 Hello everybody. Welcome back to Esoteric Atlanta on this beautiful Wednesday. Of course my name is Bryce. If you're new, welcome, welcome. We are going to be going through the book, The Woman with the Elbaster Jar by Margaret Starberg. Now of course this is going to be found in our playlist called Understanding the Magdalene, which I believe is definitely inspired by one of my guides, Magdalene herself. There's a ton of different books in that series including The Sophia Code, The Return of the Divine Sophia, Megan Waterston's book on Magdalene's Gospel, The Magdalene Manuscript by Tom Kenyon, and of course the Hathor material, another book we're going through by Tom Kenyon. So again now we are starting The Woman with the Elbaster Jar by Margaret Starberg. Today we're going to be looking at the prologue and the prologue. I've scanned it a little bit. I know that this book, along with a lot of the stuff we're looking at with Magdalene specifically and with the true story of her and Yeshua, who people call Jesus. Yeshua was his name. We know that there's a lot of inconsistencies. There's a lot of disinformation. Is that the word they use now? The kids use nowadays, disinformation. We know that there's been a lot of brainwashing when it comes to the controllers of our world. We know that the darkness cannot create anything. The darkness can only steal from the light and invert it or try to mitigate. And from my research and my understanding, Yeshua was never crucified. Now Yeshua and Magdalene, from my research and my understanding, were also not Jewish. Now normally this would not matter. For example, I don't care what somebody's ethnic cultural background is. You're either a good person or you're not. It doesn't matter to me where you're from, what your race is. But the reason why this matters, why it matters that we understand that Magdalene and Yeshua were not Jewish but rather Egyptian is because of the crucifixion story. From my understanding, Magdalene and Yeshua were both raised in the priest and priesthood of Isis and Osiris. Yes, that is correct. You heard me correctly. All right. And because of this, every year they would reenact the story of Tammuz and Ishtar. Now Ishtar is where we get the name Easter from. Tammuz was her other half, her masculine other half who died at the age of 40. That's why Lent is performed 40 days before Ishtar Easter. And Ishtar decides to go down into the underworld to call back her long lost love. And that story, the underworld is actually the earth that we know in our lives. We know it today. So it's a very symbolic story, right? It's a symbolic story as Magdalene says in her own gospel of descending into your own hell, into your own shadow work, into your own darkness in order to ascend back to the light. And so in the priest and priesthood of Isis, they would reenact this story of Tammuz and Ishtar every year. The men would reenact going into the underworld. The women, their wives would come then get them out of the cave for their resurrection. Nobody was literally killed. It was a reenactment of kind of like the Ulyssian mysteries. We talked about Demeter and her daughter Persephone. The Ulyssian mysteries, which were part of the Isis and Osiris mystery schools, which was part of Magdalene and Alma Mari, yes, she was mother, were also involved and they would reenact the Demeter story before they would bring their initiates into the underground temple for three days where they would do a psychedelic like ayahuasca or peyote. So I will link that video down in the description box below if you missed that deep dive. So what we're looking at again is we're looking at a culture from Magdalene and Yashua that was steeped in Egyptian mythology. Well, let's take it back another step. What is Egyptian mythology? Who were the Egyptians? The Egyptians were the leftover Atlanteans. We know this from our look at the Emerald Tablets as well as other research that we've done on this channel. The Egyptians were the left over Atlanteans. The Egyptians were all races. They were not one race. That's why we laugh on this channel a lot about the blue people, which we have covered. I'll put that video down in the description box below as well. The blue people, if you look at all the Egyptian hieroglyphics, they show all races, white people, black people, brown people, blue people, right? And so we understand that these were the leftover people who come from the line of Atlantis after Atlantis fell, okay? And so what we know now or what we understand now is that Atlantis fell. There was a tribulation. Atlantis falling was the Apocalypse. And then there was a period of time called Tartaria. Now, Yeshua and Magdalene were kicking off the line of Tartaria. They came through at the fall of Atlantis, right? To resurrect this Tartarian thousand years of peace. With that being said, in order to resurrect a thousand years of peace, Yeshua did not die. They had five children, not one child, five. These were the Merovingians. Another topic we've covered on this channel. I'm a descendant of the Merovingians. I am a descendant of the Magdalene bloodline. What the Magdalene bloodline is, is the O-negative bloodline. That is the Atlantean bloodline. All right? If we look at the timeline of Tartaria, a thousand years of peace, and then all of a sudden what happens, Gog and Magog, which is where we are now. We have the mud floods that totally jacked up our history. Nothing we know about history is correct. And then we have Gog and Magog, where we are living right now. And then boom, after Gog and Magog, we have the ascension. The ascension comes, right? So before we get into that, before we get into the prologue, I did want to express that, okay? And if you had asked me about this like five years ago, I would have absolutely believed the narrative that they had taught us in school. I myself, I want to make this clear. I am a highly educated person. I have a lot of different papers. They mean nothing now to me, but I have a lot, right? Like I come from a very, very well educated family. Everybody, my family's a damn doctor. I didn't even know when I was a child growing up. I had no idea that university was an option. I thought that by law, everyone had to go to university. I didn't understand that that was just, well, my family, no, we all