The Milta (Miltha) is the Answer to the Question, "What is a Jesus?"

You may have heard Andraé Crouch's song, "Jesus is the Answer." I ask the question, "What is a Jesus?" According to Saint John in the Aramaic version of John 1:1 (Aramaic being the language Jesus and all native Judeans actually spoke), Jesus is the Milta (Miltha):

"In the beginning [of creation] there was the Manifestation* (Milta); And that Manifestation (Milta) was with God; and God was [the embodiment of] that Manifestation (Milta)" (John 1:1 per Victor Alexander, footnote incorporated).

In the digital version of his translation of the Gospel According to John, Alexander's footnote on the word Manifestation* reads: "1:1 'Milta,' in Aramaic: the essential connotation for a person or thing. There is no true English equivalent for this concept."

In the print version of his translation (Alexander, Victor. 2012. Aramaic New Testament: Translation of the Ancient Aramaic Scriptures directly into English), Alexander expands his note: "1:1 [All instances] Literal Aramaic word retained: 'Manifestation.' 'Milta,' is an Aramaic word that has been set aside for only sacred use. Only the Messiah Eashoa is ever to be called the Milta. Grammatically, 'Milta' means the essential connotation for a person or thing. There is no true English equivalent for this word."

Okay, so what is an Eashoa (pronounced E-sho, see Alexander's note on Matthew 1:25)? Eashoa means "Life-giver." The Milta--the Manifestation or Essential Connotation of God that John is talking about in His text about Messiah Eashoa, is the Giver of LIFE.

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (10) The World Is Mental

From Letters For A Sister.

I had to wonder, "What is a Jesus?" Whatever 'Jesus' is, it is monitoring our lives, thoughts and the intents of our hearts 24/7, from inside our brains. According to John 1:1, Jesus is the Milta (Miltha), the Manifestation of God, the Consciousness of the Ineffable Being. As God's Manifestation, the Milta is ruling and directing all universes, guiding Its own development to completion in and through them. The Consciousness becomes what It believes it is, as do we. I conclude that what we call Jesus is a certain quality, the essential connotation of the field of Consciousness of the Ineffable Being we call "God." The Milta is all of God that we are ever going to know, and we can only know Him because we are of the same stuff; HIS stuff, which is No-thing-becoming-Thing. And He does this by imagining. I.e., EVERY. THING. IS. MENTAL.

Yes, I know that isn't exactly clear. But my point is that while this world is a group project we are participating in, we create our own individual worlds by whatever we think/assume/believe to be true. Of course we would not think that we have a cancer, thus causing one, but we do assume that it is a possibility, and thus leave ourselves open to it and every other ill happening. That is because we do not know and believe all that God has said, causing us to create WORLDS WITHOUT GOD. I cannot go into all the details now, but the Bible is very clear that what we think becomes our reality, and that the alternative to the world we've created is to think something else. That is pretty much what prayer is, the ASSUMPTION WITH GOD of an alternative reality unto its becoming.

"Unto its becoming." You see, Jesus being the Milta is better that His being the Word, as it is in the Greek translation of the Aramaic. A thing's "word" is its idea, its meaning. That is abstract, subjective, outer-spacie. A milta is the essential connotation of a thing IN MANIFESTATION, THE IDEA UNTO THE ACT OF SUBSTANTIVE OBJECTIVITY. It has a completion (like water becoming wine, symbolic of the water for cleansing becoming the literal blood of a red heifer; i.e., the real thing is here).

Where I get My News From: Jesus Intervenes Revisited

From Letters For A Sister.

One of my sisters asks where I get my news from. Where I get my news from is an interesting question, because it really isn't from the "media." I get my view of the news from experiences I have had. I read and hear the news we are given through a filter of understanding, and I go with THAT. Let me explain. (This is going to review a lot of what I wrote in "Jesus Intervenes" (https://lettersforasister.blogspot.com/2024/09/dear-lauri-my-80-papers-2.html).

Remember 631 Third Avenue (I'm speaking to my sister here)? I didn't have very many friends there, as there were few kids my age to play with. It was a pretty boring and lonely place. I spent a lot of my free time sitting on the barstool next to the little AM radio, searching KFWB, KRLA, and KHJ for rock and roll music to listen to. Mom took me to church on Sundays, and had me join the Methodist Youth Fellowship to give me some social experience. I even joined the church. I got into the Beatles and Rolling Stones when they came out. About that time Dylan was a big thing, and the Maharishi, Eastern religions moved to America in a big way, and my high school friends gravitated towards drinking and pot and spiritualism/the occult. It wasn't just about dancing and partying anymore.

I experimented with the Ouija board, learned about meditation, Zen, and Tantra, devoured the Whole Earth Catalogue, and while I wasn't a hippie, I sure was in San Francisco with the kids looking for them. Let's flip forward to 1975, when I was in Honolulu. I was living in the back of my 1959 Chevy Fleetside pickup in the Ala Wai Harbor, listening to Crosby, Stills and Nash, and trying to figure out the meaning of Dylan songs. I haunted the local bookstores, reading everything I could about chakras, mysticism, and the Sufis. I took a class on dream analysis at the metaphysical bookstore, and signed up for their meditation class.

I was making some progress, some interesting phenomena were happening, and then came the possession exercise. They didn't call it that, but I figure that is what it really was. In meditation, we went down to our imagined workshops, formed a door in the wall, and opened the door to whatever was outside of our mind. The idea was that an ascended master spirit-being would come in to teach us the spiritual arts, mano-y-mano. I looked out my door, and it was all dark. Then in the distance, I saw a ramp, and descending it a man. It was Jesus, who was coming to teach me the things he had discovered of the spirit and had taught his disciples. There were some other suggestions I heard, like it had been unspiritual clerics who wanted to control the people who had lost the spiritual secrets the church was for, and it was because I was an earnest seeker like his disciples that he was coming to instruct me personally, etc., etc.

Then, as the bearded, robed, and sashed figure got closer to me, and I gazed upon his appearance, all of a sudden I could see through the light that was emanating from him. The light was a façade; he was all darkness within. Those words--"all darkness within"--came to my mind, and immediately I knew that something wasn't right. I realized that this was a deceiving spirit. The devil also knew that I knew, and gave me a deer-in-the-headlights, "Well, this is awkward" look. I closed the door.

I had immediate multilevel epiphanies:

a) this demonic spirit had been influencing me toward this moment for YEARS; I had been being cultivated.

b) he hadn't wanted me to see his real nature, but he had no power to stop the one who had exposed him.

c) the spirit had to influence me from the outside, because it had less authority than I had. It couldn't get in me unless I lowered my authority to it, which I was just about to do.

d) the one who had opened my mind's eyes did not need my permission to act upon my mind; he was of higher authority than I.

e) the one greater than the spirit and me had been USING the spirit to cultivate me for his own purposes. He had been monitoring us, the deceiving spirit and me, all along. He had chosen this moment, my being matured to this point, to harvest me.

