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Mary writes that Jesus was her and Joseph’s natural son

April 15, 1916


I am here, Mary, mother of Jesus.

I come to you with all the love of a mother who loved her dear son so much while on earth and suffered all the heart pangs that the cruel death of my beloved caused me and with the love that has been purified by experience and closeness to God’s blessings.

I am in the celestial heavens, very near the fountainhead of God’s love and also near the home of my dear son, though not in the same sphere with him. No spirit in all of the spirit world has the same great soul development as he has or is possessed with the divine love to in such abundance. I just want to say here that I am not in the condition or place where I am because I am Jesus’s mother, but because of the development of my own soul. It is only this possession of the divine love that determines our position and condition here in the spirit world. I am now in such condition that I know that the love of God is the only thing in all of the universe that can make a mortal, or spirit, a partaker of God’s divine nature and an inhabitant of the kingdom of heaven.

I suppose I am the only one in all the universe who knows the fact with reference to that question and, as a spirit of the celestial spheres and knowing only truth, can say to you and all the world that Joseph was the actual father of Jesus, and that he was conceived and born as any other mortal was conceived and born.

The holy spirit did not beget him, and I was never informed that such a thing would happen. I was known by Joseph before the conception of Jesus, and by him I was made pregnant with that blessed son. This is the truth, and all accounts and statements to the contrary are erroneous.

I will not write more tonight, but I will come again and write you of the early life of Jesus and of his development in the divine love as was shown to me while he was a growing child and after he became a man, prior to his public ministry.

So, my dear, believe what I have written and also know that I love you with a great love, and I am working with the other celestial spirits to make your soul the possessor of God’s great love.

With my blessing, I will say God be with you now and for all eternity.

Your sister in Christ,

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Jesus’ birth and youth as revealed by his mother

1963 Daniel G. Samuels


I am here, Mary.

It has been a considerable time, as mortals count time, since I have written you, and very little at that. I would not communicate with you without having first received approval from my son. He has been giving to you for the first time an account of the natural love and those forerunners of the divine love that finally led to the fulfillment of the promise in the person of my son Jesus.

Since the time we began to get serious messages to earth through James Padgett it has been possible to continue our instructions through you (Dr. Samuels). My son has undertaken to supplement the basic understanding of the divine love with a study of the religious writings of the Jews to show how this love was finally achieved and how it was that my son, the Messiah, attained that soul condition that made him know that this title was his, and that something from God had permeated his soul making it at one in the actual essence of God.

This soul development of my son, which is very important for men to realize if they are to understand what enabled him to be the Messiah of God, is the purpose of my son’s writing at the present time. He hopes to explain this not only by the Old Testament as the background to his soul development but the Talmud, some of which was available when he lived. There were also those non-canonical writings of the times just prior to his coming that will show the mind of Jesus, his thinking, his understanding, his insight, and the intuition that lifted up his heart and soul to the God of Israel, who poured out sacred love upon my child and made him, in time, the real, only begotten son, and thus brought to light eternal life.

Most of what the New Testament says about me is untrue. I was married legally to Joseph, my husband, who was a young man, and not to the decrepit, impotent old man described as he is by the writers who seek to make me a virgin (Matthew 1:23).

I was wife and mother to eight flesh and blood children, my first-born being Jeshua, or Jeshu, for the people spoke differently and pronounced differently in northern and central Palestine, as people speak differently in various parts of your own country. He was born exactly like other babies, and neither Joseph nor I knew precisely what his career was to be. This is the truth and entirely contrary to what is stated in the Scriptures (Luke 2:47-49).

Jesus as a child was serious, studious, pious, and one who drank eagerly at the fountainhead of religious instruction and knowledge of God’s demands for right living through obedience to the laws. He learned that one day a Messiah would come to help bring salvation to the Jewish people. This thought possessed my son because he believed in the writings of Jeremiah and the other prophets as well as in the precepts of the rabbis that clung to him and became a part of him. This was despite the conflicting ideas that clashed and merged in the religious Palestinian atmosphere that confused many Jews, especially those of the North Country. They believed that the Messiah was to be a patriot who would lead his country to freedom from Rome.

It was a long time before Jeshu showed any signs of a love different from the love he showed for me, his father or for his younger brothers and sisters. He was kind and gentle, and he possessed a certain mysticism and a relationship with the hills and the sky. He had a way of looking at the distant clouds and drinking it in with a love of the bright blue heavens. He also had an intense way of holding dear the words of his religious teachers, which is what separated him from the rest of us.

As he began to be more and more different, he spoke more and more of God and God’s love, which, he pointed out to us, was proven by our Scriptures. By the time he was twenty, we wondered if he could be this Messiah, but we did not quite under- stand. We thought we had brought into the world a typical pious Jew - someone who had let themselves be butchered rather than violate their religious beliefs. Our other children, like Judah and Jacob, were given more to throwing out the Romans; they were very patriotic, as were many of the young boys of this time and area.