had to go to university. So I am very well educated. All right? So I want to make that clear. Like I do come from this world of academia, right? But I'm also smart enough to realize what I've been doing. And I think that's one of the most exciting things that I've discovered in this great awakening is that nothing we've been told is true. And so what are they trying to hide? How powerful is the secret that they're trying to hide to fool us in this level of fooling us? But anyway, I know that this prologue, which is Merriam of the Garden is a story and it's going to follow I believe the crucifixion of Jesus, which again, I don't believe it. Again, Jesus wasn't his name was Yeshua. We also know that Merriam Mary is a very demoralizing name back then it was. We know that Magdalene was not Mary Magdalene. She was just Magdalene. She was not from a place called Magdala. That's another lie. She was Magdalene. We know that Yeshua's mother, Mary, was Alma Mari. That's why all the women in the New Testament, their names are Mary. Did you ever consider that that's not their names? That's like a Jane Doe name. So I just wanted to put that out there, but I am going to read the prologue and I will read it as it is. But understand that as we're reading this, I do not agree with a lot of this stuff. I know a lot of you don't either, but we're just going to see it as it is before we get into the actual book. All right. So prologue, Merriam of the Garden. This prologue, Merriam of the Garden is a fictional story, a plausible setting for the rest of this nonfiction book. It is based on the gospel narratives and the culture milieu of the first century Judea. Facts gleam from Scripture and other contemporary sources create a reasonably accurate picture of how that story might have been. The greatest story never told. I wonder if Margaret Starbird is still alive. The woman who wrote this book, because actually the greatest story never told isn't the fact that Magdalene and Yeshua were married. I think we all know that at this point. The greatest story never told was the true story that Yeshua was never crucified. The thousand years of these have already happened. We're at the end of the line. We're going to ascend. I also know geographically, if you're new to this channel, it's a whole other topic, but Egypt, where they say Egypt is, where they say Israel Judea is not where it actually is. A lot of it's here in the American continent. Yeah. And with just to also say this too, with the Egyptians, with Yeshua and Magdalene being Egyptian. Again, Egyptians were all races. Magdalene herself, her mom was Kentucky, for the planet Kentucky. That was her cosmic origins, which is all of our origins. That's the 12th prize of Israel is the cosmic galactic stuff. Not from the, listen, fucking Jacob was a dipshit. I'm sorry. Like we got to stop venerating. He was, he practiced human sacrifice. And he trafficked women. Abraham was a Satanist. Remember, the God of the Bible is Lucifer. That's not the God that Yeshua and Magdalene spoke about. That's the different. That's the good God. So Magdalene herself looked a lot like me. Yeshua was black. Yeah. The pictures, if you're new to this, the pictures, they hang at your church of Jesus. Honey, that's Cessary Borgia. It's not Jesus, not Yeshua. It's Cessary Borgia. So, yes, I do believe that we are coming to the greatest story never told. And through our research, through our awakening, through our hard work, my friend Emmy, our friend Emmy told me the word rapture means to free the mind, to come out of mind control. So those of us who are coming out of the fog of mind control, we are rapturing our minds. And I do believe through our own research, we are going to use the narrators of the greatest story never told. And it will be eventually be told. All right. In this fictional prologue, the Hebrew names Yeshua, Marian, and Yoseph were used for Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. She shivered, gathering her cloak closer around her slim body. It was cool now. The blazing sun had set beyond the guard wall, beyond the temple on Mount Sime. The fragrance of the garden lulled her, easing her taunt nerves as she sat huddled on the stone bench under the almond tree. The silver of the waning moon cast shadows on the path. She rubbed her toe in a soft dust, forming gentle mounds in the loose earth. A light step on the path startled her. She tried to discern the figure whose face was in shadow and whose form was enshrouded in a dark cloak. The man observed her for a moment in silence. Like a bird, he thought so vulnerable. He spoke softly, trying to dispel her fear. Shalom, Miriam, it is I, Yoseph. And the real Joseph would have not said or Yoseph would not have said shalom because they were in the Egyptian. They had Jewish students, but they were Egyptian. The slim figure before him relaxed visibly at the sound of his familiar voice. Oh, Yoseph, her voice caught. He gazed at her with compassion. She was pale and shaken, engulfed in sorrow. He reached out his hand, an involuntary gesture spanning the fragrant darkness that separated them in the moonlit garden. Yoseph, she whispered, I'm not sure I could bear it. He tried to warn me and I thought I understood. She was trembling, shaking in the darkness. Yoseph reached for her shoulders and held her firmly. He had not realized the depth of his own pain until now. Her long, dark hair gleamed in the moonlight. Her eyes glistened with tears. Her hair was long, but it was blonde. Not that. Miriam, he said softly. He hesitated. Was she not distressed enough already? But he had promised his friend that he would protect her. And there was only one way. They must leave immediately under the cover of darkness. There was no telling when the authorities might come looking for her. Miriam, I have received a warning. We must leave Jerusalem tonight. It is not safe for you to remain here. Pilate and Herald may be searching for you. She turned away, gazing off into the shadows. Slowly she turned again to look at him. You think it's necessary for me to flee? Her whisper was very barely audible. He hesitated. Yes, Miriam, it is the only way. I promised Yeshua that I would protect you with my life. There is no choice. She nodded. Yes, Yoseph, I know. He read to me the words of Makaya, the prophet. I