The true story of Judas, as told by Jesus Himself (1991-1992)
A Little Light on Judas by Jesus Himself
“Judas was a man of structure. Judas’ position in the circle was chosen by my Father, not by me. Actually, there is a lot to the story of Judas that was never told. After his betrayal and suicide, he was so hated by everyone that he was shunned and their hearts were not ready to forgive. I understood Judas from the very beginning. I didn’t know how he would betray me, and I didn’t know what method he would use, but I knew it was inevitable. I also knew exactly why my Father had placed us together. Actually, Judas and I grew up together. I didn’t go out and choose him to be in my circle. He was my best friend as a little boy. Born to a very influential, well-educated family, Judas had all the advantages that wealth and education could bring. His family gave him all the privileges and advantages of structure available in those days, and because of that he was destined to become an obedient servant to structure. Moreover, his mind was reinforced with academic and intellectual pursuits, to the point of overshadowing his heart. Together we flowed as clear and muddy rivers side by side. But I loved him and he loved me. We played together as children. Much like ‘Cowboys and Indians,’ we played Jews and Romans. Often we played ‘Hide and Seek’, and when we would look for each other I would always find him, but, of course, he never found me. It was easy; I’d just look behind the largest structure, and he would be there. But I could be sitting in the middle of an open field and he would pass by me as if I were invisible. Nevertheless, we enjoyed life together, and because I was young and full of boyish pranks, I enjoyed showing off to Judas. As a little boy, long before anyone else saw the miracles I could perform, I would do disappearing acts for him, and sometimes I would turn dead branches into live ones, just to show off. It was just part of my youthful temperament.
But Judas was very impressed, and from the beginning he knew I was the Messiah. He believed that with all of his heart. But, of course, his idea of the Messiah was patterned after Moses or King David, a priestly king who would perform miracles of conquest and cause the world to say, the King of Kings is here to restore Israel. The messianic prophecy was largely directed to reclaiming political power. He thought I was going to dazzle Rome with God’s power the way Moses went to the Pharaoh and commanded that his staff become a serpent. He expected me to bring Rome to her knees so that the armies would move out of Israel, and we would have our land back. You see, Judas never knew my higher role, purpose, or Being. His understanding was entirely limited to historical predictions and political conditioning.
As we grew up, he was always my challenge. He always let me know the degree of misunderstanding that was possible in any particular situation. That way I could address the degree of misconception that might exist for anyone else. We were exact opposites, and so he was a very good sounding board for opposition. I don’t mean to be derogatory. He chose his part and played it well. I long ago forgave him for the pain of his actions, for without them the miracle would not have been possible. And contrary to many accusations, he most certainly did not betray me for the silver, nor did he even think that he was betraying me. Judas was part of a proud and affluent family, and without doubt he would have donated the money to charity or to the synagogue. Judas was as devoted to structure as I was to God. That was the essence of our predicament.
When he departed from our supper room on that fateful night, I did not know exactly what he would do, but I knew he was off to do his thing. He was off to manifest his destiny, just as surely as I was prepared to follow through on mine. He was the son of structure, and I was the Son of God…we would surely have a showdown before the evening was over. Up to that point we had coexisted in complementary and brotherly fashion, but now the time had come for the drama to completely unfold. He and I did not think alike, but if I were to infer his intent I would have to explain it this way: He was impatient with my non-political teachings, and he wanted to force me into a polarity so that I would take a stand against Rome. Doubtless, he formulated his plan to bring me to power-his idea of my power. When he went to the Roman soldiers, he knew they would come for me. And he must have impressed them with reports of my strength, for they arrived in legion force. I presume that he expected me to overwhelm them in some manner as soon as I was surrounded. Perhaps I was supposed to disappear or turn the soldiers into pillars of stone or trees. Perhaps I was supposed to turn into a dove and fly away. He expected something miraculous to happen, and it did. But the miracle that happened was far too great for Judas to envision. Because the miracle that happened is that I simply surrendered.
