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September 5th, 2001
Received by H.
Cuenca, Ecuador
Hello, my dear brother. Yesterday we could not meet, there was
simply no opportunity. You need not worry about this, there was
just no quiet moment.
Today I would like to initiate a series of messages, which surely
will interest you. We are going to make a journey together, a virtual
journey, of course. And our point of departure is the Temple at
Jerusalem.
After my treason and Jesus’ arrest, the disciples almost panicked.
You know the story of Peter’s denials, and well, it is understandable,
they were scared to death.
I felt dismayed. Jesus had allowed them to take him prisoner. I
saw his battered body with my own eyes when Pilate presented him
to the public after the lashing, and I just did not know any longer
what to think or what to do. I ran to the Temple to speak with Joseph
Cayaphas, but the guards would not even allow me to enter the court
of the gentiles. I implored them, but it was in vain. I took the
money out of the purse and threw it onto the marble floor, where
the coins tinkled, bouncing and rolling. The guards only laughed,
expressing their deep scorn.
[H.R.: Why did you accept the money?]
It was a symbolic price, the value of a slave, a ridiculous price
for such an important man for the priests as Jesus was.
I threw the money away. I ran out, without knowing what to do or
where to go. My only friends, the apostles and disciples of the
Master, would certainly hate me. They would have never understood
me. The Sadducee priests scorned me. What should I do? I headed
for the valley of Hinnom, seeking a steep cliff, where I fastened
the rope which I used as a sort of belt, the other end I put around
my neck and jumped. But the rope slipped off the rock, and I fell
into the abyss.
I saw myself, or rather, my body, as it lay lifeless on the rocky
ground, with distorted members and broken and dislocated bones.
I didn't feel pain, and I watched myself from outside. Somehow I
had left my body.
It was bright daylight, but everything seemed so dark, almost like
at night. At the beginning I didn't notice this, but after some
time, I realized that there were some spirits near me. They were
kind, they smiled at me and they were so bright, and only then I
became aware of the darkness, because they contrasted so much with
our surroundings.
I saw that I was naked, but they gave me clothes, the same kind
of clothes that I used to wear, and I felt better. Finally they
signaled me to accompany them, and I did so. They took me by my
hand, and I felt as if something attracted me, like some kind of
suction, and suddenly, in one single instant, I was at another place.
It was like an enormous meadow, like on earth, of green grass and
flowers. It was beautiful. There were some buildings, but I never
entered them. The spirits who accompanied me told me that if I wished
so I could enter one of the houses and rest there, but I didn't
feel tired. I rather stayed outside, observing my surroundings.
There were literally thousands of spirits, newly arrived like me,
and also some who already had spent some time in this place. There
were many others who took care of them and attended the needs of
those newly arrived ones, like the spirits at my side. They were
all brighter and very kind.
Well, the situation seemed so unreal that I didn't know what to
do. I wanted to return to the place where my body was, and in the
same instant I was already there. I saw the deformed corpse but
I felt totally out of place. This was not I, I had nothing to do
any longer with that lifeless body, what was I doing here? I felt
a desire to return to the beautiful meadow, and at once I returned.
My companions were awaiting me. They smiled at me, calmed me, and
we sat down. They explained to me that now a new stage in my life
had begun, that I had to try to forget about earth and to adapt
to my new situation.
This was not so difficult a task, because I had always believed
in life after death, but my suicide entailed negative effects. My
rash action had not given me time to get ready. I had also wanted
to escape from something, which was still present: my betrayal.
This recollection had not faded, I still remembered it. But my companions
never mentioned it. They never uttered a single word about that
affair. So I calmed down a little.
I cannot tell you how long I stayed at this place, because there
were no changes of days and nights, there was no way to measure
time, but it seemed a long time to me.
I also met some of my relatives, who had died some time ago. My
parents and my brothers still lived on earth because I had died
at a relatively young age.
The spirits who arrived were of all ages: babies, children, adolescents,
adults, and old men, of all classes and races. It seems that the
first part of my stay at this beautiful place of coming and going
I had spent lost in my thoughts, without noticing what was going
on, because suddenly I realized that the spirits who arrived had
very different appearances. Some were beautiful, others quite ordinary,
but some, I'd even say many, were ugly, very ugly, some even looked
like monsters of ugliness. How strange, I thought, I had not realized
that before.
I began to study my hands, and they also looked ugly! Oh my! I
could already feel something very serious. I asked my companions
to bring me a mirror, and what I saw in the mirror, took away my
breath! You know, H___, how I look like. I was not an outstanding
beauty, but neither was I ugly. Ordinarily, I would say that I was
happy with my appearance, but what I saw in the mirror – was
not I! It was an ugly face, not as monstrous as some of those faces
I had seen, but ugly, really ugly. I think I lost my emotional balance.
I wanted to leave, to escape by running away... One of my companions
approached me and said: "You are right, it is time to go."
And he took me by my hand and left with me.
That place I have just described is an entrance place for those
recently deceased. There they stay for some time, under the care
of selected spirits, until they realize that they have really passed
from earth life to spirit life. But what is more, in such places
they become aware of their own condition; there they learn to see
themselves as they really are. When this happens, they are ready
to proceed to their destination, the place they are fit for according
to their soul condition.
There are people who die in peace in a hospital. When they wake
up they believe they are in another hospital, because they find
themselves in a clean room, in a bed. But they are no longer in
the hospital, they are already in the spirit world. The spirits
try to make the passing over as easy and as non-traumatic as possible.
And they are very skilful in their work. They give the first advice,
they calm the newcomers, they never criticize, they always help.
It is a place of temporary happiness, it is like the transit lounge
of an airport. But finally, the moment comes when the spirits have
to leave for the place which the Law of Attraction
determines for them.
I think that's enough for now. Write down what you have seen and
what I have described you. Next time I will continue the story,
and I will describe to you my first experiences, the second station
of our trip.
[H.R.: Judas, before you leave, I want to ask you a
question. You spoke of your appearance on earth, and in fact, the
first times I saw you, I saw a young man, I don't know, twenty,
twenty-five or perhaps even thirty years old, I am not good in guessing
age. But now I see you like an older person, perhaps forty five
or fifty years old, and your hair and your beard are already a little
bit gray. What is happening?]
Yes, this is true. But my face is the same now. I mean, I have
the same features, haven't I? What happens is that I wanted you
to know me as I really was on earth. But I felt also that it would
cause you problems to accept advice from a man younger than you.
That is a very common human defect. Since we can present ourselves
as we deem it opportune, you see me now older, a little older than
you are, and you feel better this way.
[H.R.: Yes, this is true. But I have another question.
You spoke of the darkness that you saw immediately after your death.
Was that darkness the product of your soul condition?]
No. The reason is that I was then already a spirit without a physical
body. The spiritual vision is not dependent on sunlight, but it
is rather another form of "light," which determines the
brightness of our environment or of our spirit bodies.
[H.R.: It is Divine Love.]
Yes and no, you cannot say this so simply. It is a little bit more
complicated. I know that the Padgett messages state that it is Divine
Love, and in some way it is so, but this is only part of the truth.
I will dedicate a separate message to the subject of light in the
spirit world. This message is already very long.
It is time to say good-bye. A big hug, my dear brother, and may
God bless you always.
Your brother in the spirit,
Judas
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