication of fear and its replacement with the kingdom of God on earth. Don’t think about where it might end, Thomas tells me now, because you’ll be watching it happen from the bleacher seats. And don’t worry that the eradication of fear will mean the end of this planet’s usefulness. He tells me just to do my little part. Everything else is above my pay grade.

In short, what appears to be happening is that as humankind continues to evolve, so our planet needs to be evolving as well. And now that evolution has begun. He tells me that the guardians of this planet haven’t minded that for eons of time we were living our whole lives in the fear of death. We had mental mediums and soothsayers and such. If we were especially fearful, we had the means to mostly figure it out. But a new phase in the evolution of humankind began at the start of the twentieth century, and Craig and I and many others are part of that process. We enlisted in it back then, although of course I was not made aware of what we had signed up to do until this sunny Saturday morning. March 26^th 2022, to be precise. And this morning Thomas has told me a great deal more.

The Godhead tries very hard not to interfere in human affairs. But seventy-five years ago, when humankind first used atomic weapons in warfare, the decision was made at the very highest level of Beings of which we are aware that humanity never will be allowed to use atomic weapons again. And so, my dear friends, despite the fact that there are some seventeen hundred quadrillion nuclear warheads on earth, and there always have been knuckleheads running the United States, the Soviet Union, China, and many other countries, you will notice that there has been a truly remarkable lack of nuclear warfare. Actually, quite beyond our awareness, we have repeatedly come close. And there are stories. There was a false alarm of an attack under way here or there. And always, in every case, someone was influenced not to push a button. Or there was a missile test that a phantom missile from out of nowhere took out of the sky. But with the world awash in atomic weapons and drenched to the gills in frank craziness, seventy-five years of no atomic warfare must be seen to be a remarkable feat by an infinitely loving Godhead!

How will Seek Reality Online make a difference? What we have learned in our few decades of teaching that human life is eternal is this:

Once people understand that they will live forever, they begin to live in an eternal frame.
Money and material things cease to matter.
What begins to matter deeply is people, love, and kindness.

Thomas tells me now that he and I and also Craig and his own master guide and very many others were enlisted as part of the much larger team that began to do this work at the start of the twentieth century. He tells me to stop fretting that we are about to lose the earth as a place for spiritual growth, because there are more than enough negative millennia laid down here by now that people can come here for many millennia more, and live their lives of spiritual stress within human history as it has already been developed. And meanwhile, the Lord’s Way that we will have begun for Him will be carrying on forever from here. Thomas says that Craig’s master plan and my own has always been to spend most of these earth-lives in preparation, to get the SRO website and the Lord’s Way well begun, and then eventually to turn this work over to others.

All that the Godhead has to do to keep a nuclear war from ever happening on earth is to hold it off for a little while longer. Just until this website has taught sufficient people all over the world that their lives really are eternal! And then, as fear recedes and love prevails, we can at last begin for Jesus the spread of the kingdom of God over all the earth.

If I’m laden at all, I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.
It’s a long, long road from which there is no return.
While we’re on the way to there, why not share?
And the load doesn’t weigh me down at all.
He ain’t heavy! He’s my brother!
– Bob Russell (1914-1970), Bobby Scott (1937-1990), from “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” (1969)

What Did He Say?

Posted on March 19, 2022March 20, 2022 by Roberta Grimes

I will follow Him, follow Him wherever He may go.
And near Him, I always will be, for nothing can keep me away.
He is my destiny. I will follow Him.
Ever since He touched my heart, I knew. There isn’t an ocean too deep,
A mountain so high it can keep me away from His love!
– Norman Gimbel (1927-2018) & Arthur Altman (1910-1994), based on “I Will Follow Him” (1961)

The problem with our presuming to try to give to the Lord His genuine Way, from before the Christianity the Romans designed when they seized the name of Jesus, actually boils down to just one word. And that word is WORDS. I look at all the words that Jesus spoke, and my mind quails! Who are we to presume to decide precisely what He meant when He said each word? Those living in the greater reality have the choice of communicating by mind, so they use boluses of thought to convey whole ideas. But you and I don’t have that choice! Using words is problematic, because a single word can convey both too little and too much meaning. Take the word “love,” for example. It might take you half a page to define that single word! But when you communicate by thought, you can choose the best version of whichever word you have in mind, and then you can perfectly convey what you mean.

