Jackie Appleseed 1958 to 2013 “Okay, well, so much happened to me on my first day and night in Heaven, I didn’t get to have my afterlife reckoning until I was able to help Four Age Aquarius Eden’s Meta-Mind astral gardener, George, with an always enlightening Paer-Un-Dorem Reckoning where I was able to help him better understand his former life in the light of the life he might have had if he’d been born like me. His “Crip George” reckoning helped him realize how much his burdensome fame and fortune improved the fortunes of his dearest friends and family. After we came back to TriOmi Eden, he accepted my offer to take over for me, and become the new custodian of New Age Eden. He also agreed to be Best Man at my impending astral wedding. “It was in my wedding night dream that I got my own awesome reckoning. I dreamed I was getting a tarot reading from the Silver Avatar Archangel Teacher, Uriel. In my splendid dream, within a dream, within a dream, Silver Uriel made me see that my righteous grudge against Judeo-Christianity made me unfit to be the Aquarian Prophet on Earth at Aquaria Dawning. Posing as the shimmering white Tarot High Priestess in her silvery long robes, Androgynous Uriel gave truthful New Age Avalon Moon Mistress wisdom to me without warning, giving me the word that my indignant rejection of Old Aries Age Abraham neglected to recall it was the Jews, the Christians, and the Muslims, who saved ancient art and literature from the charred ash heap of lost history by storing it in secret libraries all over the western world for untold centuries. Divine Uriel smiled as the celestial ringing of all Sacred Seven Avatar Archangel voices shared their tough and tender trident truths that admonished me for forgetting that the ancient sources all my literary heroes used for all their many masterpieces – all the great works that inspired me to stubbornly indulge my insatiable addiction to the creative process at all cost – every play or sonnet of the Bard, the stunning mythological works of Dante and Milton; Dickens, Twain, Lincoln, Gandhi, FDR, JFK, RFK, John and Yoko – every one of my favorite works was inspired by works spared from murdering, burning, raping, pillaging, marauding barbarians, and centuries of plague-ridden Holy Land Crusaders who didn’t want us thinking for ourselves. “They didn’t change much over the millennia. By the time I discovered Aquarian Kabbalah and my twelve sublime divine realms and realities of self, soul, spirit, and being, no one wanted to hear it. They didn’t want me to ruin their lovely dream of Sacred Heart Jesus, even if I could prove the blessed teachings of the world-wise Son of Man, Human Jesus, do so much more than just offer us eternal life. I told ‘em: the real savior is the one who can show us how to make eternal life WORTH LIVING, and that makes the real guy infinitely more relevant to us today than some purloined Semitic Avenger Imperial Jesus, posing as a very Greco-Roman Almighty Olympian Son of God. Everyone liked Big Daddy Jesus better, so I died and found a home among the stars where I could make the whole Mother Milky Way Galaxy my family, and do it two decades before Kirk and Company, so I could help make their Sol Three star sea a more peaceful place for them to grow up in. That’s where my heavenly future life pal, Zak, comes in.”
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 13:55:18 +0000
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