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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,
Mary
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,
Mary
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