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HAVING BEEN RAISED a Catholic and finding I could
not bear it any longer, I left Christianity 30 years ago and converted
to Judaism where I was sent to Hebrew school. I was unable to find
what I sought there either - perhaps because I found Jehovah frighte On September 11, 1988, exactly thirteen years before America's darkest day, and eighteen years before the Gospel of Judas surfaced, I had my own darkest day and it included a diagnosis of cancer. I went to bed that night with no spiritual place to hide. The sun set on that day, marking its end, and at approximately 4 A.M. the following morning, a new sun rose when I was awakened by a bright light shining on me. I opened my eyes to see a large sphere of light floating in my room. A man's voice came from the sphere. "You're not afraid are you?" he whispered. There were unusual properties about this light swirling in the sphere, and I began feeling exceptionally well. The light seemed to be passing through me and correcting things. "No," I replied, "I'm not afraid." "Good," he said. "None of this is meant to frighten you."
He talked for a long time on that night, but I was unable to see the
man standing there for most of that visit. He asked me if I Before he left, he told me that my cancer would be healed and that I needed fish. The sphere of light surrounded him again, and the light swirled as though blown by winds from within and a huge eye came across the surface of the sphere. I blurted out, "I know what you look like, you look like Jupiter. Is that where you are from?" "Something wonderful is going to happen," he said, a line that is from "2010: Odyssey Two," based on Arthur C. Clarke's novel about Jupiter. "Find out all you can about the Tenth Moon of Jupiter."
I was unable to find out much about the Tenth Moon of Jupiter, other
than it was said to be a "perfect sphere" by the astrophysicist
I contacted. Two years ago, I would learn through Robert Temple's
book, The Sirius Mystery that a tribe in Timbuktu known as
the Dogon, claims to have been visited by fish gods many years ago.
These gods arrived and left in a craft and gave them gifts of grain.
The visitors took the time to explain from where they had come - tha For over eight months, the man from the sphere of light that looked like Jupiter returned here regularly as a healer and teacher. I was healed of the cancer and also suddenly appeared younger than usual, with dark auburn pigment returning to my hair. On many of his visits, small white stones materialized and fell on the floor, many of which I still have. Three were examined in a laboratory and found to be calcium carbonate - limestone - formed from calcite crystals. I do not know what their function is other than possibly to have served as affirmation that this was and is all really happening, and could not be dismissed as "temporal lobe epilepsy," etc. Or, it could be that there is something about limestone that awaits our discovery. The pyramids were once covered with limestone. On one occasion almost eighteen years ago, he came here to tell me a love story about Judas. It was a stunning story that I had never heard before, and I told him I was anxious to tell people about this. He said I would be unable to recollect the full story, although he did allow me to recall a part of it - the part in which he explained that we did not have all of the facts about Judas, and that it is never appropriate to judge anyone, in particular Judas, when one does not have all the facts. On another visit, he asked me why we were constantly searching for the "holy grail" and why we were digging for it in the dust. I told him it might have been a valuable cup, and he said, "Oh, then it is a container?" I answered that it was. He said, "If you wish to find such a cup, then look into one another's eyes." In May of 1989, encouraged by a priest, I asked him his identity. He revealed it to me. I was disturbed and astonished. Dumbfounded might better describe the state I was in. But, when I came to terms with this I asked him to take me with him. He said he could not do so at that time, and he had something to ask of me. I suspected it might be a request to keep all of this quiet, and I was more than happy to oblige, but I was wrong. "Tell others everything you have seen and heard," he said. "What?" I was disturbed and astonished again. "Tell others," he said, smiling. "But no one is going to believe this," I protested. He explained that I was not being asked to convince people, but merely to tell them what I had witnessed and what I have heard. I did as he asked. I told people. Then, in 2001, thirteen years after first meeting him, and five years before the Gospel of Judas would come out, my book about this strange and ongoing encounter was published by Hampton Roads. I called my manuscript Love Song, because I had been shown that there is an ancient song of love that is singing in our DNA, but we have not been told about it. It is where God is singing, and it is the root of our identity. He told me to send my manuscript to Hampton Roads, specifically "to the person named Eagle." I sent it to the wrong person and then was contacted by the appropriate editor who stated she had my work in her possession and desired to be the editor. I thanked her, but told her that I had been instructed to place the manuscript into the hands of "the person named Eagle." She wrote back and said, "Dear Mary - My last name: in German it means Eagle. Have a nice day, Pat Adler."