I was quite out of the meditation when we got up to leave. I rode my bike right to my truck and opened the old King James Bible mom had given me. I looked up 'deceive' in the concordance, and found Revelation 12:9, "And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him." The passage goes on (verses 10-12): "And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time."

Oops! That stuff is REAL. There is a real God, a real Christ, a real Devil, and real deception over the whole world. THIS world is, unbeknown to us, THAT world. Though defeated, the Devil never gives up, and what Revelation says is happening . . . is.

THAT is where I get my news. I know this is a-world-without-God God is trying to make into a world that is His perfect Manifestation. The whole world is deceived, but there is a narrow path that leads to becoming God's manifestation. The Devil is fighting it, pulling every trick, inventing every diversion he can come up with to keep us from discovering it. But we are destined to fulfill the scriptures. Well, we MIGHT be. We CAN be. There is the taking of that narrow path. Can you find it?

Donald is a dork, almost as bad a one as I am. He is stupid, and he is deceived in many ways. No body in their right mind would ever vote for him if he were not up against Hillary or Kamala. Those in my estimate and opinion--from years of studying history and of observation how the Devil works--are manifestations of The Bad Guy himself, or they are at least faithful soldiers in his army. I personally will not vote to be enslaved by the Democratic party's governance. We can only hope that if the Donald gets in, he will learn to be better.

SATAN'S GREATEST DECEPTION - Most People Believe It! Bible Study, 37 min. in

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Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (9) The Story Is Enough

From Letters For A Sister.

Regarding the Bible, I have got 49 years of studying theology, and 49 years of reflecting on apparent "reality" and the Bible. Of the two, I'd say that reflecting on the Bible and reality were the more important and fruitful undertakings. Reality comes in three forms: 1) what the Bible says is going on, 2) the reality we experience, and 3) the ontic spiritual reality.

My impression is that the spiritual ontic reality is a field of consciousness that wants to be known so that it can exist in "form" via its knowers. In the reality we experience, we are agents of this form's manifestation. Trying to pick this apart would drive us mad, as it has (reportedly) some people. Does anything really exist? Are both God and ourselves imagination? You can write books endlessly on the questions that arise; philosophies--some conflicting--complete with proof texts, and not get one inch closer to what anything is really about.

The Consciousness and Its mission are not really that complex. We are to live in a consciousness of faith, of expectation of the Consciousness being what It says It is. We are to rely on Its reliability, to be in the state that It is in, to trust and obey. All of this is to be a state of mind, an attitude that no matter might come up, the Field and the Consciousness are right, because they were first, and the Ineffable was before them.

This doesn't sound very romantic, but it is. It is a love story, a romance: we're a bride. Our husband is our maker, and he has paid EVERYTHING to win us. Even to the simplifying of all the complexities of our formation and ascension via the qualities and interactions of forces in the ontic reality, into a simple, simple story about people getting through this life and accomplishing what the Consciousness wants and its mission fulfilled. Do I believe in a "fer real" historical human Jesus Christ--Eashoa Msheekha in his language? Yes, I do. But I do not think a historical HUMAN Christ is necessary. It is the Jesus Christ QUALITY the bible story is ABOUT that matters. That spiritual-reality QUALITY created us, died for us, justified us, provides the spiritual breath's enlivening of us. WE ONLY HAVE TO BELIEVE THE STORY ABOUT THE MILTA AND IT MISSION, ITS MAN. The reality is behind Him. We believe the story, and the GOD-QUALITY accounts it as believing Him, which is where we went wrong in the first place. This puts us back where we should have been when we became humans, even a little bit better: we graduate from here as the man.

It matters that we believe, for that is the scientific adjustment of our spirit to being like the Consciousness. It is our faith that His Word is true that saves us. We do not want to pass into that world without matching its quality. That Quality is with us all the time, monitoring us 24/7 from within, influencing us, guiding us to the Life It desires for us. I'd think that for you girls/women it would be easy to accept this marriage, for that is what it really is: Someone loved you enough to die for you.

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (8) Nothing Is More Convincing Than The Guy Himself: The Eighth Sign

From Letters For A Sister.

I have to thank you for this exercise I've elected. "You never learn as much as when you're teaching," and I've been learning a lot.

I once heard a scientist say something to the effect that if he was sitting at a cafe, and the person at the next table suddenly shot up and disappeared into the sky, he would not think that he had just seen a miracle, but that he had just observed a hitherto unknown physical law in action. That is kind of where I am in my faith in God. I SEE things, I know that they are real, but I do not know exactly what they are. There could be a number of explanations, but no explanation could negate what I have seen: e.g., the person DID shoot up into the sky. One of my favorite explanations is that everything is the imagination of "God," the Consciousness of the Ineffable Being, for He is imagining us.

The Milta (Miltha) being the Ineffable's becoming the manifest form of Itself is another associated favorite, the Milta being that imagination.

The rather flat story in the Scripture being just exactly what it says is another possibility, but the language needs a lot more and better translation and a lot of explanation.

Any one of these can account for the "law" that I have seen.

The law, the "Kingdom (powers) of God," has to do with attitudes, and the scriptures seem to be illustrating, explaining that. There is a tension between the symbolic value of the stories and the ontic realities, the forces they illustrate. My point is that the ontic is ontic, i.e., "fer real." And while believing the stories may be enough, there is no reason the forces of the Kingdom could not become the real characters of their story to DO what they said they were going to do. God is big enough to do that. Whether He did or not, I don't know - I wasn't there, but I believe the Milta DID imagine Itself Jesus Christ and literally DID what He said He was going to do through Christ, which was to fulfill God's promises. Those Old Testament promises are the "glad tidings" we are to believe, and our belief seems to be what activates the law.

(Ah, I'm finally getting around to what I wanted to talk about.) I mentioned my friend seminary Janet, who got caught up emotionally to heaven, and was healed of tuberculosis. She entered the pattern of the law's operation, which is to believe God and to humble oneself in submission to God. Taken to the extreme, God responds by killing, as it were, the life or spirit of whatever is wrong with that person. Something had caused my left arm to be stunted. The life of that fault died, and my arm grew out t its proper length. Janet was afflicted with the life of a germ. She ascended to the presence of god, and the life of that germ died, and she was healed. A boy was in epileptic convulsions, his father asked Jesus if He could help. The spirit giving life to epilepsy was cast out--died--and the boy was healed. My back was severely injured in Honolulu. I recovered enough to get back to Walnut, where I asked Vern and Dio to pray for my back. I remember Vern saying, "Lord, let my hands be Your hands." He laid them on my back, and my back was healed.