An eighteenth-century wordsmith of note demonstrated how cleverly words can be used when he authored the American Declaration of Independence. The then-current formulation for the inalienable rights of man was “life, liberty, and property.” The battle at the time of the American Revolution was between those who wanted to keep slavery and those who were trying to abolish it, and Thomas Jefferson showed which side he was on when he opened his Declaration of Independence with a subtle twist on that old formula.

He wrote, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” And he thereby took from slaveholders their right to rely upon his document as a reason to later claim their fellow men as their property, while at the same time he granted to bondsmen their right to eventually pursue their own happiness. And he did this more than eighty years before Abraham Lincoln signed his Emancipation Proclamation! You can imagine Jefferson’s internal giggles as he watched all those solemn slaveholders putting their quills to his version of our founding document.

But then much later, in 1960, Thomas Jefferson communicated with the living through direct-voice medium Leslie Flint, and he grumped about his having to leave off briefly his greater ease of communicating by thought when he was forced to go back to using words again. This was the first thing he said in his soft southern voice when he got control of the medium. “Very difficult for anyone in my position to manifest in this fashion to talk to people on Earth, and at the same time keep one’s equilibrium, if one can use that term and apply to the spirit. That you know when one comes back and one endeavors to speak in this fashion, it’s all very conflicting and complicated. Aligning with vibration, tuning in, remembering things that one wishes to say, transmission of thought into sound, words, words, often words which don’t indicate anything clearly, at least what one feels, I find extreme difficulty.”

Indeed, he did find it difficult! And using words was his main problem. A problem that we are going to find compounded now when we try to work with the reported words that Jesus spoke two thousand years ago, and which then had to go through the following hurdles:

People played telephone with those words for a generation or two after they heard Jesus speak them. Scholars keep shortening their estimated time before the first Gospel was written down, but still there was a certain amount of memory and human fallibility involved.
The words written in the various Gospels were then edited by First Nicaea in 325, and also by the later church councils. We know that the councilors removed some of what Jesus said, especially everything related to reincarnation; and they also added some things that they wished He had said, mostly passages related to church-building, end-times, and sheep-and-goats nonsense.
Jesus spoke Aramaic, but His works were generally first written down in Greek, and then translated from Greek into modern languages. Aramaic and Greek are so different from one another that direct translations from Aramaic to English are unrecognizable by those familiar with modern Gospel translations. Some of the folks that we used to think were dead tell us now that modern two-step English translations are the most faithful interpretations of what Jesus actually meant to say.

But I think they are being charitable. In fact, there is only one interpretation of the words of Jesus that I consider to be reasonably faithful, and that is only because I personally witnessed its creation by Jesus, and then its confirmation.

It might surprise you to know that until recently I haven’t given much thought to how unusual my life has been. While normal women have been taking vacations, shopping, attending concerts and hanging out with friends, I have primarily been studying the Bible and researching death and the afterlife. And my Thomas, come to think of it, has had one pretty big obsession of his own. He and I have lived seventeen lifetimes together, and through most of them we have been serving Jesus. Thomas, I think, much more than I. If it might be said that Jesus has a most devoted groupie, then I think that of the trillion or more beings that must exist in all of reality, my own dear Thomas is a leading contender for the Lord’s biggest fan. That business about helping to found a country? All just a detour, apparently.