understand. It is for that promise I will do as you should best. But what about Martha and Lazarus? Yoseph shook his head. I did not even tell them where we are going. I have told them that I will hide you in the city. No one is to know that we are gone until the danger has passed. For now they will remain here. They will say that you are ill so that perhaps you will not be missed. We will send for them later. Yoseph had it all planned. They would travel as father and daughter, attracting as little attention as possible. No one must guess the identity of the young woman traveling at his side. The authorities would expect them to escape by sea so the ports would be the most dangerous. Instead he had chosen to flee by the land route across the desert. He had packed a few necessities for the journey and would rely on friends to support their needs at their destination. They would flee into Egypt to Alexandria. He smiled away and smiled. Her youth and beauty were so appealing. The Magdal elder daughter of Sion, the tower of the flock, she must go into the fields to live in exile just as the prophet Makaya had warned. But through her dominion would one day be restored to Sion. Again he marveled at his friend who had shown him the verses of Makaya's prophecy telling of this exile and the ultimate return and restoration of David's royal house. Not David's royal house y'all. Not David. David himself was a satanist. Yep, that's true. It's actually in the canonized bible. They didn't really hide that. He was doing human sacrifice. He was trafficking women so was his son Solomon. We're not looking for David's royal house. We're looking for the galactic lyrant which is the the lion of the cosmos not the lion of Judah. That's how the cabal inverts everything, right? But we don't we don't want to be venerating the cabal, okay? They their bloodline is David. Their bloodline is the 12 tribes from Jacob who was Israel. Our the good is the galactic cosmos. He, Yosef of Arma Thea had been charged with a responsibility of her safety. He would not fail his friend. We will go now. He told her softly, I have our donkeys tethered at the gate. I have spoken with Lazarus and Martha. We will send for them when the danger is past. I promise. She knew he was right. She had known all day that would be necessary to flee from the jealous hatred of herald. So insecure on his throne that he could tolerate no rival and from the Romans too. They feared the insurrection of the Jewish nation. We are now learning that the Roman Empire probably didn't exist. That's all probably made up so to hide tartaria. The hatred for the Jews the hatred of the Jews for the Roman forces of occupation was intense and their love and enthusiasm for the son of David who had been so brutally executed could kindle a revolution at any moment. Better that she that's why I wanted to give the disclaimer in the beginning guys because this is pure fiction. This is pure fiction. Better that she flee, least rumors of the body's disappearance spark a suicidal confrontation of the people with the power of the Roman legions. She understood young as she was. Her husband had explained it all to her holding her gently afterward while she buried her tears in the warmth of the shoulder. He tried to comfort her and she had tried for his sake to be brave but she had failed and she had seen in his eyes the anguish he felt for her and I want to make this clear too. So there was a Jewish prophecy that two teachers would come, not one. So once again we've talked about in this channel before. The Jewish prophecy was that there would be two of them and then the psychopaths called the Christian church went back and rewrote the narrative to make it one. So the two of the Jewish prophecy of the teachers that would come to usher in the new Christ consciousness, teaching Christ consciousness that would bring tartaria were Magdalen and Yeshua. But it was a Jewish prophecy but they were Egyptian. All right. I'm ready Yosef, let's go. Silently she gazed around the garden breathing in the sense of Lyme and Lily the dust in the air. I'm leaving my home she thought probably forever. My brothers and sisters the house where we grew up, the garden where we played, the garden where I first met my Lord, our enclosed garden she paused to remember. When she says my Lord she's talking about Yeshua but if you've been on this channel for a while you know that that's not who Magdalen was. She was not cowering in some garden. She was the one that actually woke up Yeshua. She figured it out first. She was the Christ as well. They both were the Christ. That's another reason why he was never sacrificed. Why would they sacrifice one without the other? They were both the Christ equally the Christ. Taking Miriam by the hand Yeshua walked slowly towards the gate the cold dust of the path pressing at their feet and open sandals. He helped his friends widow mount the waiting donkey and untighted walking slowly his staff in his hand who led the donkey away from the villa. Occasionally he glanced up at Miriam she appeared to have lapsed into an internal world of her own and no longer seemed aware of him. He walked beside her in silent communion leading her out of the village and down the winding road away from the home of her youth, away from Bethany and the Mount of Olives and out into the desert their path brightly lit by the moon and Magdalen herself she was extreme. She came from a very wealthy very powerful family so she had resources make no mistake. She she had high resources. She could smell and taste the grit when born on the desert her lips were parched her eyes burning she kept them half closed to protect them from the blazing sun and the steaming sand. She drew her cloak closer shielding herself in the hostile elements in a cocoon of light wool. Yosef walked silently by her side lost in his own thoughts occasionally seeking assurance that she was not too tired or parched careful for her comfort yet knowing that they must continue quickly on their way. She sat rocking tingly back and forth on the back of the donkey her thoughts drifting again as they had on and off for days. Her reverie was unbroken by the outside distractions for the landscape was unchanging. She remembered when she had met Yeshua she had been sitting on the bench in the walled