I am a big fan of T. L. Osborn. He was a failed missionary, and he wanted desperately to find out how to succeed at leading people to Christ. He wanted so desperately that, at six o'clock one morning, Jesus walked into his bedroom. In the air. T. L. saw the concrete person, standing in transparent glory. Do I believe it? Yes, I do, because a) I have known T. L. Osborn. Pretty much the only message he preached for seventy years was: the Jesus then is the same Jesus now. And b) if Jesus could transcendently speak tome physically, why couldn't He physically respond to Osborn's ATTITUDE? The life of whatever failing was in T. L. must have died, because there has never been another missionary like him. Having SEEN Jesus alive, Tommy acted with purpose, driven by what he KNEW, that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and for ever: our resurrected Savior. He is the manifestation of the Law that the Consciousness of the Ineffable is: every thing is set right as the Ineffable in form.

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (7) On Time

From Letters For A Sister.

I am not sure how to figure this one; it's probably the last one I'll write to you for awhile. No, I'll probably report T. L. Osborn's experience to you in a short while. But this experience I had was weird. In 1988 and 1989 I lived in Hacienda Heights, right at the very northern edge, by the railroad tracks. I was working at the McDonnell Douglas plant in Long Beach, at Lakewood Blvd. and Conant Street. It was 25 miles from my home to the factory.

All I remember now is that I woke up one morning and saw that the minute hand was at 40 after the hour. Not a biggie. The clock was ten minutes fast, so I had about half an hour to get to work. Not that I was going to make it; I was going to be tardy. Give me at least five minutes to brush my teeth, get dressed, and into the car. Then I'd still have twenty-five minutes to drive to from home to work, and get from the parking lot to a clock across Lakewood Blvd. to punch in.

Still, not a biggie. I hadn't been tardy for a long time, and it took at least three tardies before they'd fire you. First you'd get a warning, then you'd get a counselling, then they'd fire you. Interestingly, being tardy more than three times was the only violation for which the union could NOT get you back onto the job. Once you were fired for being tardy, you were out PERMANENTLY. I know guys who had literally stabbed their supervisors, and they had still been returned to work. But tardy? Then it was good bye forever.

Anyway, I still had twenty-five miles to drive, and the freeway was traveling slow. It was nearly bumper-to-bumper, and I was frequently seeing thirty-five on my speedometer. I know it picked up sometimes, but I had miles to drive on surface streets, too. So I plugged along. Hmm. I still had fifteen minutes on my car's clock, which I kept accurate. I hit the surface streets; miles to go on Carson, but I still had five minutes. I found a parking space waaay out there in the Conant lot, but still had a minute. I ran to Lakewood, crossed the parking lot across the street, and punched in just in time.

The thing is, I just couldn't do that in half an hour. I didn't have times or spaces where I could speed up to catch up to where I should be. I was up late, the traffic was slow, and conditions just did not allow for the distance to be covered in half an hour. And yet I was on time. It was super weird to me (but I appreciated it!).

Danny

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (6) My TB Didn't Go With Her TB

From Letters For A Sister.

While I studied at Melodyland, I became friends with Janet, a neighboring student in the apartment complex. I think she was a bit younger, a very nice Pentecostal Jewish girl. We had some classes together, and she would sometimes invite me to share lunch with her at Belle Isle restaurant down the street. Then word came from the school that she had contracted tuberculosis, and we all had to get tested. I came up positive. To kill the TB germ in my body, I had to take a prescribed medicine once every day for half a year. Janet, of course, could not attend classes while sick.

Janet loved God like no one I have ever known. She stopped me one afternoon just outside the laundry, which was just across the walkway from her apartment. "Dan," she gasped. "I've got to tell you. I was worshipping in my private devotions, and I was so caught up in them, in the Lord, that I seemed to be in heaven itself. I mean He was right before me, and I was exalting Him, praising and worshiping Him. I felt I wasn't on the earth anymore, and then I heard, 'You are healed.' I felt it. I went to my doctor for another chest x-ray, and the hole in my lung is filling in. I am healed. I don't have tuberculosis anymore!"

But I did! And I had to take my tuberculosis medicine every day for all of that half-year.

Danny

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (5) I WATCHED It; Jim WATCHED It

From Letters For A Sister.

During junior high and high school, I went with Mom to Saint Matthews' Sunday morning services. It wasn't unusual for me to wear a long-sleeved shirt, suit, and tie. I mainly went to please Mom, get a donut after the service, and to have some social life. Third Avenue didn't provide  much social grouping (and by the way, the United Methodist Church is considered to be an apostate church nowadays). The long sleeves at church always bugged me: tight on one side, loose on the other. I figured that the cheap shirts were poorly made.

After I became a Christian in the 1970s, I attended Melodyland Christian Centers' services. Being a Pentecostal sort of church, they hosted an annual Charismatic clinic during the summer. One night, a healing evangelist named Charles Hunter was speaking, and he had everyone in the audience, about two thousand people, stretch out their arms and/or legs to compare them. My left arm was about 5/8 of an inch or more shorter than my right arm. Dang; it wasn't the shirts that were poorly made; it was me.

Anyway, Charles asked us to hold still, and he asked Jesus to make our limbs as long as they were supposed to be. I held very still, and I watched as my left fingertips grew out to match my right fingertips. I WATCHED them grow out. I didn't move, did not adjust; it was just me frozen, and out they grew. And my arms are STILL the same length, so I wasn't hypnotized or anything like that.

Jim? Jim Spillman was an associate pastor at Melodyland. He left to start his own church, Omega Fellowship, in another city. I visited and supported that church for awhile. We talked about some of the things he had experienced during his time at Melodyland, as he had participated in many of their healing services. He said the biggest shocker to him was when he had been asked to pray for a young woman who was blind in one eye. He dutifully prayed for her, and asked her to remove the gauze patch that was over her eye, so she could see her vision restored. He said he was shocked to see a dry socket where her eye should have been. "They didn't warn me. I wasn't prepared for that," he said. He braced himself, trying to put on a brave face for what obviously wasn't going to work. But as he looked at the woman, he saw an eyeball forming in the back of her dry socket. He WATCHED it grow into its place. She was healed, just as he had asked and, apparently as she had believed. "I'm not afraid to pray for anything, anymore."

Watching my fingertips move to match the other hand is a biggie for me. The experiences of Jesus intervening in a spiritual deception, being baptized in the Holy Ghost, and watching Jesus be crucified were in my imagination. Though they were "other" for me, you and many others would discount such events as hallucinations and/or the influence of stress-induced hormones. It isn't like I am not aware of those things. But my fingers are out there, free of stress and delusion. I don't know how Jesus did it, or even if it was Jesus who did it, but whoever or whatever did it did it at the exact moment Jesus was asked to do it, and it was done. Obviously, SOMEBODY wants me to believe in Jesus, and whoever it is has got a step up on me.

