The Spirit That Moves Mountains

Jeshua - Chapter 9

"What is the Holy Spirit?" Thomas asked one morning upon rising. He had been leaning on one arm next to me with his hair wild, waiting for me to rouse from my slumber.

"Well, that's a great question, and it leads to an even bigger answer. True forgiveness and the Holy Spirit are linked together as merely tools to return your mind back to the full experience of God." I looked around at our slumbering friends and followers and gave him a wink.

"Uh-oh. You're about to shatter my mind like crushed matzo, aren't you?" Thomas replied.

"If you're willing, I am more than happy to leaven your bread." I slapped Thomas on the back and motioned for him to follow.

Thomas was eyeing me up and down, no doubt wondering what I might say to him. He was a sharp man and kept a healthy balance of seriousness and lightheartedness about him.

"Thomas, my good brother, what I am about to tell you may get you into some very hot oil at some point." I stared him down to ensure he was ready and willing.

"Jeshua, I have known you since we were kids. Do you think I'd run away from what you say now? You were saying stuff as a little one that made adults soil themselves. What else could you possibly surprise me with?"

I raised my left eyebrow.

"Oh. I know what that means. Can I go and get Isaah so she can hold me like a baby? You're about to bring me to tears again, aren't you?"

"Oh, Thomas. I'm not that bad, am I?" It felt good to laugh and release some of the tension. The past couple of weeks had been rough on everyone. Word was getting out about the words I spoke and the healing I could accomplish just by touching or looking at someone. It was part of the miraculous expression of being one with my Father.

"Well, you did make me cry a lot when we were little."

"Oh, I did?" I asked in mock surprise.

"Well, OK. Maybe it was me crying after taking beatings meant for you." Thomas put his hand on my back, and we belly-laughed for several minutes.

"Oh, I'm so glad you have such a sense of humor, Thomas. Father loves that. Plus, it should soften you for what I'm about to tell you."

"Yes, well, go gentle, Rabbi."

"Thomas, I am going to tell you what Mary and I have discovered to be truths of this world because you are ready to hear it. It may not be easy to take in, but trust me; you are ready."

Thomas stiffened up. He could quickly navigate from jokester to serious student in a moment.

"Do you remember my saying a few months ago that there were things I knew and if I spoke them, they would metaphorically destroy all you knew in a blaze of fire?"

"Sure, Jeshua. How could I forget? We have all been whispering and wondering what you meant."

"So this is what I know to be the truth of this world. It is not real. It is an illusion."

"OK. That's not such a big one, Jesh. I mean, I remember you telling me about this after your time in India. With the Buddhists, right?"

"Yes, but here is the next part. If this world is an illusion, a dream, and is impermanent, then God did not create this world because what God creates is eternal and filled with love—always."

Thomas's breath caught, and his eyes widened. "Uh ... the mother of a camel said what?"

"It's big, right? When I was meditating as a child, this truth was revealed to me. Mary and I both have sat in meditation and prayer and know this to be true. This is why it is so easy for me to not take the world so seriously."