We “will not taste death,” the Lord proclaims on a great many occasions. Evidently this is the primary message of Jesus Christ. Corroborating testimony from credible biblical sources compels seekers to unravel his revelation. Serious disciples: find more information here at FreelyReceive.
Whoever believes these words will not taste death.
“Truly I tell you, some who are standing here will not taste death before they see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom.” Matthew 16:28
I’ve always believed that my perfect father would be the most loving and logical being there is. Einstein knew this for a fact. In his complex equations, he glimpsed the creator’s handiwork. The perfection and love of God appeared to Einstein as the natural laws and forces that keep the planets safe in their orbits and enable the stars to create and nurture life.
Like Albert E, I did not recognize my perfect father in the world’s spiritual belief systems. In every faith I studied, the logic ultimately fell apart: my perfect loving father will harm me if I’ve been bad. Even worse, a second, evil god will attack me for no apparent reason. If the goal is to present a single, unconditionally loving creator, this reasoning doesn’t. My entire being rejected it. Continue reading My Perfect Father→
The Red Book is an exquisite red leather bound folio manuscript crafted by the Swiss psychologist and physician Carl Gustav Jung between 1915 and 1930. It recounts and comments upon the author’s imaginative experiences between 1913 and 1916, based on manuscripts first drafted by Jung in 1914–17. Despite being nominated as the central work in Jung’s oeuvre, it was not published or made otherwise accessible for study until 2009. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
“…the spirit of the depths forced me to speak to my soul, to call upon her as a living and self-existing being. I had to become aware that I had lost my soul.” Carl Jung, The Red Book
“The years…when I pursued the inner images, were the most important time of my life. Everything else is to be derived from this. It began at that time, and the later details hardly matter anymore. My entire life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious and flooded me like an enigmatic stream and threatened to break me. That was the stuff and material for more than only one life. Everything later was merely the outer classification, scientific elaboration, and the integration into life. But the numinous beginning, which contained everything, was then.” Carl Jung, 1957 –interview with Aniela Jaffé
Gospel of Jesus’s Wife, the small fragment of papyrus acquired by Professor Karen King of Harvard Divinity School, was classified as “ancient” (600 – 700 CE) in March of 2014. After almost two years of scientific analysis, multiple professional teams have deemed this tiny fragment “authentic.” No evidence of modern fabrication was found. Now, on to the Big Question. What or who is Jesus’s wife”? The Biblical Archaeology Society states that the meaning of this manuscript’s text remains open for debate.
“This is not, in any case, evidence that
Jesus was married.”
Karen King interview April 16, 2014
1. not to me. My mother gave me life*
2. The disciples said to Jesus
3. deny. Mary is not worthy of it
4. Jesus said to them, My wife
5. she is able to be my disciple
6. Let wicked people swell up
7. As for me, I am with her in order to
8. an image (Translation as it appears on the papyrus)
*Or: “I exist with it/her”; “I dwell with it/her.”
Gospel of Mary, as the text is named in the manuscript, though it is made clear “Mary” is the person we call Mary of Magdala (Mary Magdalene), is a well preserved codex discovered in the late 19th century near Akhmim, in upper Egypt. It was purchased in 1896 by German scholar Dr. Carl Reinhardt, who took it to Berlin.
My journey to Mother began one spring afternoon when I asked my soul if we could travel. Could she could take me somewhere? As I lay on the bed, eyes shut, daylight filled the room. Behind my eyelids it was unusually dark. Black. And it kept getting blacker. I wasn’t scared, but excited. I had witnessed this phenomenon several times prior to this particular afternoon, eyes open or shut, while in the presence of the Holy Spirit.
Then I felt a subtle, sudden lurch. We were moving.
I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it. “I know you’re God’s pen, because everything belongs to him.” Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen knew what to write. Trouble was, my memory of that day held missing time. While staring at the virgin white page, I decided to write what I could remember and trust the rest to God’s pen.
As I began to write in my notebook, I had no idea that this would become the most important night of my life.