Who Do You Say That I Am?

In the Gospel of St. Matthew, Jesus refers to himself as the "Son of Man" at least 26 times, but never as the "Son of God." In Chapter 16, he asks his disciples:

13 Who do men say that the Son of Man is?
14 But they said: Some John the Baptist, and other some Elias, and others Jeremias or one of the prophets.
15 Jesus saith to them: But who do you say that I am?
16 Simon Peter answered and said: Thou art Christ, the Son of the Living God.
17 And Jesus, answering, said to him: Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona; because flesh and blood hath not revealed it to thee, but my Father who is in heaven.

On the surface, it sounds like Jesus is praising Peter because he "gets it," but in fact, that may not have been the case at all. Perhaps Jesus really wasn't sure who he was, and was saying, "Whew, thanks Peter, you've confirmed my gut feeling that I am something other than a plain and ordinary earthling."

I mean, we're all kind of in that same boat now, aren't we? Jesus didn't get beamed down with all his memory chips intact, and say, "Look guys, this is the way it is: The original pristine Earth civilization was invaded by an evil race that took away your memories and corrupted your codes, and I'm here to reprogram you so we can all get the hell out."

Would anyone have believed that anyway? Well, no doubt there would have been some that were more open and enlightened than everyone else, kinda like us trying to awaken the comatose masses to the fact that our government and military are spraying us with poison chemtrails day in and day out. SOME would have "gotten" it and if Jesus would have been able to tell us the whole truth, the path of our existence here on the planet might have gone in a drastically different direction, if even just a few knew, way back then, exactly what was going on. This would have been even more beneficial during the time when Jesus was here, because he did not have corrupted codes, and was still able to command the physical world. But even with his uncorrupted codes, the shock of descending into this simulated reality must have still taken its toll on his ability to access information.

Perhaps if he could have arrived as the galactic traveler that we all once were, he could have maintained his complete knowledge. But he didn't get beamed down. He came here like the rest of us, and that trip down the birth canal has wiped out all our memories; it's the way it was planned of course. Every time you go through the recycling bin, you gotta start all over again. (That's another reason I really wonder if sexual reproduction isn't in fact unnatural—see my message The Virgin Birth.) So, Jesus was most likely grasping at straws as we are, and had to rely on his gut feelings and little bytes of data that revealed themselves to him. When he asked his disciples who they thought he was, he probably really wanted to know. Who am I? He was just as much in the dark as we are, and perhaps wondered how and why he was able to do what he did.

I can relate to this whole scene. I know things, yet have no way of proving them, except, over the long run, things that I knew years ago are proving to be correct. As I have written in many of my articles, especially in the past two years, about every month or so, I get a huge insight, which has been increasing in intensity and profundity for a number of months. That byte of information defines the direction I go until the next one comes along, so I find myself shifting perceptions and priorities very often now. For years I thought these "insights" were coming from some higher being or maybe a protector or even my higher self. I have scrapped all that. I AM my higher self, and these insights are simply (ah, not simple at all, really) my MEMORY RETURNING. Many of us are getting our memories back, and the internet, though it has its evils, has certainly been a means for us to trigger those memories in each other. And this is what is also creating panic with those who have been in control for so very long.

Not that this information has come to me out of the blue. I've worked hard to remember, and spent years doing Shamanic work on myself, along with over a decade of past-life exploration. But of course, I still don't KNOW. None of us do. Who are we? What are we supposed to be doing? How the hell do we escape this prison?

All I do know is that, like Jesus, I need to speak my truth, what I know of it, at any cost or risk, because that is what I am being driven to do—many of us are at this late stage of the game. The time is come. There are people who look for the second coming of Jesus. With so many of those people, I really want to ask, how would you recognize him if he were here? WE are the ones that are here, and we are completing what Jesus began. We WILL remember what those in control have gone through such pains to make us forget, and then we will be free.

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