Why Is It OK to Disrespect Jesus?

I like Jesus. I really do. Now, don’t get it twisted and think I’m some Bible thumping fundamentalist who never practices what he preaches but is so caught up in the schism he can’t tell the difference. No, far from it. I like the cut of his jib. In many ways he was the archetype of Neo in the Matrix and the image I have in my head of him may be totally different from your perceptions, but then, the Game plays out inside each and every one of our imaginations so all we do is interact with our own illusions. Thats why each race, seemingly, has their own version of him. Know why that is? Jesus represents higher consciousness and that is what is currently being crucified on the cross inside your head made of flesh with two thieves on either side of him. They are the hemispheres of your brain. The good thief is the right side which knows the connection to the chest. The left controls the opposite and does most of its talking from ignorance. The fact “Golgotha” means skull in Hebrew should’ve been enough of a hint because all of these texts are encoded but I guess many didn’t get it.

Why is it OK to disrespect Jesus?

This never sat well with me. Granted, I wasn’t really aware of his whole deal and steez, back when, as that wasn’t the culture I was raised in so when I did see him pinned to the cross in suffering it made me wonder what they were actually celebrating. His life and message or the death of the same thing? Stop and think, in modern terms thats like snapping a pic of you at your worst moment and then posting it to your socials. Again and again. Doesn’t that seem a bit weird? Due to having no investments in said topics but being intensely curious it made me wonder a lot about who the man was under the myth. Let me give you an example as we remember the time back in Forty Ninety Six that is yet to happen:

The world is a different place. Those who were going to go did and left long ago to move to a new planet. The meek, as promised, inherited the Earth. A bombed out and depleted shell that was drawing ever closer to the Sun as it teetered on the brink of ecological ruin due to the shift of its axis, environment and with it the lives of those who lived within. I say within as people spent most of their time underground in vast caverns that were dug as a survival mechanism because the surface would burn them to a crisp within moments when the Sun was at its zenith. Instead they went out hunting for what they could find and any water that was left under the sight of the moonlight as grandmothers huddled their kin and told the tales of a legend:

“For it was foretold and Witnessed that the unifier of all men, regardless of their skin, social station or sex, would return to this planet. From his mouth would ring the tones that uplift your spirit and make your limbs start quaking as he spins and spins with no end then balances on the tips with perfect precision as all around people are screaming with the sheer joy he brings. Born a poor, Black boy who was bathed in hatred he overcame these barriers and when he departed she was a rich, lxved, White woman that danced and sang their way into legend and was so immense that each step they took backwards reached to the moon in the heavens as he freely shared her bountiful gifts with all on the planet, especially the children whom they held dearest above all as the protectors of innocence”.

Some of the times are skeptics and refuse to believe in such primitive foolishness when they can barely walk the Earths surface and they’re talking of one who danced to the moon and back again, backwards no less, and all of this stupidness that changes not their predicament of being stuck on a hostile rock that now sits where Venus once did in the Twenty First century that birthed the legend and bore Witness to his presence, or so is said.

We, now, with our cultural references and general level of awareness of not only what we Witnessed but what I outlined in the glimpse of a future yet to happen know the truth of this legend without the overlay and disconnection that time brings for he is the once and future King known worldwide as Michael Jackson:

Don’t tell me you slept through the visitation of the moonwalking legend that exerted such influence with his presence that tribal people totally disconnected from the modern world were well aware that something very special indeed had descended to this realm and in Eighty Eight was singing about the arrangements of the planets and their influence on human consciousness that Twenty Twenty would bring should we choose to leave conflict and connect in recognition of the one awareness that underpins the illusion of separation and disconnection.

Is that blasphemous? Am I being disrespectful or did I hit the nail on the head because we may have famous people and celebs but the only one to tread in this realm with more brand recognition and worldwide impact than MJ was Jesus himself and that I find really, really interesting because its always been the man under the legend that intrigues as whatever he did then resonates now, in the moment, just like the hypothetical overlay placed upon the one we Witnessed as well as the future of this planet when people comprehend the true cause of global warming has nothing to do with humans and far more about the inevitable death of this environment due to the ways these rocks slowly but surely drift hence Mars will become the next Earth for the next few billion who’ll erect their own tales and myths of creation as the sciences strain in their own separate directions in the midst of confusion and no one stops to put together the pieces as they themselves are fragmented.

Not for nothing were the ancient South American cultures slain so easily by Cortes as they were expecting a White savior to swoop in and help them due to previous tribal recollections that set in motion their civilization after cataclysm by one of pale skin with a beard that came bearing the gifts of culture and Knowledge that underpinned their thinking. Instead that man came and won the minds and hearts the natives before cutting them out and mailing them back to his team as trophies of the new deal they were spreading to these heathens in, you guessed it, the name of Jesus. Thing is history is written by the winners in the blood of the deceased so we have no idea if this story is accurate as there are other alternatives many never consider as they take what they’re told as gospel via a surface level interpretation of events. Thats never been enough for me hence I ponder at depth and draw my own conclusions. Do these links exist or am I simply seeing things? Who knows. At least I’m thinking and not Thunking because I truly do sense an underlying Pattern to all of this and the fact that the disrespect of Jesus is not only tolerated but promoted tells me one thing:

Those he stood against are still smarting and this is their revenge because they can’t kill a King without first throwing some dirt on his name. From my research and intuition its blatantly obvious that the truth of this story is way different from the sanctioned fable they pass off as the real thing. Same can be said of Nine Eleven and that itself has its own correlate as well because the spiritual wickedness we wrestle with is still highly placed and exceedingly influential. Many people, in fact, think that it is them and they’ll defend this deception to the death. Even if it kills them. Ironic, yes?

There are actually references to this, elsewhen, written in tongues cryptic which state he was the chosen but went against the grain and contrary to programming by doing what he did as he said what he said. Do you know where to find them? Have you ever even attempted looking? And yet, when all is said and done, he is still immortal, unchanging and eternal. Why do I say this when I’m not religious? To me Jesus reps our higher state of consciousness, that which I call Inner Sense. Something that is closer than your jugular vein but as elusive as water to a fish. Unless you’ve done the Knowledge. It was, once upon a when, very common in this realm and then it left. The Vedic culture has a tale of Krishna written in Sanskrit that bears a remarkable similarity to the savior of the West as both state that he was here, then left and all that remains are the legends and methods of propagation that were long ago hollowed out from within so empty water wheels spin in the frame of the faithful (and faithless) but without any current or gnosis of the higher consciousness that truly is them. As anyone involved in typesetting knows well “Sans” means without. I’ll let you guess what “Krit” is.

Its not even hidden but the most difficult thing is seeing what is underpinning your senses and conscious imperience. You are this. He is as well. Say hi to the Witness. Its all symbols and glyphs that project shadows and things inside the cave of your head but there are still some crafty influences present that didn’t like their tables being flipped and thus built a monstrosity on top of what rejected them and shared a radically different message about emancipation and liberation from the tyranny of invisible shackles and those who placed them. Like I said, I like Jesus. The fact that the spells weave profits from prophets should offer a hint about the Dual Reality Principle and this is what I mean when I said the Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again