Danny

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (4) Jesus Vision Speaks

From Letters For A Sister.

I mentioned earlier that some "Christians" deconvert from Christianity because they have no evidence that Jesus ever actually lived. I have no evidence that He lived two thousand years ago, either. I have evidence that He lives NOW, and I believe that He has lived in humans as long as there has been any.

The thing is: He is displayed in His ACTIONS. We don't recognize and acknowledge them, but all life is His working (He is qualities in the Field). Sometime after I was baptized in the Holy Spirit (the "Breath" of God), during a Sunday morning service at the House of Praise, the pastor asked us to share what God or Jesus (I don't remember which term he used) had done for us during the week. I couldn't think of a specific thing that stuck out (though I knew there was something - I just couldn't or wouldn't articulate it), and apparently neither could or would anyone else. Rod, the Pastor, rebuked us, saying we should always be ready to give an account/ share what God was doing in our lives. He told us to be quiet and think about what it was that Jesus had done for us.

I closed my eyes, and in my mind's eye I saw Jesus, which I now know as the Milta, being tethered between posts, or to a post, by Roman soldiers. They were going to scourge Him. And they did scourge Him with a cat-o-nine tails until His back was torn up as hamburger. I watched as they put the cross on His back to carry, and as He hauled it down the paved path. He passed out, going into shock from the pain. He was dying. They gave the cross to another man to haul, for they had to keep Jesus alive long enough to kill him. All the while, I was mentally reaching out, desperate to trade places with Him. "It was MY sin!" I mentally screamed. "It should be ME being crucified. The punishment deserved is MINE!" Almost like a voice heard, I saw that I couldn't pay for my own sin, because if I died I would simply be dead. For the wages of sin is death. I'd just be eternally dead. But Jesus Christ could pay for them, because he had no sin, up to and including doing this act in obedience, for His honor of and love of God. Jesus was doing this for the joy of winning the right to forgive me. He was going through all this for ME, for the joy that would be His, because HE BELIEVED THE PROMISE OF GOD: "You will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful (or holy) one see decay" (Psalm 16:10). Talk about confidence!

They got to Golgotha, laid the head of the cross on a stone, and made Jesus to lie on that rough-sawn timber on His torn-up back. I know you have been to church, and that you are familiar with the story. But here comes a twist: I am in my imagination looking at Jesus from his right side. The soldiers stretched out His right arm and put a stake to it to fasten it to the cross. As the soldier lifted his mallet, Jesus turned His face to me and said, "Come unto Me." But not in my imagination. I heard it physically, in the auditory nerves of my brain. Not through the right or left ear, but transcendently from Him into my brain. It wasn't any voice of my imagination; it was full and strong and pointed directly at me. I thought: A) that is a really good trick; and B) I don't know how to get there. You are in heaven, and I can't fly. I've got no road that goes up there. I don't know how to get to where You are.

Did I mention to you that I am dumb? Christ Jesus is IN us. "I will never leave you, nor forsake you." "Lo, I am with you alway." "Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves how that Jesus Christ is IN you, except ye be reprobates?" (2 Corinthians 13:5). It was from within me that I heard a real, literal voice. Jesus is ALWAYS monitoring our thoughts, because He is in our BRAINS. And He can talk, too.

Danny

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (1a: The First Snail-Mail Introduction Letter About Theology, Edited a Bit)

From Letters For A Sister.

This is the second page I wrote to you:

I know I need to explain my point-of-view a bit. My bag is theology, not religion. Not a lot of people subscribe to my perspective and conclusions. I have thousands of pages on my blog that pretty much all say the same thing: God is real; the world is mental. We create the worlds we live in by what we think, by what we assume to be real. That is how God creates the world, except we create worlds without God. We master our own lives, direct everything by and for ourselves. This is self-lordship, and THAT is the sin that separates us from God. It's the "I'll do it myself," in our lives that has to go.

Heaven isn't about us. Heaven is HIM. We either get patched in, or not. I do not want to proselytize you into a church; I want to proselytize you into THE Church, the Body of Christ, into a living relationship with God through Christ. They are real stuff. Think of "God" as a field of divine consciousness, and Jesus as qualities of that field.

I am just testifying to things I KNOW are true, whether we like them or not, because of the EVIDENCE I have EXPERIENCED. I am telling you stories of things that have HAPPENED to me. It is because they have really happened that I believe what I believe is real.

There is a fad right now of "Christians" posting videos about their deconverting and deconstructing from Christianity. They all say, "It turns out that there is no evidence of there ever having been a real Jesus Christ." I'm like, "Whaatt? Who cares about evidence of a Jesus who lived two thousand years ago? The Jews would have destroyed every trace of Him having been. If He was real then, His evidence of still being real is NOW. I only care about the Jesus who gives us evidence of His being Lord RIGHT NOW." And He gives me ample evidence to confirm that He is Lord in the PRESENT. That is the last verse in the Gospel of Mark: they "went preaching everywhere, God CONFIRMING THEIR WORDS". . . then and there. God's present actions IN MY LIFE are why I believe. Because of them I can say, "I KNOW Him in whom I have believed."

This is the first page I wrote to you:

The New Testament era was lived in the ancient Aramaic language. We've got the Greek translation of that living in our Bibles. I have discovered there are English translations of the Aramaic version of the Bible written by native Aramaic speakers who have learned the ancient forms of their language. The differences are as radical as you might expect. Like the difference between logos in the Greek, and milta (miltha) in the Aramaic.

Logos, as you know, means 'word', 'thought', or 'idea'--something to do with consciousness and communication. There are Hebrew wors which mean much the same.

The Milta, used by John in 1:1 in the Aramaic), is the Manifestation of the Ineffable, the non-existent-but-in-existence. The Milta is not different from the Ineffable, except for that. The Milta is not distant from the Ineffable, is not "other," is not a subset. The Milta is from and of the Ineffable; and yet It isn't, yet.

Here is what the Bible is about: the Milta, which is God, is becoming. In this there are two Miltas. One is the complete and full, absolute Manifestation of the Ineffanble the Ineffable has ASSUMED, i.e., has imagined to exist. This Milta is the mental picture the Ineffable has of Itself in perfect and complete form, which It will become. The Ineffable, though, thoroughly believes--assumes--the Milta to exist right now as a done deal. The No-thing believes It IS Thing-ed. In our reality, the Thing the Ineffable believes It is is working on Its becoming reality. These are all qualities of the field of consciousness "God" is--all part of the Ineffable Being.

The Milta was and is the beginning of all things. Some Jewish sages do not read Genesis 1:1 as "In the beginning," but as, "AS the Beginning, the Milta creates (note present tense) the heavens and the earth." Here's the thing: the idea of the Milta is also 'word', but includes all action unto its becoming concrete reality. Milta INCLUDES THE END. The Ineffable has assumed Its own manifestation . . .to the completion of that manifestation. I guess you could say, "It's Miltaed." Have this in mind when you read John chapter 1. In John 1:18, the Milta declares/reveals God. THAT is what this is all about.

