I don't believe any mortal or god or angel has
ever had it so good, or ever will. I am so blessed beyond measure, all I
can do is repeat time after time, this can't be fair! Why such an
abundance for me while everyone else goes practically without such
treasures of the soul, mind and heart, and those few who have a hint of what I am being given,
are losing what they have had until now! All while what I am being given,
grows and increases exponentially!
How true! how true! No one has an innate clue about what really goes on inside the head, in the mind, of someone else or even an animal of whatever kind, an insect, a headless tree, a shrub, a plant, a colony of ants, the bees, or a colony of microbes!
Until today, the vast majority of mankind and women, believe in angels
and demons and the spirits of the deceased and yet unborn. There is belief
in a Hierarchy of Gods, agents of chaos and order, orchestrating the affairs of the living and the dead. Men and
women who come and go, generation after generation in every nation and
country, people swelling up from a minute zygote, full of passions and
hungers and thirsts, having youth and power and the intelligence and
skills needed in the acquiring of properties and wealth and other assets
less tangible, like reputation and fame and public acclaim, and then with time their
bodies grow old and thin, their strength recedes as does the color from
their hair and skin, for some the mind too begins to dwindle away with
their muscles, finally all they have accumulated is left behind to
others, and the dying depart. Who can say what and with what, one leaves this world of living in flesh, who can say with the certainty of
experience, if anything at all lives on, lives without the flesh and skin such as we are clothed in?
What is real?
A man, let's say I, am Closing my eyes. I see a buxom beautiful Oriental
beauty dressed in blue and red silks, adorned with jewellery that
looks so much more precious for her letting it's facets of multi colored
gems, shine like glowing shadows thus emphasizing the radiance of her skin,
her flesh is flashing and fast blushing with rekindled ancient passion towards me,
Her God and King as I Am, Vishnu!
I see her and she looks at me straight
in the eye, and then her glance slowly drops to my midriff and within
me a blue lotus flower emerges and spins wildly around and around, it's
petals of soft blues and pinks caressing everything alive around me,
within the radius of my mind and the sight of my inner eye. I don't lie,
this is what I see, every time I close my eyes, and she only grows more
and more radiant and her eyes are doves, full of the purist of resplendent blue enhancing
love, flow
ing out at me like liquid rainbows, pour
ing gold I never
asked for and don't want, into my soul.
It is absolutely clear to me that she is real and here for no reason
other than to serve my needs and passions to make everything ever better, better for every one else and only then, for my self. She says, "You must come first because you would be
last! You must grow greater than all others for you would be the least.
You must grow wiser than all others, for you have chosen the path of
the perfect fool and have left your life behind you with all you had acquired, to chaise a phantom and
realize a daydream for everyone's benefit more than your own!"
Just because you can't see her or hear her whisper into my mind, does
that mean she is not real? To me she is far more real than you, or you
too, or anyone or anything else I have ever seen. She can touch my heart
with her breath! She blows away sadness, like dark morning clouds
gently torn to shreds by rays of sunlight and desert winds.
This is what she says with a spectrum of colored radiance that lights up
the insides of my heart, inside me all filling up and spreading out,
lost myself in the Divine Kingdom of Many Mansions in my mind, now become a Gallery of Glorious Art! " King
Jonathan, I know you despise being The Corporeal King of The Universe and refuse
to be called by that title or have such an illustrious name as will be yours. But there
is really nothing you can do to prevent the sun from rising on your
skin, day after day, forever and a day. I bring you such materiel wealth
as cannot be counted, always more than sufficient to fulfill your needs
and take care of all those in your family of man, those you would love and call, "My Family!". For you say, there is
no other way to love. All are first of kin, no one with blemish or sin,
despite and whatever they have thought and said and done in the past.
By your Prayers, Jonathan Michael Robbins, The sins of all mankind and
each man and woman, are to be forgiven the instant they have their first
Epiphany of Insight realizing who you are and what you have come here
to share, and what to teach, what to do and to do what- to whom. They
are cleared of all evil consequences for anything what so ever done in
the past, forgiven without repentance or any needs for amends, cleaned
from sins against you or anyone or anything else at all. All sins are
forgiven for all of mankind, whatever these sins have been, without
exception. Immaculate Conception for everyone that has a moment's
realization that you are all you say you are, what you are in truth and
in intent, and what be your deepest desires for the purpose for life!"
I first saw Lakshmi step down from a cloud, eleven years ago to the
day. A whole theater of The Messiah Opera had opened up within the borders of my
mind. Ancient Kings and Voluptuous Queens, Advisory Servants and Servile Slaves, Prophets and High Priests, all the famous Artists of All times, all these and angels and fairies and Aliens from inner space had come alive within my mind, to celebrate with me or come alive in my mind, only to destroy The Messiah of The Jews.