garden of her home in Bethany. Her brother Lazarus had brought Yeshua into the garden and walked with him there in the cool shade and aware of her presence. Lazarus was not Magdalen's brother. We've already covered this. He was Mary of Bethany's brother which Mary of Bethany after probably her name was probably just Bethany was um Phyllis wife. Lazarus was not Magdalen's brother. Magdalen was the only child of her mother but had half siblings from her father a previous relationship with her father. And again, if you read the Magdalen manuscript you see this very clearly. It's very clear what happened. Yeshua they had known of each other their whole lives like Magdalen and Yeshua kind of grew up in the outskirts together. Both their mothers were high up in the priestess of Isis so they kind of knew each other but then later on as adults he came back to Egypt to the temple and she saw him at the temple. She was in the temple doing her priestess's s**t and he saw her there and she realized that they were twin. They were twin flames. They were the same soul and they were the Christ and they went through their teachings together. Their teachings were not that Yeshua was here to save you. Their teachings were how you save yourself. How you awaken the Christ within you. All right. She had heard of this man Yeshua who had not. He was the claimed throughout Judea. She knew how much her brother admired him. Now seeing him she felt drawn to him as well. He was taller than average with long, lean lines and beautiful hands. His hair and beard were neatly trimmed. His eyes dark and tense. But the most compelling aspect of a man was his calm assurance and air of authority and integrity that enhanced his statue. Then Lazarus had looked up and discovered her silently with the almond tree. He had drawn Yeshua towards her and spoke her name but no introduction had been necessary because they looked at one another for the first time and she had realized that he knew her already. He had smiled. Shalom. Peace and well-being. She had answered this time honored greeting and his look and this look that she had known herself to be beautiful. She could feel it in his eyes. She knew that she would always love this Yeshua. Her brother's friends. She had looked down in confusion, blushing her long dark tresses falling forward to hide her face. What's upsetting me is that they're making her out to be this like pathetic woman that's just like pawning over this man and that is not Magdalen. Magdalen is a whipper snapper. Magdalen is fierce. Magdalen is savage and she's fucking funny too. So I'm kind of getting annoyed that they're make painting her out to be. This is how the church wants her to be, right? This is the painting the church has painted of her. So again, pure fiction. This prologue is pure fiction. I will find Martha I've prepared something for your refreshment. She had murmured and she had fled from the garden almost tripping in her haste. Several months later they had married. She smiled now remembering how surprised she had been when Lazarus would come to her with the news that he had accepted the Galilean stranger as his brother-in-law and he was to be the bride of Yeshua of Nazareth born of the lineage of David the king. Nope, he was not born of the lineage of David the king. Nope, nope, nope, not Yeshua. That's disgusting. The cabal is the cabal is born of the lineage of David the king, not Yeshua. The marriage had dynastic importance to uniting the families of those true friends David son of Jesse and Jonathan son of Saul. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, not true. Lie, all a lie. Their friendship was a story that had been told for centuries in every Jewish home. Her marriage to Yeshua was political. No, it wasn't. No, it's not political. Not at all. Lazarus had explained to her but it was a fulfillment of prophecy that it wasn't a fulfillment of prophecy but it was not political. Lazarus and his zealot friends were convinced that the Herodian t-charks who collaborated with the Romans had usurped the throne of David. Nope, they were also convinced that God would send them a divonic messiah. Again, the word messiah means a phallic pillar, so the word messiah means penis, who would deliver the nation from the tyranny of Rome and bring about the air of peace and prosperity promised by their prophets. The stranger from Galilee had the correct genealogy and he was not also a worker of miracles and wonders, healing the sick and casting out demons. Clearly he was God's choice. Now he must choose his bride in the tribe of Benjamin for it was written in the first book of the Torah that the silver chalice was hidden in the sack of Benjamin. According to their inspired teachers, this meant that a woman from Benjamin's tribe would be the instrument from reconciliation and the healing of Israel. No, because they were Egyptian. They weren't reading the Torah. They were Egyptian. They were reading the emerald tablets, the Egyptian book of the dead, not the Torah. None of this had mattered to Miriam. The elders could give any reason they wanted for their decision. They could not hear her blood singing in her veins. Could they not hear her heart's silent song? It does not matter why he chooses me. It only matters that I am chosen. Y'all, a lot of you guys know Magdalene as well. This is not Magdalene. This is purely fiction. Pondering all these things, she had sought refuge in the walled garden, her shaded bench under the almond tree. Later, Yahshua had found her there, standing silent before her. He had held his hand. She had looked up, hesitating and shyly reached out to accept it. And every wound she had ever known had been healed. They had celebrated their marriage at the house of Simon the Leffer, only a few close friends and their families had attended. It was considered necessary to keep the marriage as quiet as possible. Least, Herod discovered that the heiress of Benjamin had been united in marriage to the heir of David. Miriam had not cared that she would not be acknowledged in public as the wife of Yahshua. It mattered only that she was the bride of the tall Galilean whose dark eyes caressed her, making her joyful and making her whole. They all knew they were married. There was no secrets that they were married. And no, I think Magdalene