She hand-carried the manuscript to the publisher and stood at his
door until he picked it up and began reading it. The book's title
was subsequently changed to The Love Song of the In early 2001, several months before the book came out, the man from the shining sphere began talking about human rights and civil liberties on each of his visits here. This was new. I was scheduled to begin speaking on radio programs that year to discuss his book, and I was asked by radio hosts what his most recent messages were. "He keeps telling me to 'study the Constitution' for some reason," I would reply again and again while on the air and also while giving talks to groups of people. I urged all who were listening to read the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, knowing that for many it would be the first time they had ever looked at these exquisite documents that were created in mystery. The book was scheduled to come out in May. On September 11, 2001, thirteen years after my own darkest day, America had her darkest day. We would learn shortly after 9/11 about the "P.a.t.r.i.o.t. Act" - a burdensome, anti-rights bill that was pushed through Congress, unread. A number of us finally understood the reason why we had been told to "study the Constitution." On the morning of September 11, as I stood in my office watching the television in horror, he appeared and stood next to me. His hair was short on this day. He was not appearing as himself. He was covered with dust and wearing a grey jogging outfit and black athletic shoes with dark blue trim on them. I knew where he had been. He had been walking among the victims and comforting people. Not one of those who saw him, worked next to him, or were touched by him would suspect a thing. He would have simply been a mysterious stranger as he has been on so many other occasions. "How could this have happened to us?" I asked him on that awful morning. He did not answer my question, but instead he shook his head as though in disbelief while watching the events unfolding on the television and he said, "Tell them not to retaliate." It was my turn to shake my head. "No," I said, "I can't say that. Someone's going to have hell to pay for this one." He turned and looked at me. "You are going to have a very difficult time determining who was actually responsible for this," he said. "You do not have all of the facts. Tell them not to retaliate. Do not to harm the innocent." And then, he left. I have wondered if he was there with Father Mychal, the first to officially die on that morning, and then if he was there with the others whose names we do not know. I learned later that Father Mychal had been a close personal friend of my editor, Pat, for many years.
I was already scheduled to speak on another radio program when 9/1 In one of his more recent visits here, he revealed that he has been manifesting completely in the flesh throughout the entire time I have known him - eighteen years - similar to the way he did on 9/11, and I simply never knew when he was standing right next to me. Not always appearing as himself, he frequently appears as a black man, sometimes wearing a baseball hat. I have personally sat next to him on a bus as he drank coffee in full view of everyone and no one, including myself, suspected a thing at the time. As I complete this paper, it is the month of May again - the anniversary of the month in which I first learned his identity, and now the month when I first learned about the Gospel of Judas. I learned of it from readers of my book, who saw that the gospel was providing affirmation for what I had written years earlier. This is also the month in which my publisher, Hampton Roads, sold the last copy of Love Song. As of May 31, 2006, the publisher has no more copies left. I have, therefore, nothing to sell. I have only a statement to make after writing all of the above. It appears that we are a prophesied generation into whose hands a profound truth has been placed. We have been called "great and holy" by a certain dignitary. This does not come without enormous responsibility. The past 2000 years have been the only years in human history when we have not had free access to the philosophies and encounters with the gods of peace. These have also been the bloodiest years in all of human history. The toll of hatred, destruction and bloodshed is beyond comprehension. In innocence and ignorance, we have unwittingly sworn allegiance to a war god. We have obediently believed what we have been told, that the war god is the only god of the universe. Now we learn that this is not true.
