“Claudia, even though it is really fun enjoying wine and lunch with you, I’m impatient. What are you talking about?”
She swallowed some wine to wash down the snack as she got ready to launch. “It would take me hours to explain all the details, so you just have to trust me or go read The Lost Gospel yourself, but you won’t. It is the story of Joseph the Just and Aseneth his wife, seemingly just a story from the Old Testament. But in actuality, Joseph and Aseneth are surrogates for Jesus and Mary Magdalene. This is an encoded text, a common technique used by early Christian writers to pass dangerous and treasured secrets along under the guise of something familiar. For example, they took stories in the Old Testament claiming they prefigured the coming of Jesus, even though they really did not.”
Armando looked hopelessly confused. “Wait. Joseph is the guy with the coat of many colors in the Bible, and I’ve never heard of Aseneth. So, if this is Joseph from the Old Testament, he can’t be Jesus.”
“Just hang with me, Armando, have more wine. The manuscript comes out of a biblical tradition, Syriac typology, that goes back to the first and second centuries when some Jews were becoming Christians while others remained Jews. Judeo-Christians specialized in finding parallels between the Old and New Testament because they wanted to keep the old scriptures and add their new ones. They used Hebrew scripture as a pedigree for Christianity; register that! They used typology—finding parallels—as a way to prove Hebrew scripture anticipated Jesus to support their new religion, exactly as Sarah says, the reason she thinks Marcion is so important.”
“Oh God, Claudia, so what?” he said in an exasperated voice.
“Sparing you the details, the authors established that this text—Joseph and Aseneth—is actually the story of Jesus’s marriage to Mary Magdalene. You’d have to study the book to decide whether you agree or not. Regardless, finally we have the story of Jesus as a real man who loved a great woman that could rock the world.”
“I don’t think so. It’s just another esoteric trail that will end up as another dead end. Nobody gives a damn about this garbage, never did, and when are you going to get tired of the latest mystery?” He was annoyed and getting a headache.
“Damn you, Armando! You are the one who painted this bee, not me! Your fabulous rendition of Jesus is so filled with otherworldly light that anybody can see he came down from cosmic realms. As she reaches for him while trying to hold him down, he is barely in his body. Damn it, Armando! You captured the real vision of Christ with Mary Magdalene and her symbol, the golden bee. And, the goddess that Mary Magdalene embodies is right there in Siena Cathedral, the bee goddess, Artemis, hovering over Hermes Trismegistus by the front door! If you would just use your brain, you might be able to tell your father some things. Your ancestors probably protected this story! Your father probably knows all about it!”
Feeling sullen and stupid he grumbled, “Well, what’s the text about? What’s the story?”
Claudia ate a pear she’d sliced while watching him to see whether he was going to revert to being an ass or not. “It’s the story of Jesus meeting her as an angel/human from a very high dimension. It is extremely erotic, and also very exciting, filled with plots to abduct Aseneth/ Magdalene and their two children after Jesus dies. A very beautiful ritual is described that involves the two of them eating a sacred honeycomb on their wedding night, the real first communion. To sum things up, Joseph and Aseneth is a theology of redemption by sacred sex. There’s a lot of evidence early Christians practiced this ceremony, for example, the Gnostics. The fourth- and fifth-century Church councils arranged by Constantine excoriated this story from history and replaced it with the dry, Pauline, celibate Christ. The primal theology in Joseph and Aseneth suggests that Jesus and Mary Magdalene taught that we can redeem ourselves with sacred sex, which I believe; maybe you still do. This may be the background source for the sex rituals you and I once performed when we were young.”
“What about the damned bee?” he practically screamed as her comment about their past sex rituals was sinking in.