is pretty clear. No fucking man is going to make you a whole sister. Like that is not Magdalene's teaching. You got to be whole within yourself. The most successful relationships there are is when the man and the woman are both whole within themselves. No listen sister. Again, no man is going to is going to complete you. Wherever you go, there you are. Again, for those in the back who did not hear, wherever you go, there you are. So whether you're married or not, you're still you. You're still going to have the issue. It is up to you to heal yourself. That is what Magdalene and Yahshua taught. You have to heal yourself. You have to go into your darkness. You have to go into the underbelly of yourself to heal yourself, to find that resurrection within yourself. No one's going to do it for you. No one can do it for you. That's your power move. No one can do it for you. Only you can do it. The wedding guests have been jubilant believing that David's line would be restored and Zion liberated all nations within flock to Jerusalem to worship the Holy One in his temple as God's word spoken through the Hebrew prophets have been fulfilled. The stone water jars of Judaism has a day been filled with a new wine, the maziana coat for the future. Mary met set quietly the sight of her husband slim and lovely her dark eyes shining nope she had blue eyes. She had understood the political objectives of her brother and his zealot friends but they had not seemed relevant. All that had been important to her was the tall handsome husband to whom she was now committed. The promise of the psalmist was tucked away in her heart. Thy wife shall be fruitful vine in the recesses of your home. Amen Shalom. That night Gid held her. He had called her beloved and her joy had been unfathomable. The sense of line had drifted from the courtyard or to their room on the evening tree breeze as they slept. Y'all, they had sex before marriage. That's an immagina manuscript. They were boinking long before they got married as most people are. Let me really as most people are. So and we know marriage anyway like marriage today is cabal. It's all cabal so Yahshua spoke again interrupting her thoughts. Miriam, Miriam, here please take some water. Suddenly she was back in the present gently brushing the sand from her eyelids. Yosef was offering her the water pouch. Thank you Yosef. You are very kind. He smiled at her. He felt a great tenderness for his queen. Her safety was his sacred trust. He had promised Yahshua. It was service gladly rendered his friend. Through her the Magdal elder dominion would be restored. But now, but for now she must go into the fields to travel into exile as the prophet Makaya had foretold. Compassion for her waived over him. She was chosen for this role. But how much easier would have been if she had not been chosen? We will be in the Nile Delta by tomorrow nightfall he said to her lifting her spirits. For days he had been worried by her long silences hoping that she was not dwelling on the horrors of those last days in Jerusalem. He would have had her remain in Bethany with Martha. The soldiers of the Sanhedrin had led Yahshua away but she had insisted on matching her husband's footsteps all the way to Golgothia. Several other women had remained with her all day offering support as she stood near the cross. Still the cruelty of the Roman execution must surely have caused a great open wound in her heart like the thrust of the centurion's spear into the side of Yahshua that caused his death. Yosef thought wirely his friend hoped they could revive him after taking him from the cross before sundown but it had been too late. Could Yahweh not have intervened? Yahweh is Moloch. This is such a propaganda piece of shit this prologue. I'm sorry Margaret Starbird if you're alive and you see this. This is a propaganda piece of shit. Yahweh is Moloch. That's in the missing books of the Bible from the Old Testament. It's very clear Yahweh is Moloch the god of child sacrifice so not the god we really should be pranked do. That's the god the Cabal priests do not us though. Somehow he had let his plans be thwarted by a Roman centurion with a long spear or was the men's plan that had gone awry in any case Yahshua had died from his wounds. Now the only hope for the kingdom of God on earth seemed to rest in the exhausted woman riding in his donkey sitting from her leather water bottle and trying to protect her face from the scorching sun of the desert. She is the hope of Israel he thought for the for she carries his child. She carried five of his children. Five. They were busy. They were very busy and girl was fertile so five. Five children that lived to adulthood. Five. Maryam drew her cloak and closer trying to find shelter from the relentless blaze of the sun. She could taste the sand in her mouth, filled a sting on her face. Her lips were cracked and swollen. A wave of tenderness touched Yahshua as he yosef sorry as he gazed at her. How he had prayed for God's blessing in granting this woman a healthy child the fruit of the marriage to Yahshua. He had five healthy children. That's why the Mary of Benji online was five. Five kids, five grandkids, or five kids, multiple grandkids, multiple great grandkids, multiple, multiple, multiple great great grandkids. So as you see. The promises of the prophets of the Lord who restored the throne of the house of David in the Sunday we have filled. That's the prophecy for the Ka'baun for us. A shoot from the rod of Jesse Isaiah had Isaiah. Isaiah had foretold would be a just and compassionate ruler who would bring about peaceful kingdom of God's rule on earth. They had such high hopes. What a shock had been to see Yahshua let away to his crucifixion, struggling under the grotesque burden of the heavy crossbar, falling and trying to rise to continue his way through the streets of Jerusalem. All their dreams had been dashed as the Roman soldiers had nailed the son of David to the cross. Their horror had been magnified as the centurion thrust his lace ripping open Yahshua's side and piercing his heart. Now the hope of Israel's nationalists wrote a stray on a donkey across the parched wasteland of the desert and shrouded in sorrow and a white cloak. But yeah, I mean, like if you're praying in Molach, then you're going to get a human sacrifice. So