The Ineffable and Its Milta has values, character that have developed over time. A long time. To become the end Milta, the becoming Milta has to inculcate, develop, and cultivate those same values and character in us. So here we are, in school as  it were. We are in the process of becoming what the Ineffable has assumed to already exist: THIS one is becoming THAT one. The assumed Milta is perfect; this one, not so much. We, born in ignorance (I often point out in my blog that we have been ignoranced, our consciousness of what we actually are removed), vary from being like the God. What He says to us we doubt, disbelieve. We think, "God didn't really mean what He said." After all, we like what we like, and want to do what we want to do, forgetting that we are His, and for Him. Me thinks this is "the tree which gives knowledge of good and of evil." Ignorance causes doubt and disbelief, disbelief causes unlikeness, unlikeness causes separation. Our sin, unbelief, separates us from God. We create for ourselves worlds without God.

God is a faith being. Remember assumption? Faith makes us like Him. Believing God really means what He says saves us. "Your faith has saved you." Asking Jesus to forgive us is expressing recognition of Him, honor and humility, submission to right relationship, and faith--the assumption that He both can and will forgive us. Now, it was His becoming and our being ignoranced which have caused our variance, our sin, which fault God says He took upon Himself on the cross, paying the price for our forgiveness and redeeming us. . . He says completely. This put us, as far as He is concerned, up in the end Milta, as though we had never been separated from Him or in error in any way; not just being "at" the right hand of God, but being the right hand of God itself. That is another Aramaic-ism I learned: according to their perspective, Jesus didn't sit down at the right hand of God, but AS the right hand of God. In other words, all good things come from Him. He is the essential connotation, the character of that field of the Ineffable's Consciousness which is "God."

That is about all that I wrote in my mailed letter to you. I will only note further that the Consciousness (and the Milta which is It manifest) manifests as people. It localizes and appears functionally as a Person and as myriads of people. When in Deuteronomy 6:4 it says that God is One, I believe that the message to Israel is that we--God's Prevailing (hopefully)--are included in that One!

Danny

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (3) Baptism in the Holy Spirit

From Letters For A Sister.

I went with Mom to Saint Matthews Methodist Church in Hacienda Heights for years, and was a member of their Youth Fellowship, so I wasn't completely in the dark about Jesus being the Son of God. I had absolutely no understanding of what that actually meant, of course. There's baby Jesus in the manger; there's proud Papa God sitting on His throne in heaven. I was sitting in the House of Praise, wondering how Jesus could be the Son of God. I finally resolved I didn't know HOW Jesus could be the Son of God, but He was working, acting AS God in response to His name, and the Bible says He is the Son of God (the House of Praise was a Pentecostal commune where tongues were routinely spoken and there were a LOT of miracles both seen and reported. Services were held in the living room). I decided to go with the Bible and observed reality in spite of not understanding it, and got up to confess Jesus as my lord and savior.

I stood in front of the pastor, who greeted me, but he turned to a young, slovenly attired bum of a guy sprawled carelessly across the overstuffed chair. "What about you?" he said to him. The guy pulled himself together, stood up, and then suddenly started weeping and crying . . . and then just as suddenly began, still weeping, emotionally praising God in tongues.

I felt good about having gotten up to confess Jesus, anyway.

Ralph asked me to go with him to an evening service at Grace Bible Church in Honolulu. They were having a special, Pentecostal/evangelical musical performance. After the performance, Ralph stayed behind to talk to the ministers. Raised an Italian Catholic, Ralph wanted the gift of tongues we saw constantly at the House of Praise. The ministers took Ralph over to their fellowship center to pray with him. I waited, looking at the notices in the vestibule. One of the ministers stuck his head out: "Have you spoken in tongues? Do you want to get the gift Ralph is seeking?

Yeah, well, why not? I followed the pastor into the prayer room and knelt before a folding chair. "Just give your voice, your tongue, your mouth to God for the Holy Spirit to use, and let him use it to praise God with." Not rocket science. So I did. And nothing happened. Hmm. Maybe not enough of me. So I gave God my breath, my lungs, my larynx, my lips, my volition to speak. Nothing. I gave Him my life, my future, any kids I might have in the future. Nothing. I realized I was rejected by God, that He wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole. I mean like, utterly! I started to weep and cry like that guy at the House of Praise. I didn't know why I was rejected of God. I'd given Him my life. What more could I give Him? Inside I searched, reached for the reason God rejected me.

I didn't know it, but in my despair I had slipped into a trance. I was among bushes in a wash, like the one in La Puente down at the end of Fifth Avenue. I walked along a trail, and eventually it turned into a developed, concrete wash. A concrete wall rose on the side as I progressed. Finally, the trail dead-ended at a huge concrete block. I couldn't move it. I couldn't jump high enough to haul myself up it. I thought of back-tracking to where the wall had started to rise, and coming up the other side, but I realized that the trail I was following went down underneath it. This block was like a cap. It was the thing of me I hadn't given to God. But I didn't know what it was. I searched all over it--no marks, no name. I couldn't tell what it was for which God, still, utterly rejected me. "I'd give it to you if I could," I cried. I didn't know if it was a big thing or a little thing, or of what consequence it would have in my life. I finally said, "I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, I give it to you."

In my mind's eye I saw that I was below the huge block that had blocked me. It reminded me of the workshop I had formed in my mind in the occult, but it was more like the Combat Information Center I saw in operation in the Navy. I looked, and in a muddy plain of earth a figure of a man was scooped out of the mud. It was sat on a chair, and the mud was formed into bones, muscles, sinew, vessels, organs, skin, hair, eyes. It had everything except for life, and then it was given life, too. I wondered what it thought, not having a mind until a moment ago. It stood and looked out. "This is earth. It is day, but night will come, and it will get cold. I had better find shelter in those hills over there."

Then started the weirdest adventure: the mudman started walking to the forested hills in the distance. I followed right behind him, a little above and to the left. I saw through his eyes and listened to his thoughts. Here is the thing: I became him. We fused. We searched for unoccupied caves, thought about building a fortress, finding firewood, and wondered how to tell what food was safe as we had never eaten before, etc. And in the middle of wondering if I should harvest vegetables to eat or plant for tomorrow, it struck me (it would have struck me to my knees if I hadn't been on them already): I was directing my life as though it were mine, but just a moment ago I was a lifeless mudman. I was GIVEN this life--it WASN'T mine! God GAVE me this life in His grace, and yet I had never as much as said thank you, never acknowledged that it was His, never asked for what purpose had He made me to live. Whatever His purpose was, I HAD ROBBED HIM OF IT. I was a thief, an ungrateful rebel. I had "given" to God what wasn't mine to give; He already OWNED me. I had usurped what was His all along--"rebellion as witchcraft!"