“To know that, we must consider what Aseneth stood for. We know from the ancient world that Aseneth is actually Artemis, the great goddess. As Joseph and Aseneth, Jesus and Mary Magdalene celebrated communion by sharing a honeycomb, since by her marriage to Jesus, she becomes the Bride of God, the goddess Artemis, and honey is the food of the gods. The Jews who worshipped Yahweh tried to suppress her worship long before the arrival of Jesus, but the people would not give her up. When the Age of Pisces began, Jesus brought her back as his bride. Mary Magdalene means ‘Mary of the tower,’ and Artemis was the goddess of the tower, a tower on her head to protect her people against a judgmental god. Artemis is the queen bee, and priests are meant to serve her in the temple to fecundate her. Beekeeping in the ancient world was sacred, and the power place in ancient temples was the omphalos, a beehive, such as at Delphi. She is the great goddess and Mary Magdalene became her high priestess by marrying Jesus. Subconsciously, it’s the force that once drew us together to balance Rome, even though we didn’t know it then,” she said, staring intensely into his murky black eyes.
Armando was stunned because this did explain things about his behavior with Claudia in the past, things he’d often wondered about. He paused and then said very sweetly, “You’ve really forgiven me, haven’t you, Claudia? We were young, we didn’t know what we were doing, yet as we get older we can see what might have been driving us.”
“I have forgiven you and you no longer hurt me because Lorenzo has found the goddess in me, my healing. I hope you find the goddess in Jennifer. If you do, you will live in the land of milk and honey no matter what goes on in the world. I’m leaving, I have to make dinner.”
A heavy drape in a window above the library parted slightly as Matilda watched Claudia get into the silver Fiat and drive away.
PART TWO
The Lost Gospel
13
Forgiveness
Shock waves rolled through the Western world when ISIS beheaded twenty-four blindfolded Coptic Christian men on a beach in Tripoli in February 2015. Simon was in Baghdad investigating the ISIS sexual slavery system, so David flew to Rome to support Sarah and Teresa. Pietro and Matilda had invited David and Rose to visit their apartment in Rome many times, yet this time Rose stayed home because she’d seen Teresa during the summer and had household remodeling to attend to. Pietro’s driver, Guido, was waiting when David arrived late in the evening at Rome’s airport amid intense security. Guido brought him directly to the house where Pietro was waiting.
“Hello, David, I hope your flight was tolerable? Was the security intense?” He led David into the library where a welcoming fire was burning.
“So thoughtful of you to stay up and wait for me, an unexpected kindness. Yes, security is very tight, but has to be in light of what’s just happened. ISIS terrifies me and Sarah is very worried. Thanks for inviting me so that I can easily spend time with my girls and all of you. The fire is so cheerful. Rose sends her regards and hopes to come next time.”
“You must be tired; would you like a scotch on the rocks, brandy?”
“I’d love a brandy.”
“Jennifer is excited about your visit,” Pietro said as he went to an old oak cabinet for a bottle of brandy and two glasses. “Armando paints all day and sometimes I think she’s lonesome, but she walks a lot, visits churches and museums, and seems to be enjoying life. Of course, she’s constantly taking pictures, yet I sense she is not inclined to continue in fashion and may become an art photographer. Actually, I think she simply enjoys being married right now!”
They sat down by the table with their brandy. Pietro wore an emerald green jacket with a white cross embroidered on the pocket that caught David’s eye as he replied with a smile, “Not a bad life, I’d say. She lived in Paris for seven years, now she enjoys Rome, Tuscany, and Majorca. She can always take up her career again, but maybe she needs a break. I can’t wait to find out what she’s planning to
do.”
The brandy soothed Pietro’s throat as he took note of David’s worried brow in the firelight. His forehead was deeply lined and his mouth was tight. When they walked down the hallway, Pietro noticed he stooped slightly as if he was tired of life. Pietro said, “The trouble with what’s going on now is these barbaric murders can’t ever be taken back. ISIS is hardening the hearts of people all over the world. The clock can’t be turned back to the Dark Ages, yet ISIS is determined to do exactly that. Many of the ISIS fighters were in Saddam Hussein’s royal guard, thrown out on the street in 2003 by the Americans or tortured in the Abu Graib prison. They want revenge! The U.S. spawned the monster that is sweeping through Iraq and Syria.”