even if, as I tell you, Yahshua was never crucified, this is a lesson though. This is a lesson because the ball, the Ka'baun, they worship Molach. They worship Yahweh and they do what? Human sacrifices. So they're getting you, they're brainwashing you by the churches to accept demonic rule. The God of the canonized Bible is Lucifer. That's not the God of the missing Gospels. The God of the missing Gospels is the true God, but the God of the canonized Bible is Lucifer. It's very clear if you read the Bible who the God is. Very clear. If people still aren't seeing that, then that's cognitive dissidence, right? That's why the church is a very destructive and dangerous cult. Miriam, surely you must be uncomfortable for these long hours of writing. Shall we stop to rest? Yosef broke the silence. She smiled wailingly at him, sensing his concern, but not really caring about her physical discomforts, pain no longer penetrated her consciousness. The separate suffering of their long journey have subsided to one low, all-encompassing ache. She slipped back into her reverie, lulled by the eternal sway of a donkey's slow gate through the endless desert dunes. She had known it was a dynastic marriage. She had not expected that Yahshua would look at it in the other light. She smiled now, remembering his tenderness, his gentle concern for her shyness. She was not shy. Girl's not shy. She could not face the bitter memories of those last days. He would not have wanted her to relive the agony in horror. Instead, her thoughts drifted back to the earlier days. They had not had many opportunities to be together. I cannot tarry, beloved, he had said. The people are wounded and oppressed. They are crippled and blind. They think that God has abandoned them. They're misery. I must go back to the streets and bind up their wounds and heal their broken hearts. And she had let him go. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. She was the actually the main one that was keeping him going because she was also had the abilities to heal as well. This is really painting her out to be just a helpless little pitiful woman in that that she was not. I'll be curious to see what the rest of this book says because of this rest of the rest of this book paints her as the powerful woman she was. I would ask Margaret Starboard why she felt the need to add this story in the beginning of the book. At first he had seemed surprised at his power to heal. He had told her once of feeling the power go from him when someone had touched his robe. He had understood that it was not his power but the power of God that flowed through him. It was in his words and his mean his inspiring presence that have captivated his friends and learned the multitudes. She'd been deeply grateful when he returned to Bethany after weeks and sometimes months traveling to remote corners of Galilee and Judah. She was always with him. They were always together. The two, again a prophecy was two not one. One can't do by themselves. It has to be two, the divine feminine and the divine masculine, the again and the yang. It had been enough for her to sit at his feet drinking in his words and his presence occasionally catching his eye or a smile. She could not tear herself away but sat mute basking in his light. Once her sister Martha had been angry because all the tasks of organizing a meal for the large group of disciples had fallen on her shoulders. Yeshua had understand and have calmed Martha with the soft word but Miriam had felt guilty and had torn herself away to help her sister with the household task. Martha was not Magdalene's sister. Magdalene had her own servant y'all. I know who her father was. I don't want to say who her father was because I'm not 100% factually sure but with my research. Her father's in the Bible. Her father was very fucking powerful. So was her mother. She had servants to do this. She's not some pitiful woman barefoot and pregnant at home sweeping up after the men. That's not how this worked. Yeshua was looking for a balance of power between the divine feminine and the divine masculine because that is what true nature is. It's a balance between Yen and Yang. In the last few months Yeshua had talked to her several times about his impending death. The people had begun to say he was the awaited Messiah, the son of David. Nope again Messiah means penis and he was not the son of David or the line of David. They had begun thronging in the streets waving palm fronds and the signs and the Masonic promises of Micaiah and Isaiah, the penis promises. He knew that the Roman authorities would not be able to tolerate turmoil among the masses and that the eruption was inevitable. A confrontation with the tear track of the Roman government would lead to civil unrest and bloodshed. He must turn himself over to the Romans before the street clashes occurred in which the innocent might be injured. Yeshua had told Miriam of Isaiah's prophecy of the suffering servant. He had tried to warn her and he had taken her into his arms to comfort her and her pain had been assonged. Now something dropped her memory, the song of course. Now she remembered why she had been so appalled when she had seen the Roman soldiers carrying lots for the robes of Yeshua as he hung dying on the cross. It was all in the song. It had been told for centuries. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? They have pierced my hands and my feet and for my vesture they have cast lots. The words seared her mind as she remembered the details of the crucifixion on Golgotha. The mode escaped her but when Yosef looked up, something in her face prevented him from speaking. He would not intrude. She seemed beyond comfort beyond the threshold of anguish where she could not be reached. He knew she thought. He always knew. This is why he showed me those scriptures that I would know that the prophecies of our people were fulfilled in him so that we could all recognize that he was sent by God. She had not fully understood it until now. God is so often scorned and tortured in his prophets. God is wounded. With a rod they shall strike the face of the ruler of Israel, says Micaiah. In suffering crucifixion, Yeshua had shown them the extreme dimension of God's woundedness. Her husband had often quoted to her from the song of songs, the hymn