As a child, in the Sunday School, I was hoping to meet the warm presence in the Stories and teachings about the Jesus Figure, I had been in touch with since as long as I can remember.
The presence, who requested me, that I could Bless all the people I can remember, in my evening prayer.
I did, fell asleep and woke up, because I had forgotten someone.
Every evening until the waves of puberty years pulled me to explore other aspects of existence in this Strange Sphere of confusing appearances of double faces: people not saying what they mean, and not meaning what they say.
No, I didn’t meet the Krist, that I knew in the Sunday School stories, but rather a somewhat sterile way told stories about him, and games played, where we could collect Sheep stickers to clue on the nicely coloured cardboard as a competition, who will have most Sheep.
It was fine, because all my friends were there. In a small village the children gathered wherever it was possible. Also on Sundays, just to be together.
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What was most shocking for me was again and again being reminded, through the Stories, of the Blood, that was running down the face of the Jesus Figure, from the wounds caused by the thorny wreath on his head.
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That man didn’t look familiar either; the Krist in my own vision was formless, a presence, and always without suffering in the expression, and only Loving Care offering assurance and feeling of Safety and Belonging.
People in those stories were not kind either towards the Jesus Figure, but threw stones and hit him with sticks.
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What was even worse was that he was in the end hung on a cross, and his hands and feet nailed with nails blood running from the wounds like small ruby red streams on the thin seemingly starving white skinned body.
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Even that wasn’t enough, but his body was stabbed with a Spear, right into the place where the Spleen is. Much blood was running out from that wound causing the Jesus Figure to scream towards the Sky saying “Father forgive them, because they don’t know what they are doing”.
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Oh, I do think “they” did know exactly what they were doing by Letting out Blood as much as possible.
A Sacrifice of the Lam.
And we kept on collecting Sheep stickers in the Sunday School.
Why asking forgiveness?
Was this situation causing the All Knowing God Figure Up in the Heaven to act in a way, that wouldn’t be appropriate for a God, and for this the Jesus Figure begged for Forgiveness, as if the Suffering he was enduring was justified and wouldn’t have to be considered according the Laws of Natural World of Cause and Effect?
I AM Asking…
So disappointing with all this Blood letting and torture.
There is nothing kind or loving in that situation, and we children would still be convinced to believe in a Loving God. And to believe, that NOW we are free from any sins, we must have done as being part of the Flogg of sinners, which the Human Beings, as we’ve been told, are by birth.
I felt confused, but kept on collecting the Sheep stickers, since the picture was so pretty with Green Natural pastures with flowers and bushes.
The sun was shining from the bright blue sky. All seemed to be Just Fine…
I protested those Stories, silently, to beginning with, already then.
No-one, absolutely nobody, should go through such a suffering because of ME.
Period!
Yes, I admit I wasn’t a perfect child, but I did put effort into being a good girl, kind and positive, although a little wild for my mom’s taste, but still a reasonably harmonious child. I was an animal lover, and always on the go with some kind of Hobby, mostly sports, Singing and Dancing, dreaming of being a ballerina, since Dance gave some relief from the confusing world. And a sense of Freedom. Limitlessness.
So, thank you for the stories, to be polite, but No thank you. No more blood dramas for me.
The Stories weren’t even about the warm, caring Krist Presence, I was familiar with personally.
Those stories can’t be Right!
And indeed, Now are Other Stories, more harmonious and believable, and not at all so disturbing, revealed to us.
That there was a Krist Person, another One, who walked on the Earth. Not many knew about him, but those who did, heard Stories of Inner Connection to God Presence, and about a Loving Harmonious Existence, that is inherently ours to live in. And about God Source, that is possible to Reach and Be Close to Within Oneself.
Sounds like a fairytale?
Why not true?
In this story there is Beauty and the Promise of True Freedom, Love and Joy, and this would be more right for young children to hear and learn about.
This New Stories of Old, fits the Krist Presence, that I had secret conversations with as a child, knowing I couldn’t talk with many about these Beyond-the-World-as-we+know it- experiences.
Very few choose this Loving Krist and the Path of Harmony, Love, Freedom and Beautiful Life, but there are increasingly more of Us, at least as I know…
More of Us, who choose to Join the Heavenly Realities of Quantum Universe, where even Time isn’t trapped and imprisoned, but Flows free with the Expanding CONSCIOUSNESS of Spiritual Beings, who do not give up and keep on Climbing the Stairway to Heaven, Reaching to Higher Spheres, where they DO experience what is Promised.
But still many, the majority of People, like to follow the Bloody Story of a Jesus Figure, and his suffering, being convinced that Sacrifice is an Act of Love.
That the Sacrifice has to be done. Since they accept being sinners fully and through, and can’t fix it without this Tortured Being punished through Blood Sacrifice.
Ashes by Blood… 🩸
And now, even the Humans, who I thought were Enlightened enough to discern, choose the Blood Ritual as the Only Way to Freedom and True Heaven.
But now it is formulated in Another way, pretending to be true to the Quantum Reality Awareness.
They choose fitting, enticing Words, that Trick the listener, to believe is about True Inner Path to Original Creator.
They call it the One Existence, where People are clued together with substance, as Blood, Red like a Ruby, but Plasmic Blood, that covers All those humans, who need the “cleansing” since they believe still they are sinners and suffering is inevitable, and the Quantum Ruby Red Plasma Blood WILL Free them from all Sins and Pain.
Where all will be One and the New Promised world would be born. Finally.
Through a Plasmic Ruby Red Blood Ritual.
Clued together and Journeying to where? When the Only Way “Out” is the Only Way IN! Within.
There is a Knotty tightness in my Stomach when hearing these Influencers, and I got to Listen to this Sensing. Same tightness as I felt as a child, when hearing the Stories of Blood and Suffering of the Sacrificial Lam, who was supposed to be Stories about My Closest Friend.
Is it so difficult to Let Go that belief in Blood Sacrifice?🩸
Is it?
Seemingly it is too tightly Imprinted through Generations into the Genetic Memory of many
Not for me!!!
I Will be True to My Inner Self Whispering, look the Other Way.
And it isn’t True for some few others, yet enough of them, to build up Together an Existence based on a True Ascension, where an Unique Individual is InTouch with their Inherent Divine Spirit and Soul, reaching Knowingly upwards on the Staircase to Heaven, where One will Expand into larger Existential State, and Awareness, all the way to that Point, where Creation was Only a Thought, a Desire in the Vast Existence of the Original Point of Creation, which We call God Source.
And it is All Within Me, even the Blood running through my veins is Sacred and holds a Potential of Transmuting, as everything else in my biological Body and the Spirit Body, to substances that Hold The Map through the Heavenly Stairway and A Key to the Diamond Door to the House of One God Source Realm, the True HOME.
So,I do have the Means to reach to be Intimately Close to this Point of Creation, where All Creation Started, knowing it is as if it is Me, Myself and I.
Yet Vast, Beyond comprehension, when viewed from the limited point of Life Here.
That state can be Only known through Cognitions. Sensing. Being IN the Knowing. Without Words.
Only Heavenly Sounds, the Music of the Spheres echoing and calling Us Home, on the Path through Bright Pastel Colours, Shining with Silver Gold And Light Rainbow Colours.
So…
We will resist this Blood Letting rituals, or the Cosmic Ruby Red Plasma covering the whole creation, with a promise of washing away all the Sins of the Sinners existing there, by Looking the Other Way.
And Let the Freewill Choice, the Only Way in the Creation of the Sacred Law Of One BE…
At least I will!.
And a few Other Ones…
padmaalba 🪷✨
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