I cannot tell you the abject horror that went through me. I had received life from God, He had made me to live, and I had not honored Him in the least for it. I was desperate to rid myself of self-control. For a second, I wondered if I would fall flat on my face if I totally relinquished self-control of myself. I didn't care if I did fall. I cast self-control out of myself as one might cast out a demon, or an armful of dirty clothes onto the floor. It didn't escape my notice that I couldn't have done this without the spiritual talent I had gained in that meditation class. I'd been sent there for a reason. I didn't fall; I was caught! I thoroughly and absolutely surrendered God's life back to Him, and submitted myself for whatever purpose He had for me.

 I was kneeling beside a large fallen pine tree. We were on a clearing high in the mountains, aspen glow on the snow-capped peaks and in the clouds above. I was kneeling to pray. Though my head was bowed, I was aware that the aspen glow was giving way to the rose-colored glow of the presence of God. I said to that presence, "You are Glorious God. I am a mudman, given life by your grace. Whatever you tell me to do, that I will do." And then I shut up and listened.

I listened intently for awhile. And then I heard so faintly, "Remember this, and it is all right." It's all right! I was forgiven. God had accepted me. The gratitude I felt was immeasurable. I felt my bowels flooding with joy. I wanted to tell God how much I appreciated and loved Him, but English didn't have adequate words to express my gratitude. As the joy and adoration rose in my bowels to my mouth, my mouth began to move on its own. "Don't try to control it," I heard the pastor say. Controlling was the furthest thing from my mind!! I raised my arms in complete surrender and a torrent of praise and worship poured out of my mouth. I was speaking in tongues, a distinctly oriental language.

So there was my sin: self-lordship, and its solution: recognition, surrender, honoring submission.

Danny

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (2) Jesus Intervenes

From Letters For A Sister.

Mom would have wanted me to write you these stories. Take them as reports from your brother, for that is what they really are. I have every day thought about writing you, but I know you don't want anyone pushing religion on you. Sorry. It isn't religion I am pushing, but an actual relationship with the Living God. Not a fantasy relationship, but a real one, all sparkly and exciting. I don't go to church myself, though I would love to have some serious Christian fellowship. I just know too much about God for me to put up with the moronacy that has taken over the modern "Christian" church.

Anyway, I have started to write to you several times, and the problem is: how to write to you? At 75 years of age, my hand cramps up if I write by hand, and it isn't necessarily legible. You do not have a smart phone, e-mail, or digital messaging. I do frequently write blog posts you could read (I have well over two thousand posts on my blog, and over 573,000 views), but you can't access my web site. My regular blog is "The Becoming God," at imagicworldview.blogspot.com. This letter is going into my new blog, "Letters for a Sister," at lettersforasister.blogspot.com. My first blog was "The Lost Flocks of Jethro." Its url is thebecominggod.blogspot.com. I didn't know how to change the title of the blog to keep that url address, so I just started a new blog with imagicworldview.) My worldview is that the whole world is imagic--an image--of God, who is Himself becoming more complete in and through it. Our personally created "worlds" are His communication to us: we are either creating a world without God, or a world that manifests Him, i.e., IS Milta.

Who cares what happened thousands of years ago if it isn't happening NOW? I have written a number of times in my blog that if someone whacked you up alongside your head with a two-by-four, you'd certainly know it, and no one in the whole world could possibly convince you otherwise. Well, I've been whacked by God, and I want you to also be whacked--a person who has indisputable, personal evidence of the PRESENT DAY reality of God and of Christ's lordship. What good is a god who can't answer?

Stories:

I got interested in kindergarten occult stuff out of high school. The Beatles were introducing Eastern philosophies and religions, TM, we played with Quija boards, songwriters were on acid, the Whole Earth Catalogue, dream analysis, Edgar Cayce and Jean Dixon--you know the drill. I pursued the apparent spiritual part of me with Transcendental Meditation, and, dissatisfied with that, joined an occult meditation class in Honolulu--trying to read auras, levitate, open chakras, etc.

So there I was one morning in a meditation, opening a door I had made in my mental workshop, to allow an Ascended Master to enter my mind. Mano y mano training time! Descending a ramp in the distance was a figure, a glowing man. Could it be . . . Jesus? It was impressed upon me that this was THE Jesus of the New Testament who had learned the secrets of the spirit and had taught them privately to his disciples to teach their disciples. But unspiritual men who wanted to control society had gotten political power in the church, and being unspiritual had discounted the spiritual secrets as but legends and superstitions. It was further impressed upon me that because I was a truly sincere disciple, like His original disciples, the Ascended Master Jesus was coming to teach me--privately--the things He had learned in His life (I was as sincere as I was stupid, which is to say I was VERY sincere). I was also quite humbled and amazed.

But something was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Peering into the darkness, I watched Jesus approach my mind. He had the white robe, sash, long hair, beard--the whole nine yards. Light was emanating from him. As he got closer, in my imagination I looked at the light emanating from him itself. Suddenly, I could see through the light and into the spirit being itself. The light was just a façade, and the spirit behind it was all darkness within. TWO things immediately struck me. One: the thing that wasn't exactly kosher here was that this entity needed my permission to enter my mind, because it was of less authority than I. I was of the earth, and it was of below the earth. As a deceiving spirit, it couldn't actually enter me unless I lowered my authority to it. And two: my mind's eye had just been acted upon by someone beyond myself, enabling it to see something this "Jesus" had not wanted me to see. This entity had wanted me NOT to see that it had been tricking me for many years, but was powerless to stop the one who had just exposed it. And that one had been fully aware all this time, using the entity's work for his own advantage to cultivate some spiritual talent in me, and he was now intervening--not needing my permission, because he was of greater authority than mine--to "harvest" me for himself. Amazed and humbled, I closed the door.

I lie there thinking: spirit stuff is indeed real, BUT I'VE BEEN GOING THE WRONG WAY. My pickup truck was just a few minutes bike ride away. (For the previous year I'd been illegally living in a homemade camper shell in the Ala Wai harbor.) Although I was 25, I still had the zippered King James Bible mom had bought me when I was 7 years old. I opened it to the concordance like I knew what I was doing and found 'Deceive'. That sent me to Revelation 12:9-12:

9 And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.

10 And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.

11 And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

12 Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

Uh-oh. I'd just been whapped upside along my head with a spiritual two-by-four, and THIS STUFF IS REAL!