of the sacred marriage. Fuck no, because that was written by Solomon. Solomon was a Satanist. That's who the Freemason is. This is just a lot of shit, guys. I hope you know that. Like, this story is so fictional. It's a lot of shit. Total lot of shit. All right. For love is stronger than death, she remember now. Of course, in the ancient cult and indigenous to their land, the bridegroom God dies of sacrificial death and is buried. That's Ishtar and Tammuz, the Egyptian gods. Yes, that's what they were reenacting. Not some fucking prophecy from some Satanist. Solomon was awful. I mean, I'm so pissed. Actually, if somebody from the first Presbyterian church in Rome, Georgia is watching right now, contact me because I would like to debate you on a Zoom. Because I'm so fucking pissed that you brainwashed us in vacation Bible school to venerate a man who did child sacrifice. You owe a lot of us apologies. And I hope that you yourself come out of your indoctrination into the satanic fucking cult. That's the church. Church means mind control. That's what it means. God pisses me off. It pisses me off so much. I mean, the teaching of Magdalen and Yashua is so beautiful and it's so powerful. And it's still very much the teachings of yoga. The fact that they have the audacity to invert it and smear it and making something make it something disgusting and satanic is appalling. It's so appalling. Okay, I've already read that. Then later, after three days, he is resurrected among shouts and joys of the people who have awaited his return. He was brought, he's brought fertility to the land, renewing it through death and rebirth. You know, it's the feminine energy that brings fertility to the land. One evening, while Yashua was reclining at the table with his friends, Mary had taken an albaster veil of spikennard, part of her dowry, and poured it over his head. It was not the son of David, the anointed one, the true king of Israel and God's chosen Messiah, God's chosen penis. And anointed means to anoint someone for sacrifice, by the way. Don't get your kids baptized. That's just my opinion. It's so fucking disgusting. I do not, like, I was baptized as a baby and I say openly, I don't consent. You can't have my soul. I take my baptism back. I didn't have a choice in the beginning because my parents said it, but fuck you. I don't serve your God. I don't serve Lucifer. I don't worship human sacrifice nor do I partake in cannibalism known as communion. The God that I believe in, the God of light, the God of source, would never, ever, ever ask for a blood sacrifice and fuck you for corrupting beautiful teachings. All in the name of Lucifer. You did it for Lucifer. That's why the preachers and the priests were black robes. Wow, when I found that out. Thank you, Jordan. That's, well, same reason why judges wear black robes. They're sworn into the cult of Satan. Ask your pastor why he wears a black robe. No one's going to lie to you more than the church, than your pastor. You are being pathologically liked to on a continual basis. Many generations. My children, if I ever have children, will never set foot in a church. Never. I will not do that to them. Sorry, this is a big deal. Really mad. It really pisses me off. Yeshua had not objected to her action. Her disciples had murmured that Miriam was wasting a costly scent that Yeshua had understood. In an ointment, she was proclaiming him both peeing in bright room. She had anointed me for burial. He said she had wept for them, kneeling before him, wiping her tears from his feet with her hair. So demeaning. So demeaning. Husbands, I want your wife to do that to you. That's so demeaning. Every now, even now, she could feel the tenderness of his gaze. Tears began to well up in her eyes and heaviness enshrouded her heart. I must try not to think of sad times, she thought. Eventually, she goes off again, still writing a donkey led by Yosef. After nearly a month's journey, they reached the destination one evening as the shadows began to lengthen in the cosmopolitan city of Alexandria, which is actually, in my opinion, New Orleans. Yeshua led the, Yosef, sorry, led the donkey through the winding streets of the teeming city, seeking the Jewish shector, even though they themselves were Egyptian, not Jewish. Infinite relief and gratitude gave him her nude energy. They were safe at last. They would not be recognized in this foreign city, wasn't foreign. Far as the clutches of the usurpers of the Israel's throne, far from the high priests of the temple of Jerusalem and the Roman governor of Judea, the true queen and her son, heirs David's throne, nope, would have even there. One day through her, dominion would be restored to Zion, just as Micaiah had promised, but for now, she was safe in exile. The scepter from the branch of Jesse would preserve and the line continued through her son. Eventually, the heir of David would return to Jerusalem and claim the throne of his birthright. Oh, his rule would be established as God had promised to the prophets. So Yosef of Arimathea believed, he found the streets, he was seeking, turned towards the house of his friend and knocked on the door. Nope, no, no, no, no, no, no. Again, the greatest story never told is the one that we're burning now, that all this stuff is a bunch of bullshit. The real story, the true story is so much better. Miriam awoke to the sound of pounding and reverberated in her ears like the sound of a hammer pounding the great iron nails into the rest of Yashua. No, no, she cried out, turning violently from the noise in her half-sleeve. She fought to open her eyes, she escaped the memories, the light from the outside filter through the cracks around the door proclaiming the mourning. She was grateful, now she was fully awake. Her body was heavy with child, her arms and legs still thin. Months have passed since her journey across the desert. She had been well cared for by the friends of Yosef. They had tried to make her comfortable, tried to console her, the loss of her family and homeland. Only problem is the real Magdalene had five kids, not one, and she had a husband there to help her the whole time because he wasn't killed. He was there to help her bring in Tartaria. Mostly she sought solace in her own thoughts. She was happiest alone. The sight and smell of Alexandria did