No one was more shocked than Judas, and I’m sure that he killed himself not out of guilt, but out of devastating realisation that everything he had planned on had gone wrong! My surrender was the one thing he would never have expected, because the mind, with its obsession for control, regards surrender as defeat. On the other hand, the heart knows its immortality, and so it can dare to surrender. The paradox of the surrendering heart that regains its mastery is a miracle I’m particularly good at. That was my purpose in being here. The rest is history.”
You said that you forgave Judas. Did he ever accept your forgiveness?
“Not yet. But if he ever awakens to the truth of what happened, his return to God will have a shattering effect on the tyranny of structure in this universe. Do not condemn him, for that will only support the tyrannies, which he still defends. Pray for his soul, and perhaps a miracle will happen which will be talked about until the end of time.”
“The real miracle of my crucifixion and resurrection is that the Sacred Heart was then restored to its position of sovereignty over life, the mind, and mind-generated structure. Love claimed its victory over death. Once I reinstated the heart’s supremacy, all anyone has to do is to accept and apply that power in his or her own life and in their own corner of the world. Your heart does not need to work its way back to God, for it never left God. The heart, in its perfection, is the one connection with your Creator, which was never severed. But, it must regain its certainty as master over illusion! All miracles happen that way. The heart is the bringer of all miracles.
Do not ever underestimate the power of the heart to bring forth a higher intelligence, a higher awareness and greater solutions to existence than you would ever have anticipated. This is why so many times people will experience a miracle of healing in the face of death; They think, ‘I only have six weeks to live’, and then let go of external demands. The mind loses all importance, and loved ones become dearer than ever. All of a sudden the heart-fire burns brightly, whether through grief, joy, contentment, or resignation. Only then, through the fire of the heart, is a miracle possible. Most people facing death go ahead and die to the world of structure, which was their true oppressor, and then at last they really live. That is what I meant when I said you must die first in order to live. Because when you live in the heart, you live immortally; you live eternally.”
Jesus through Glenda Green in her book, Love Without End, where Jesus appeared to her in her art studio in her home, and commisioned her to do a painting of himself. During that time they spoke on many topics as Jesus shared his wisdom with Glenda while she painted.
http://www.lovewithoutend.com/
Peace & Love
Craig
“Judas was a man of structure. Judas’ position in the circle was chosen by my Father, not by me. Actually, there is a lot to the story of Judas that was never told. After his betrayal and suicide, he was so hated by everyone that he was shunned and their hearts were not ready to forgive. I understood Judas from the very beginning. I didn’t know how he would betray me, and I didn’t know what method he would use, but I knew it was inevitable. I also knew exactly why my Father had placed us together. Actually, Judas and I grew up together. I didn’t go out and choose him to be in my circle. He was my best friend as a little boy. Born to a very influential, well-educated family, Judas had all the advantages that wealth and education could bring. His family gave him all the privileges and advantages of structure available in those days, and because of that he was destined to become an obedient servant to structure. Moreover, his mind was reinforced with academic and intellectual pursuits, to the point of overshadowing his heart. Together we flowed as clear and muddy rivers side by side. But I loved him and he loved me. We played together as children. Much like ‘Cowboys and Indians,’ we played Jews and Romans. Often we played ‘Hide and Seek’, and when we would look for each other I would always find him, but, of course, he never found me. It was easy; I’d just look behind the largest structure, and he would be there. But I could be sitting in the middle of an open field and he would pass by me as if I were invisible. Nevertheless, we enjoyed life together, and because I was young and full of boyish pranks, I enjoyed showing off to Judas. As a little boy, long before anyone else saw the miracles I could perform, I would do disappearing acts for him, and sometimes I would turn dead branches into live ones, just to show off. It was just part of my youthful temperament.
But Judas was very impressed, and from the beginning he knew I was the Messiah. He believed that with all of his heart. But, of course, his idea of the Messiah was patterned after Moses or King David, a priestly king who would perform miracles of conquest and cause the world to say, the King of Kings is here to restore Israel. The messianic prophecy was largely directed to reclaiming political power. He thought I was going to dazzle Rome with God’s power the way Moses went to the Pharaoh and commanded that his staff become a serpent. He expected me to bring Rome to her knees so that the armies would move out of Israel, and we would have our land back. You see, Judas never knew my higher role, purpose, or Being. His understanding was entirely limited to historical predictions and political conditioning.