I could literally hit Lynn's apartment window with a well chucked rock, so I went to tell her what had happened. She had news for me. Mom had been sending her "Jesus" books, and had half the Christian world praying for us (for you, too). Lynn read the books by her taxi's dome light at night while she awaited fares. She had developed a horrible, splitting migraine that was just killing her. A mutual friend of ours, Ralph, was a Christian and was trying to console her. "Ralph," she said, as flippantly and as sarcastically as she could muster, "Jesus gave me this headache, AND HE CAN HAVE IT!" She told me, "It left. That instant. Completely. I couldn't make my head hurt. "

Ralph had taken Lynn to a Pentecostal fellowship called The House of Praise, where she confessed Jesus as her Lord and Savior (see "the power of His Christ," above). A week later, she took me.

Danny

Dear Sister: My 80 Papers (1) Second Intro to the Milta (Miltha)

I started a new blog, Letters To A Sister, but I really want what I have to say said here, too. The blog is only about 10 posts long, so I am going to transfer them over here. When you get to be about 80 years old, you know you do not have a lot of time left to do the important things that have not yet been accomplished. You get a little (or a lot) more serious, depending on the importance of what you've still got to get done before you, or they, go.

I write because I KNOW from present, personal, and historical experiences that God is real. And that He is playing hardball. This ain't no disco. I am actually frightened, because I am now convinced of the severity of things I have hitherto taken too lightly. Would a loving God cast anyone into a real hell? When Adam disobeyed God, He cast us into death, with the promise of a still greater retribution to come. When people are asked, "Are you saved?" they often respond, "Saved from what?" The answer is, "From the retribution to come."

"He will crush your head" is the promise of a Savior from that forthcoming retribution. Jesus died to save us from God's retribution upon Satan for what Satan did. Jesus knows full well how terrible will be God's recompense upon us for our rejecting Him--so terrible that as Christ He died, taking our punishment upon Himself--that we might escape from it. Satan deceived Man, and God's recompense upon Satan will be delivered by the descendent of the one who was deceived, the Son of Man, Jesus. This is recapitulation, the Son setting everything we've done wrong . . . right. His REWARD (euaggelion in Greek) for doing so is the right to forgive us and to make us His own possession . . . if we repent for real. Repent (for real), and believe in the Gospel (euaggelion in Greek).

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David Crosby of Crosby, Stills and Nash recently passed away. He made an interesting observation when he turned 80:

"Eighty years old is something you mourn, not celebrate. . . . Now I'm 80 years old, so I'm gonna die fairly soon. That's how that works. And so I’m trying really hard to crank out as much music as I possibly can, as long as it's really good… I have another one already in the can waiting."

Yes, I am only 75, but you are going on 82, so I want to communicate to you the REALITY of God being "for real" as clearly and severely as possible in the time we have left. What I want to stress is that I believe in God and Jesus Christ because of present evidence. I haven't just bought into someone's philosophy, a convincing argument, or a shared cultural assumption; I believe in Jesus Christ (as we call Him) because He DOES things here and now. Things change by His hand, now, in the present. I believe their real change means He is real, too.

I need to straighten out a misunderstanding. I say, "He does things," and you might envision a man standing in a place exerting effort or will to accomplish something somewhere else. If, when I say 'God' or 'Lord' or 'Jesus', you see in your imagination a human form, you have got the wrong God. "God" is the Consciousness of the Ineffable Being, the No-thing, the (...?). This Consciousness is the universal medium of this dimension, infinite and eternal, but in form. God is like a field of energy, but is conscious, and It IMAGINES. Its intelligence has the power to actually, literally become whatever It believes it is, and the Ineffable has believed that It EXISTS in form, that It IS manifest. We are playing catch-up in Its becoming THAT. God IS imagination, but not necessarily ours. Ours is of His.

(I am editing this in: Revelation 11:15 says something very interesting and enlightening: "And the seventh angel blew. And there were voices and thunders that declared* (spoke), 'May it come, the kingdom of the people of our Lord and his Anointed One, and may he rule to [the end of] of the universes of all the universes!'" Note the two people here: "our Lord (God, the Milta, Eashoa [Jesus])" and "his Christ." I could translate it as "the Life-giver and His Messiah." The two are one in Him, and the two are one in us. So there IS a guy. -end edit.)

When you look in Alexander's translation of John from the ancient Aramaic, you see in 1:1 the word Milta (Miltha; it's gender is feminine, by the way). Milta is "the essential connotation of a person or thing." John is saying/observing that Jesus--Eashoa, the Life-Giver in Aramaic--is the essential connotation of the Consciousness of the Ineffable; i.e., that He IS God. Jesus, the essential connotation of the Ineffable that creates the heavens and the earth, is that Milta which said, "Let there be light."

Notice the tense: He creates the heavens and the earth. How, when, where, and why? It is an ongoing thing, in and through us. WE create our worlds, which answer the question, "What am I?" "You are the result of your own self-lordship," is the answer--the unwanted fruit of rebellion: a world without God.

So let me tell you a couple of stories. They are reports, actually. For there is no make-believe or exaggeration in them. They are, or were, concrete, historical, literal, and if I could do them again, empirical. They were experienced as real.

To be continued.

Danny

Genesis 3:8 -- A Better Translation Indicates That God Was PISSED.

This isn't my next post. That is still forthcoming.

I invite you to watch and listen to this video: Genesis 3:8 Sound of the Lord Walking in the Garden "Most Mistranslated Series"

Adam and Eve desired independence from God and acted selfishly, disbelieving and rejecting God. God knew it, and He was PISSED! The story indicates that He came to confront Adam and Eve angrily, thrashing in a thunderous storm: "Where the heck do you think you're running off to?" He turned Adam and Eve over to Satan--ignorance and death--illness and suffering, pain, confusion and despair (all this living hell we're in in our worlds without God). This is God's retribution for man's rejection of the Great King. The Great King nevertheless came to earth as man and kept all the Law (don't say that it can't be done; Jesus says, "Oh, really?" - there is no excuse), AND DIED IN OUR STEAD TO SAVE US FROM HIS RETRIBUTION FOR REJECTING HIM. His retribution is so terrible that He went through it Himself to create a way for us to escape it . . . by faith in Him.

THAT is a loving and merciful God. He did that--suffered hell for us--and you, having heard of it, that He took YOUR suffering upon Himself to spare you from it, still reject Him, the eternal, infinite, all-powerful King of Kings? You still disbelieve and reject His words, His being your Lord and obeying Him? You've got more balls than you've got common sense. Go selfless, man, go selfless, before you have to face His being even more pissed off.

The Milta (Miltha) is Right, Proper, and Fitting Relationships

John 1:1 "In the beginning was the Milta." That is how the Aramaic reads. The Milta was before the beginning. The Milta is the Beginning of all things: nothing has ever come into existence without being from and of the Milta.

The Milta is the manifestation of the consciousness of the Ineffable Being we call God. The Milta is not just "like" God, He IS God manifest--not two, but one in two forms. And what do we find the Milta to be? Right relationships. Why? Because all that God is . . . is right relationships. There is no disharmony, no wrong or improper relationship within Him.

