The Spirit That Moves Mountains

Jeshua - Chapter 11

What seemed to my friends, family, and disciples as "three days" after dying on the cross was merely an instant from my new perspective. As someone who has returned fully to spirit, manipulating matter was the same as breathing. I returned my attention to the particular time and space within the grand illusion of the universe and to the tomb where my body lay, wrapped and resting. I joined my mind with this body, and the extremely high vibration of my mind allowed my body to disappear.

For my next trick, I willed the stone covering the tomb to open. Keep in mind that in this state, what I willed in my mind became manifest in an instant. Instead of the large round stone rolling into an opened position, it just became that. If someone were to have seen the entrance of the tomb from the outside, it would have looked like the stone was covering the entrance in one instant and then, at the blink of an eye, it was rolled back.

Being at one with everything in the universe as spirit was such an amazing experience. I cannot even begin to explain what this might be like. Yet this was not the end-all and be-all. I still had one more step to take and that was to fully return to Heaven. I had one more lesson to teach before my mind was completely resting at Home with God. But I was as close as I could be.

Being a giddy little trickster, I was also aware that my sweet wife, Mary, was approaching. As my wife, she had permission to visit my tomb. Would she recognize me in my enlightened state? I had not told her how we would meet when my body appeared to rise from the dead.

Her thoughts were bent on forgiving my situation and wondering what she might encounter when she came upon my newly refreshed and resurrected image.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, slightly startled. "I did not see you, my brother." Her head had been bent slightly down as she navigated the ground to my tomb. Her black brows furrowed slightly, yet her dark skin glistened from the morning sun. I could see her shiny black hair under her head covering and could smell her freshly scented skin. I could also tell that she did not recognize me at all.

"Loving greetings to you, wife," I gently exuded. My eyes must have sparkled more than she remembered, and my skin was as fresh as a newborn babe. I transformed enough into my spirit-self that she struggled to put two and two together.

"Wife? What in the heavens above?" she exclaimed with a gasp.

"Do you not recognize the one who has shared home and spirit with you all of these years?" I added, accompanied by my typical eyebrow raise.

Her eyes widened as her mind cleared, and she began to recognize who I was. "My love!" She ran and threw her arms around me. I could feel the tears flowing freely against my cheek.

We held each other for several moments. I felt completely at peace and at one with her, while also being aware of the goings-on throughout the universe. It felt entirely natural to me.

I let Mary's sobs die down, and then we parted. She quickly gained her composure as she internally reminded herself that I was spirit and not the risen body she saw before herself—a truly masterful student and teacher.

"Yeshi," she cooed, using her nickname for me. "I knew today was the day you would rise, but I was not expecting to see what appears in front of my eyes."

"Mags, you know I would not break a promise." My eyes shone with glee, and my smile opened as wide as it could.

"My love and teacher, you are here. I cannot wait to bring you to the others."

"All in due time, wife. I will appear to them when the time is appropriate," I said, reaching my hand through her head covering and brushing my hand gently against her glistening black hair. "For now, let everyone marvel at the empty tomb. This should be enough for the immediate moment."

We spent several moments together. The simple indulgence of looking into each other's eyes adoringly allowed time to stand still. Mary knew this was going to be the last moments we would spend alone. She could sense this and allowed more tears to flow.

She knew it was coming and that this experience would be her biggest forgiveness lesson in this lifetime. We had spoken of this moment in the past—the letting go of someone deeply loved. She would live in an environment where I was both loved and hated intensely and then finish the rest of her life without me, while still exuding the teachings and practice of true forgiveness and union with the Father.

"Mary. Wife. It is time for us to part."

We took one step back from each other and looked lovingly upon one another.

"Go now, and tell our brothers and sisters that I have risen and will speak with them soon. You have the privilege and honor of being the first, again."

I referred to her as being the first in that she was the first person to fully capture my heart, but more important, she was the first in this lifetime to fully grasp how to practice forgiveness and be with Father.

Her smile slowly faded to a thin line across her face, and she bowed her head slightly. I could see more tears flowing gently, and I could also hear her mind practicing one of the thought systems we had learned from spirit years ago: Father, hold my heart in Heaven today.

Her sorrow gently faded, and she turned to the city. When she looked back, I had already vanished back into the realm of spirit.