I was sitting on a wave breaker, a steadfast rock over the ocean,
a short distance from the beaches of Tel Aviv. It was a balmy late
afternoon Autumn day, and the first significant rain of the winter
season would soon come as heavy droplets of life giving waters, waters
that wash away the summer's dust, accumulated in the corners of the
roundness of my heart. I saw her shapely leg, from thigh to sandal, her
body wrapped in a radiant blue sari, her eyes as soft and loving as any I
had ever seen look at any man, as she stepped from her Goddess's Throne
in the Heavens, to serve me as my My Mother Who is My Wife, My Wife Who is All Life's Handmaiden.
At the time I would have been diagnosed as clinically insane by any
modern professional in the field of mental health. I saw visions, more
beautiful than anything previously seen by me on drugs or without. I
heard voices of all kinds, come berating me and mocking my values and
attempts at morality, others seductive and flattering, sweet voices of pleasure giving luminous female angels and a multitude of glorious feminine
fairies, each adorned with uniquely evocative and shimmering wings,
gowned in resplendent shimmering cloths, some translucent and some
opaque, some of silk and some of lace. Always of different hair styles,
with jewel pins and mother of pearl hairdo accessories.
Does my seeing something sublimely extraordinary, ineffably beautiful
and exotically enticing, something other's can't see, does that make me
insane? Is what I see unreal because others don't see what I do? I
constantly, incessantly say out into the empty space in all directions
surrounding me, "Let all mankind see what I can see, and surely that would put an
end to war, and insanity would disappear as no more than a very bad
idea, an idea made from the fears of those who can't see reality much
better with their eyes closed!"
But always a voice sounds out wisdom in my mind, "No, Jonathan, you know
very well that it doesn't work like that! They will all have to make
the kind of choices you have made, the choice not to be afraid of the
void and not to try to avoid the consequences of whatever you have
already done or said or thought or felt, any act that has impacted life in others, by making
it less joyful- and hence diminish hope and faith as such still exist in the world."
All is forgiven at once, for one and for all, but only once. From the moment after the Epiphany Of Realized Recognition and forgiveness without contrition, accounts are opened and credits and debts are kept record of, with complete and full consequences for every occasion an unkind thought is spoken and presented as a fact, or becomes any kind of act!
And so My Mommy and My Daddy have come to me together, wrapped around each other,
ever copulating, moving in and out of each other's orifices, radiating
all the lights of the colorful spectrum of the their single mind, soft
and then intense and then soft again, and then gone dark in a twisting
funnel that narrows down into itself becoming a tiny very little pitch
black hole, a deep and most distant invisible star, vacuuming black and
radiating only the tiniest of the tiniest of hazy dots, little vortex
holes, suctioning in all that surrounds them, thus obliterating into
radiant dust soon extinguished, all disappearing, all but the finest of
all that would be called, sublimely divine. I begin to shine from
within, emanating sparkling waves of momentous bliss, moments which are
forever flown out wards, blown out with my heart beats, emanating in
ever growing spheres of gratitude and adoration for these experiences,
the touches and caresses of angels, of being loved so deeply and so
completely by My Creator, Mommy And Daddy have a confession to make. But
first some advice!
"Listen Son and Be Still! Calm yourself within and Know Silence! Now
listen once again, you will surrender and submit yourself before one and
all as does the dust of the earth beneath both the military boot and
the barefoot cushioned toes of that playful blue eyed and so
voluptuously shaped blond virgin, with the budding breasts, gathering
flowers from fragrant gardens beneath her bedroom's balcony, you will
offer your self up as the slave and servant and genie of all who would
have you be supplicated, so as to make their wishes come true.
That is what you will do. Make everyone's wishes come true, exactly
but 11 times better than all they could have, whatever they desire to
come to be, so it shall be seen, with your prayers for one and all-
being the only prayers ever to be heard by Your Creator, for eight years
and One Day.
In The Beginning all over again! This is how you will win them over to
The Light That Turns On From Within, Within The Purified Heart of
Lucifer, The King of The Universe!"
And then they made their confession to Me, "Son, we are not really your
Creator God, no, not at all. We have adopted you and We are merely two
ancient souls come together in Eternal Matrimony, wrapped up together in
one mind and of single heart, we dance and whisper melodic poetry
into each other's ears, imagine colorful mirages of breezy sensations,
all with gentle whispers that cause the inner most chambers of the heart
to quiver and melt in ecstasy!
We are Abraham and Sarah and You Are Going To Laugh and Laugh and Laugh
once again, with such Mirth, that all that lives will break forth in
Pouring Downpours of The Psalms of Gratitude= And The Songs of Thanksgiving!
Hallelujah!
Our Creator is Singular, We Are All as One!"
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