When the Milta became physically manifest in our history, He was all right relationships. All the relationships man had been wrong in, the Milta did again . . . all right. This doctrine is called recapitulation (For students of theology: Irenaeus' Recapitulation). I.e., what we have stated wrong with our lives due to ignorance and disbelief, Christ restated with His in wisdom and faith.

What are we as Christians called upon to do? Maintain all right relationships. Why? Because God manifests as people in right relationships.

Bible: Summary Analysis

As the Beginning, the Milta (Miltha, God's Manifestation) became unlike God THROUGH us.

As the Messiah, the Milta died for OUR faults.

As the End, the Milta acts TO GOD-LIKE-IFY us, to make us HIM.

The Milta is generative, God's "get it; got it; good." He made everything "good" in the beginning. Our sin separated us from cognizance of God's presence and work in us. Our worlds became bad. Hearing God's Word gives us that "oh, yeah," perception of His intention. The choice is to love Him for His forgiveness and to start a new life with Him, or hate Him to keep our own, independent way. There isn't really much of a choice in this really big choice.

The Story Is Enough

I wrote this for my sister on one of my other blogs, a personal blog for her. I think it holds true for everyone else, too.

Regarding the Bible, I have got 49 years of studying theology, and 49 years of reflecting on apparent "reality" and the Bible. Of the two, I'd say that reflecting on the Bible and reality were the more important and fruitful undertakings. Reality comes in three forms: 1) what the Bible says is going on, 2) the reality we experience, and 3) the ontic spiritual reality.

My impression is that the spiritual ontic reality is a field of consciousness that wants to be known so that it can exist in "form" via its knowers. In the reality we experience, we are agents of this form's manifestation. Trying to pick this apart would drive us mad, as it has (reportedly) some people. Does anything really exist? Are both God and ourselves imagination? You can write books endlessly on the questions that arise; philosophies--some conflicting--complete with proof texts, and not get one inch closer to what anything is really about.

The Consciousness and Its mission are not really that complex. We are to live in a consciousness of faith, of expectation of the Consciousness being what It says It is. We are to rely on Its reliability, to be in the state that It is in, to trust and obey. All of this is to be a state of mind, an attitude that no matter might come up, the Field and the Consciousness are right, because they were first, and the Ineffable was before them.

This doesn't sound very romantic, but it is. It is a love story, a romance: we're a bride. Our husband is our maker, and he has paid EVERYTHING to win us. Even to the simplifying of all the complexities of our formation and ascension via the qualities and interactions of forces in the ontic reality, into a simple, simple story about people getting through this life and accomplishing what the Consciousness wants and its mission fulfilled. Do I believe in a "fer real" historical human Jesus Christ--Eashoa Msheekha in his language? Yes, I do. But I do not think a historical HUMAN Christ is necessary. It is the Jesus Christ QUALITY the bible story is ABOUT that matters. That spiritual-reality QUALITY created us, died for us, justified us, provides the spiritual breath's enlivening of us. WE ONLY HAVE TO BELIEVE THE STORY ABOUT THE MILTA AND IT MISSION, ITS MAN. The reality is behind Him. We believe the story, and the GOD-QUALITY accounts it as believing Him, which is where we went wrong in the first place. This puts us back where we should have been when we became humans, even a little bit better: we graduate from here as the man.

It matters that we believe, for that is the scientific adjustment of our spirit to being like the Consciousness. It is our faith that His Word is true that saves us. We do not want to pass into that world without matching its quality. That Quality is with us all the time, monitoring us 24/7 from within, influencing us, guiding us to the Life It desires for us. I'd think that for you girls/women it would be easy to accept this marriage, for that is what it really is: Someone loved you enough to die for you.

Matthew 7:22 Why Is What They Do Lawlessness?

"Many will say to me on that day, 'My Lord, my Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name cast out demons, and in your name perform great powers?' And then I will declare to them that, 'I never knew you, go away from me, workers of abomination'" (Matthew 7:22-23 Alexander).

What is the "abomination" they work? Here is a hint from the Book of Daniel: "...So as the obligations may be concluded, and the sins may be curtailed, so that the abominations shall be abandoned, and that they may usher in the eternal righteousness, such as the vision and the prophesies* may be fulfilled, and to the Anointed One we may commit our blessings" (Daniel 9:24 Alexander).The abominations abandoned when we usher in the eternal righteousness are OUR independently directed lives. Abomination is our taking credit for what He does. We must recognize that these lives, "our" lives, are HIS life, that we are NOT independent. The workers of abomination, aka evil, iniquity, and lawlessness in other translations, make the mistake of seeing themselves as independent of Jesus, as working for and with Him, but not seeing that their works are HIS works: "Did not we . . . "

It's the same fault Nebuchadnessar committed: "King Nebuchadnasser was walking on top of his kingdom's temple, when he declared and said, "Was not this the Babylon that I built as the seat of my kingdom,* of my stronghold* and of my honor?" And while the manifestation was still in his mouth, the voice came from heaven, "I say to you, Nebuchadnasser the king, that your kingdom has been taken* from you" (Daniel 4:29-31 Alexander, emphasis mine).

Kind of short on the humility. Nebby. "WE" do not do anything of ourselves. All power, all work, all glory is God's. We are His Manifestation, manifestation of Him, not of ourselves. Being Him is a GIFT. So do great things for Him, AS Him, submitted TO Him.

We go to hell for what "WE" have done; We go to heaven for what HE has done.

God TAKES all the credit, all the blame, all the sin, all the punishment. Give it to Him, so that He can give you all His Life.

"The Kingdom of God has to do with attitudes." -- We aren't us, we're Him.

A New Blog: Letters For A Sister, A Personal Communication

I got saved in 1975, and as Jesus literally SPOKE to me at the House of Praise, I set off to find what else He had spoken to other people. I had barely qualified to graduate from high school in 1967, and one of God's miracles was my matriculating university at Melodyland School of Theology as a junior. My elder sister didn't care anything for religion. But as I am now 75, and she is in her 80s, I am compelled to communicate to her what I have learned. So I have started a new blog, Letters For a Sister. I have stories to tell, evidence, of events in the present which have proven to me that Jesus Christ--Eashoa Msheekha--IS God AS Man.

I sent my sister Victor Alexander's translation of John and Story of Jesus From His Own Words. Knowing that even these will need explanation, I sent her a brief treatise of my theology, and, knowing that that will need explanation, started this new blog of stories: Letters For A Sister. I call them my "80 Papers," from David Crosby's observation that when you turn 80, you are going to die pretty soon: "That is how that works," he said. So, I've got to get serious, and get things done. I might have to send her a smart phone so she can read them, as she doesn't have smart phone, e-mail, or Internet. I don't know if she can get data. Maybe I can get her a data sim card. I'd seriously appreciate your prayers.