Jeshu expressed his love for his family by working hard for them and helping my husband. He was dutiful, obedient, protective to the younger children, and he sought to live a life of devotion to his family and to avoid the sins of commission and neglect as understood by our community and our religion. He was patriotic, too, and possessed a patience that contrasted with the energy and impatience of his younger brothers. They could not understand how the God of Israel could permit the cruelties that the Romans practiced in our country - killings, scourgings, impossible taxes, all kinds of impositions, restrictions and violations that they imposed, and which were sanctioned by the Jewish high priests and the Sadducees.

My son Jeshu counseled peace and forbearance. He said that our God would deliver us from our enemies as in the days of Moses, and a leader would come forth to deliver the people. Jeshu began to talk as though he were such a leader. My other sons would listen to him and were willing to go with him. They saw in him a faith in God not found in the highest places in Jerusalem, in the hotheaded youngsters of Galilee, among the practical farmers and trades people, or even in the rabbis and Pharisees of the land.

When he began to talk about his personal relationship to God and as having God’s soul qualities in his own being, we then thought he was insane, for to our training and knowledge a thing like this was an utter impossibility, and had come from a mind of one whose religious studies had deranged his mentality. We could not, in all truth, understand what we did not possess ourselves. Only my son knew what he felt, and when he finally left our home to liberate our people, we thought he was a Zealot leader gone to fight Rome. Yet we were bewildered, because he was not belligerent but spoke of peace with Rome through God’s love in man’s soul.

My daughters Leah and Rachel, although in their hearts they loved him dearly, wanted nothing to do with their brother’s idealism; they were firm in the old tradition of law and Torah. My husband, Joseph, who understood Jeshu’s soul to only a small degree, felt himself cursed for having such a son. When he began to realize the worthiness of our son and the sacrifice unto death that he had made, he wept bitterly.

But it was not a blood sacrifice, as most Gentiles believe, but a sacrifice of his life to carry out his mission - the preaching of God’s divine love in man’s heart - to the opposition of the high priests who feared such unorthodox teachings and to a Roman response to any mention of a Messiah. They interpreted this to mean “the anointing by God of a king of the Jews,” thought of by the Romans as a rebel leader against Caesar.

As I, and as all of us here in the celestial heavens now understand it, Jeshu’s love for his family was a purified natural love. It later became divine through prayer, and when the conviction that he was the Messiah came to him, he told us that he must attend to God’s business of proclaiming the glad tidings of the divine love, and for this he was born. His natural love, which as a young man would have turned him to thoughts of love and marriage, deepened into divine love. He became absorbed by it and held a marvelous feeling of filial and fraternal devotion, which made him feel like the dearest brother to all men and took from him the thought of women and family life.

He loved all people with a love that showed itself in kindness, in service, in helping others, in healing wounds of sicknesses, in alleviating sorrow, and in giving sympathy and comfort for the depressed, the bereaved, the heartbroken, and the helpless. He brought hope and taught salvation to thousands. Even when they did not understand him, he had a sincerity an absolute faith and conviction in the eternal life of the soul that spoke to people’s hearts if not to their minds. Many felt he was the light to the Jewish people who would show the way to God and to peace in this world and in the next.

Jeshu showed this faith and conviction and love up to the last on the cross at Golgotha. He showed courage and patience beyond human capabilities and, at last, at the foot of the cross I understood something of what he said and what was in his soul. Even just before the end, when I grieved for the one I considered a good son, dying because of a disturbance that manifested itself in a different path in religion and defiance of Roman power, how mistaken was I, and my family, and my husband. We understood only after his death, when pain and grief and love had brought some of the divine love into our souls.

It was the influence of the divine love turned my son to God, to think of God and long for God’s presence. My son prayed for strength to avoid sin, and to take on the character and virtues of kindness, of humility, of service and the consideration of others so as not to hurt their feelings. These were to him of the highest importance. He had the qualities of firmness, faith, conviction, courage, fortitude, and high resolve. He faced and found death with tranquility, patience, and had a oneness with God that shatters all imagination such was my son Jeshu on earth.

The result of the great tragedy in our lives gave rise to the turbulence and persecution and eventual tearing asunder of our holy religion that my son never sought to destroy but to fulfill its promise. My home life was broken, my husband departed on preaching missions to calm his anguished heart by proclaiming what his son had given his life for. My other sons followed this example and met death in their missions.

I speak to you as a mother who has known sorrow and troubles and tragedy, and who has experienced them when least able to meet and surmount them. Fortunately, I had God’s love to console me, to bind me up, to heal me and to fortify me when it meant the most. My love for my son deepened and gave me the courage, the serenity, the love for others, and the certain knowledge of eternal life with God that enabled me to face life and death with peace and love in my soul.

I pour out upon you and to all those who feel my motherly love and guidance, all my love and blessings.

Your dearest friend,