“Yes,” David said ruefully. “And my dear son is right in the middle of the whole mess, very painful for me, Pietro. Meanwhile, here in Rome you could be overrun by Libyan refugees trying to escape their horrible future.”
“Yes, we are all very much afraid we will be overwhelmed by refugees because good people are being driven out from where they’ve lived for centuries. We can’t just let them drown in the Mediterranean,” Pietro said in a disgusted voice. “I admire Simon for what he’s doing, people must have the truth about ISIS. But that’s enough talk about something we can’t do anything about. How’s Simon?”
“As far as we know, he’s well. He’s strong and determined, very careful and well guarded. I don’t allow myself to worry since you’re doing what you can. Every night I visualize him being safe and comfortable before I go to sleep. Obama takes this threat very seriously, probably is doing more than we realize. However, he deals with the threat in the same old way—killing with drones, espionage, and bringing in more American soldiers and arms even though our planet cannot withstand more war. The terrorists are seizing U.S. arms and equipment and taking territory, and many Middle Eastern people wish the U.S. would just leave them alone.”
“I agree David, but you’ve had a long flight and must be tired. I’ve been eager to talk with you ever since our last time in Tuscany, but I’m taxing you.”
“I’m not tired yet, flew first class and slept most of the way. Actually, there is something I’d like to discuss with you, since we may have more in common than either one of us realizes. How were you able to offer Simon protection? What kind of group do you belong to? Normally I wouldn’t ask such a question, but I feel the need. Who do you work with Pietro?”
Pietro stood up stiffly and walked over to the fire to get a poker to nudge a log. After moving it, the fire intensified revealing his grave expression. He put the poker down and returned to the table to pour a second ounce of brandy while David watched his severe expression. “Maybe it is time . . . I belong to a secret order that has been meeting in Malta for more than a thousand years dedicated to defusing internal Islamic divisiveness and East/West tension, among other things. Our role in the conflicts is to protect hospitals.”
David was determined to go all the way in this conversation as he glanced a second time at the white cross on Pietro’s breast pocket. “Thank you. I belong to a Mayan order that goes back at least fifteen hundred years to Teotihuacan in northern Mexico. Now that we’re beyond the great transition date a few years ago, I feel free to talk. You are the first person I’ve told; even Simon doesn’t know. We work with thirteen crystal skulls that are like radios; I have one of them. They resonate with the Earth’s inner core, the dimension that guides us to transcend hatred and violence.” He bored into Pietro’s gray eyes to ferociously blast otherworldly light into his pineal gland.
David’s extraordinary power sped up Pietro’s brain moving him back in his chair as he took a long, deep breath. “All right, confidentially, we’ve influenced the Western world for better or worse for a long time; nobody really knows how far back we go. We have letters asking for help from the Eastern Patriarch in Constantinople when Attila the Hun overran the eastern boundaries of the Roman Empire in the fifth century. Very much like that terrifying period, the world is going out of control again, we don’t know what to do about it. We usually can protect good men like Simon, yet even that might not be possible if this breakdown gets much worse. The West is disintegrating for exactly the reason you mentioned a moment ago—too much war, which threatens all life on Earth. How do you access Earth’s inner core with those crystal skulls?” He poured David another brandy, noting his pupils had contracted to tiny black spots.
“We vibrate a point in the center of our crystal skulls that corresponds to the pineal gland in the human brain. For example, we linked all thirteen skulls in late 2011, the skulls synchronized and vibrated with the inner core at 40–60 Hertz, and the Earth released more information to us. Unlike your group, we do not manipulate global events, yet I’ve noticed that the intelligence we generate sometimes seems to alter reality. The advanced cosmic beings that guide our planet from the Mayan perspective—the Nine Bolontiku—receive information from the Earth’s core through our skulls. Our group formed when the skulls were discovered in ancient caves under Teotihuacan, the sacred center where the first thirteen people received them and then passed them down through their families. There can’t be more violence and war, Pietro. Earth can’t take it. Do you understand?”