This is a time for us to ask many questions. What is the real reason
that the US is plundering the ancient land of Babylon at this time?
Why were the ancient writings and artifacts in the museum But those in the Vatican should have already known some of the above was in progress and moving according to a quiet and ancient plan. As soon as my book came off the press in the spring of 2001, the man whose name I am unable to pronounce visited again and told me to send the first copy of the book to the Pope. He told me to include a white stone and a message for the Pope. I wrote down his words, although I did not understand what the message meant at that time. The message was, "You have already been forgiven."
It has always been about his blood - his royal blood - but not as
depicted by Hollywood. It has not been about blood spilled for us
because we are evil sinners, but about blood and DNA that is shared
with us, given to us in the very beginning. Why else would the son
of man refer to us as his brethren and tell us that what we do to
each other we do to him? There is a message within his message that
he is the son of man. It is not a message that means we must now find
tax records to prove his birth. We will not find those. Nor do we
need As I finish this, there is something new happening on Jupiter. The large eye of Jupiter is not alone. There is another smaller swirling storm on Jupiter, and it has been called, "Red, Jr." As pointed out above, "red" in Hebrew is adam, and it means man. I will leave the translation of "Jr." to the reader. Astronomers feel that Red, Jr., will move closest to the Great Red Spot on July 4th. (7) If the truth is upon us, and it appears to have been placed in our hands, then this is a time like no other in history. It is time for those who are brave enough to do so to stand up and say that the age of war is at an end. Bring all troops of war home, forever. It is time for us to educate ourselves as though our lives depend upon it. It is time to focus on Jupiter, and the gifts given. We are no longer dust. There is a song in our DNA that has never stopped singing despite the fact that we stopped hearing it thousands of years ago. It is time to finally listen and let the truth set us free.
Click here to read last month's Part 1: The Gospel of Judas and "Barbelo". © 2006, Mary Sparrowdancer REFERENCES (1) "The
Gospel of Judas," 2006, National Geographic Society. Editors:
R. Kasser, M. Meyer, G. Wurst. Commentary: B. Ehrman. "Barbelo,"
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ning.
And so I left Judaism as well and became what I assumed was an atheist.
would
come with him so that he might show something to me, and I did so.
After accompanying him into the Light, we walked on a summit in what
I later identified as Qumran. We entered a cave where an old but beautiful
woman was waiting, and after meeting her - and with no further explanations
- I was returned to my physical body. Shortly after this, I was able
to see the man still standing in the sphere of Light. He was about
33 years old with perfect facial features. His hair was long, past
his shoulders. He did not have a beard. He was wearing what appeared
to be sun-dried linen, and he had a fragrance of negative ions, myrrh
and spices. I had no idea who he was. Being an atheist, I assumed
he was from another planet.
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they were parked in orbit around one of the larger planets in our
outer solar system. Specifically, the Dogon claim the visitors were
from "the star of the Tenth Moon." Temple interpreted this
as being Saturn.
Universe,
and when I first saw the cover of the book, I saw that there were
thirteen singular stars on it and wondered what that might mean.
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happened, and so when I went on the air, I delivered his message although
my knees were literally shaking as I said it. I knew that no one else
was making statements similar to this (yet).
s immediately
stolen? And why the bloodbath in Basra? The ancient Chaldean name
of Basra was "Perat Maishan." Al-Maisan in Arabic is "the
Shining One." Are there multidimensional portals associated with
the "gates of god?" Is the US, which is currently spearheaded
by followers of Jehovah, involved in a frantic final attempt to destroy
evidence of the eternal, Shining enemy of Jehovah? Could it be that
there is something other than WMD and oil the US government is desperately
searching for in order to forestall the arrival of a long-awaited
coming? Is this why the heads of state keep meeting at the Vatican? 
to try and track down rare offspring so that we might gaze at
in awe. The message is that if he is the son of man, then all of man
is the son of god.