As we grew up, he was always my challenge. He always let me know the degree of misunderstanding that was possible in any particular situation. That way I could address the degree of misconception that might exist for anyone else. We were exact opposites, and so he was a very good sounding board for opposition. I don’t mean to be derogatory. He chose his part and played it well. I long ago forgave him for the pain of his actions, for without them the miracle would not have been possible. And contrary to many accusations, he most certainly did not betray me for the silver, nor did he even think that he was betraying me. Judas was part of a proud and affluent family, and without doubt he would have donated the money to charity or to the synagogue. Judas was as devoted to structure as I was to God. That was the essence of our predicament.
When he departed from our supper room on that fateful night, I did not know exactly what he would do, but I knew he was off to do his thing. He was off to manifest his destiny, just as surely as I was prepared to follow through on mine. He was the son of structure, and I was the Son of God…we would surely have a showdown before the evening was over. Up to that point we had coexisted in complementary and brotherly fashion, but now the time had come for the drama to completely unfold. He and I did not think alike, but if I were to infer his intent I would have to explain it this way: He was impatient with my non-political teachings, and he wanted to force me into a polarity so that I would take a stand against Rome. Doubtless, he formulated his plan to bring me to power-his idea of my power. When he went to the Roman soldiers, he knew they would come for me. And he must have impressed them with reports of my strength, for they arrived in legion force. I presume that he expected me to overwhelm them in some manner as soon as I was surrounded. Perhaps I was supposed to disappear or turn the soldiers into pillars of stone or trees. Perhaps I was supposed to turn into a dove and fly away. He expected something miraculous to happen, and it did. But the miracle that happened was far too great for Judas to envision. Because the miracle that happened is that I simply surrendered.
No one was more shocked than Judas, and I’m sure that he killed himself not out of guilt, but out of devastating realisation that everything he had planned on had gone wrong! My surrender was the one thing he would never have expected, because the mind, with its obsession for control, regards surrender as defeat. On the other hand, the heart knows its immortality, and so it can dare to surrender. The paradox of the surrendering heart that regains its mastery is a miracle I’m particularly good at. That was my purpose in being here. The rest is history.”
You said that you forgave Judas. Did he ever accept your forgiveness?
“Not yet. But if he ever awakens to the truth of what happened, his return to God will have a shattering effect on the tyranny of structure in this universe. Do not condemn him, for that will only support the tyrannies, which he still defends. Pray for his soul, and perhaps a miracle will happen which will be talked about until the end of time.”
“The real miracle of my crucifixion and resurrection is that the Sacred Heart was then restored to its position of sovereignty over life, the mind, and mind-generated structure. Love claimed its victory over death. Once I reinstated the heart’s supremacy, all anyone has to do is to accept and apply that power in his or her own life and in their own corner of the world. Your heart does not need to work its way back to God, for it never left God. The heart, in its perfection, is the one connection with your Creator, which was never severed. But, it must regain its certainty as master over illusion! All miracles happen that way. The heart is the bringer of all miracles.
Do not ever underestimate the power of the heart to bring forth a higher intelligence, a higher awareness and greater solutions to existence than you would ever have anticipated. This is why so many times people will experience a miracle of healing in the face of death; They think, ‘I only have six weeks to live’, and then let go of external demands. The mind loses all importance, and loved ones become dearer than ever. All of a sudden the heart-fire burns brightly, whether through grief, joy, contentment, or resignation. Only then, through the fire of the heart, is a miracle possible. Most people facing death go ahead and die to the world of structure, which was their true oppressor, and then at last they really live. That is what I meant when I said you must die first in order to live. Because when you live in the heart, you live immortally; you live eternally.”
Jesus through Glenda Green in her book, Love Without End, where Jesus appeared to her in her art studio in her home, and commisioned her to do a painting of himself. During that time they spoke on many topics as Jesus shared his wisdom with Glenda while she painted.
http://www.lovewithoutend.com/
Peace & Love
Craig
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