So it is not surprising that when Jesus reportedly decided that His Gospel teachings had been too simplistic, and that must be why so few Christians were following them, and He then led the team that channeled the much more advanced A Course in Miracles, only to see those powerful teachings soar right over most people’s heads, so He reportedly decided in the nineteen-eighties to give His more basic Gospels teachings another try, and He put out the word that He needed “a pure channel” – someone who had not been known to be a channel – that my previously very private Thomas didn’t hesitate to lead me in channeling an autobiography of Thomas Jefferson’s ten-year marriage in order to demonstrate to Jesus that my dear Thomas had the Lord’s “pure channel” waiting for Him right here. My Thomas was happy to expose Thomas Jefferson’s private life to all the world for the Lord’s sake! The fact that he had no problem doing that, when Jefferson had even burned his wife’s papers and all their letters to one another to keep his private life private, never had made sense to me before. But of course, he would do anything for Jesus! And so would I. And so would you.

Whereupon, they reportedly spent the next twenty years preparing me to become the Lord’s channel. But no one said a word about any of this to me! Then in 2014, it was apparently time for me to step up and do my job. This announcement of the role for which my still-anonymous primary guide had volunteered me was made during a nightly guidance meeting. And reportedly I said, “No freakin’ way!” Or less polite words to that effect. No way was I worthy to channel Jesus! So Thomas had no choice but to break every spirit-guide rule of conduct. He enlisted the help of a medium and told me directly what a famous big-shot he had been in his previous life, and why I had to do this now. So in April of 2015, for two weeks I was Jesus’s word-processor to write Liberating Jesus. And then the beings serving Jesus asked for and vetted that entire manuscript. Word by word. When I asked the medium to give me their changes, she said that they had been directed by Jesus to say to me, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” So then I cried.

I have written the preceding three paragraphs without inflection because I have written them mostly for myself. Repeatedly, during that extraordinary year I kept reminding myself that, my goodness, I was having an extraordinary year, and I must not ever forget these events. But when something like that happens to you, it seems only normal at the time. You eat and sleep and live your life, and the sun keeps rising and setting. What I remember most vividly to this day, and what still brings tears to my eyes when I think of it, was what must have been the Lord’s private thoughts as He became more used to being in my mind. Jesus has feelings, too! As He was typing, using my fingers, He was thinking things like, “You say you love Me? Then, listen to Me!” And I knew He wasn’t talking to me. He was mentally talking to Christians. I felt so bad for Him! I was thinking, I love you, Jesus! But I was trying not to think, with tears on my cheeks, because I was supposed to be just His word processor. The power of His Being was such that I had no idea of what He was writing until suddenly one morning I woke up and He was gone. And I was a spent balloon.

So I trust every word of Liberating Jesus. But I really don’t trust much else. I have decided, however, that I do have to trust the fact that Jesus trusts my Thomas. I have come to believe they have a relationship that might go back a very long way. And by now, Thomas trusts me as well. This triangle was what my vision of a few weeks ago was apparently about. Jesus was watching Thomas fix His old jalopy – His old teachings – and smiling for me, but not looking at me because He has learned by now that if He looks at me, I freak. He had His arms folded to show me that Thomas would be doing the actual work. So again, I will be just their scribe. I can stop worrying about all the many things that I have been increasingly worrying about.

And this, my dear friends, is what blogging is for. Whenever, in the years to come, as we work with Thomas to help Jesus build the Lord’s Way, and you and I fret for the millionth time that we have no business doing something so gigantic, we can come back and read this post again and commune again with the endlessly patient and perfectly loving risen Lord.

And meanwhile, here is a palate-cleanser. If you ever have cause to wonder just how completely outmoded the Old Testament’s religious rules really are; or else, you know, if it ever starts to bother you that we actually won’t ever be allowed to own a Canadian, come back and read this again. The picture illustrating this seven-year-old post is a statuette of Samson in the process of killing a thousand Philistines with a donkey’s jawbone (Judges 15:14-16). And meanwhile, my dear ones, cherish today. We have it now, and we never will have it again.

I love Him! I love Him! I love Him!
And where He goes, I’ll follow! I’ll follow! I’ll follow!
I will follow Him. Follow Him wherever He may go.
There isn’t an ocean too deep.
A mountain so high it can keep me away from His love!
– Norman Gimbel (1927-2018) & Arthur Altman (1910-1994), based on “I Will Follow Him” (1961)

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