“I do. So what’s it going to take to get the U.S. government to evacuate all its bases, disband its forces, and destroy its weapons? Islam will fight the West until that happens, most likely even past that. Global disarmament and agreements to never arm again are the only things that can end the death of our species.”
David responded in a cynical voice, “The only way that will happen would be if the U.S. economy crashes, an outcome that I find hard to imagine. Certainly your elite group won’t endure that.”
“That may be, but there still are other possibilities. Dr. Johan Calleman, an avant-garde biologist, recently discovered some scientific proof for the things we are discussing. You say your group communicates with the center of Earth through the skulls, but our group attunes to the boundary surface of the Earth’s inner core, which vibrates at 20–40 Hz. Underneath the Western and Eastern hemispheres, this boundary surface exhibits entirely different structures: the eastern edge of the boundary is liquid and melting, the western edge is crystalline. This profound discontinuity causes people living on the eastern side to think totally differently than those on the western side! This didn’t really matter much until the West invaded the East during the Crusades. You have to realize that people in the East do not comprehend why they are being interfered with. They think the West is suicidal, homicidal, sick, and greedy, especially the U.S., and they are desperate because Western culture is making their cultures sick and greedy, undermining their religions. For them, ISIS is no worse than the Crusaders or the interrogators that recently tortured them in Iraqi prisons!
“Our habitat and precious resources will all be destroyed unless war is abolished, so we’ve informed our American members that wholesale U.S. disarmament is the only hope left for the human race. They can’t imagine it because many of them have made fortunes off armaments for hundreds of years. David, do you believe Earth is alive and intelligent?”
“Yes, because that’s what we get from our skulls. So, how do you attune to the boundary surface of the inner core? What information do you get? Our skulls contact the very center of Earth, and she tells us she cannot tolerate the death and maiming.”
Pietro replied, “We raise our brain frequencies to 20–40 Hz in meditation, and the information we are receiving is disturbing: the great dissonance between the East and the West is intensifying tectonic, weather, and biological stress. We must each adopt natural ways of life or face death because Earth is flowing geomantic power to sacred sites on the surface to regenerate ecological zones for all living things. Those not in resonance with her won’t be able to take it—they will sicken, particularly with cancer, or go mad by taking drugs to alleviate the pressure in their brains. Deep within, humans hear the Earth screaming.”
“The information we get is very
much in agreement. However, I think you know more than I do because your group works with Earth in a more political way than ours. Our links are psychic, a better word perhaps would be shamanic.” Pietro looked up at David sharply when he said shamanic and nodded in assent. “So, Pietro, why does Earth specify U.S. disarmament? I mean, is there something unusual about the U.S.? Is America exceptional in some way, as Obama often has said? Rome and central Europe are located between the East and the West, so I can see why your group plays a chess game in Malta while the pope works from Rome. But why the U.S.?”
Pietro shifted in his chair. “Are you aware the Masons built Washington, D.C.?”
“Of course, everybody knows it,” David said, watching Pietro’s nervous eyes.
“How much do you know about it?”
This was a test David could easily pass. “You read in English, Pietro. Have you read David Ovason’s The Secret Architecture of the Nation’s Capital that argues Washington is still maintaining its original Masonic architectural plan?” Pietro smiled, confirming he’d read the book. “Good, then that makes this easier. You understand that every inch of D.C. is coded with astrological symbols, sacred architecture, and alignments of its roads to the equinoxes and solstices as well as to key stars. Somebody believed this plan would link D.C. with the cosmos, and each incoming president is informed about how this works after the election. Considering our discussion tonight, maybe they are contacting the inner Earth? But, that still doesn’t answer my question about your work with the inner Earth. Why do you bring up D.C., of all things?” He noticed that Pietro was getting so excited he was having trouble sitting still. He got up to nudge the log again.
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