not entice her. She was content to sit in the garden watching the little birds gazing at the bright blossoms. Often she helped with the cooking or weaving chores. She enjoyed. She was content. She tried not to think of Jerusalem on the traumatic days before her departure. It did not help but only lay heavy on her heart. Now and then she wondered about the empty tomb of Yeshua. What did it mean? She was so confused and hurt. She had wanted to anoint his body as tradition expected. She had gone at first light on the morning following the Sabbath to the tomb of the Yeshua's, or Yosef's garden where they had laid the Yeshua's towards her body, but he had not been there. In terror she had fled from the empty tomb. In her confusion she had stumbled and fallen when she had gathered herself together and looked up. She had seen the gardener walking towards her desperate. She had called to him begging him to tell her where they had laid Yeshua's broken body. But then she had suddenly realized that it was Yeshua himself who approached with a joyful cry. She had thrown herself into his outstretched arms. He had gently helped her to a feet smiling at her. But at the same time shaking his head, do not cling to me, he had said. Then tenderly but firmly he had loosened her grasp and with a sigh of farewell he had faded away as suddenly as he had appeared she had been left to stare blankly at the empty garden. The child within her stirred. Looking down she smiled. It would not be long now her son would be strong and beautiful, the fulfillment of the prophecies, a just and righteous ruler, the anointed son of David. He would be most special son, the hope of Zion. She would wait patiently for God's words, be brought to completion. Awkwardly she rose from her bed and dressed for the day, securing her faith. Miriam labor was long and difficult. Several times she nearly gave herself away and enforced herself to the turn. Time dragged on. Finally after long hours had passed and the day had turned to night and then back to day she begins to be afraid and called out. The midwife bathed her forehead with cool water, gave her encouragement, whispered promises to her as she was exhausted. It must be finished, she anguished. Yet it went on wave after wave. Several times she saw the worried women exchange glances. They were losing her heart too. They had done all they could. Now she was alone and exhausted. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? The words of Yahshua from the cross echoed in her ears. I'm sure many women have got that labor though. Why have you forsaken me? Probably looking more at their husbands like you. You did this to me. Takes due to Tango. She felt herself slipping away from the pain escaping at last and then she thought about Yahshua reaching out to her, smiling at her, taking her hand in his. Gradually his strength began to seep into her, restoring life to her body, giving her renewed energy. Holy shit. They can't even like these fucking deranged people who wrote this story. Of course it has to be the man that gave the woman power to give birth. It can't be that the woman herself was just strong enough to push a human out of her vagina. Holy shit. Women, you did that women watching right now who have birthed humans. You did that. The only thing your husband participated in was the fun part. Your body changed. Your body was the portal. You are the one that literally pushed something the size of a watermelon through a hole. That's the size of a grape. That's you boo. You be proud of that. Your husband did not give you the strength to push that baby out. He might have been wonderful and in that room with you and holding your hand and helping, encouraging you but you make no mistake about it sister. Make no mistake about it. You pushed that baby out. Last wild moment of abandon to pain and then it was over. The midwife held the child finally freed from the mother's womb. She smacked the baby on the back and allowed a small shot cry of surprise. Your child Miriam, your baby lives. The midwife announced jubilant after the long desperate hours. A beautiful baby. A daughter. Shock and disbelief. Slap Miriam across the fate. It can't be. She thought what about the promises? The prophecies. There must be some mistake. It cannot be a daughter. The son of David, the scepter of Israel cannot be a girl. In exhaustion and confusion, she lapsed into unconsciousness. Women, you are valuable. I would be so stoked to have a daughter. I think I'd be a better boy, mom, if I'm going to be honest with you. I think I would be better with boys because I'm a little bit more, I'm girly. Trust. Oh, don't, don't, don't forget. Don't. Yeah. I'm definitely girly. Like I would totally rock some hair bows with a little girl, but I would be, but I'm also very active and I'm, I'm very, I'm more blunt and I think I'd be really good with little boys. But listen, if I had a daughter, if I gave birth to a daughter, oh my God, that would to me would be amazing. Like just, this is propaganda bullshit. I hope you guys know that. Women, you are just as valuable to God. You could be a prophetess too. Magdalen was. She figured it out before Yashua did. The highest IQ in the world ever recorded is that of a woman. Make no mistake. Make no mistake. Hours later, she awoke. The room was fresh and clean. All traces of the difficult birth were moved. Someone had brought red roses from the garden, placed on the base on the table near Maryam's bed. A woman was standing quietly beside her, holding a small bundle. What was it? What did she want? Maryam could not remember where she was. She looked at the woman confused and smiling wainly. Maryam, I've brought your child. You must look at her. She is a perfect, a beautiful baby. Do not turn your face away from your child. The woman seemed distressed. Her concern for the baby was real. A child whose mother scorned it rarely lived. Maryam gazed at her for a moment in silence, remembering the cloud of pain and disillusionment began to envelop her again. She turned her head away and stared at the wall. Maryam, only look at your child. See, she went first. She needs you. Do not forsake your daughter. Think for a moment. She is so innocent. She has done nothing to offend you. Can you reject your own daughter, your own flesh? From what I understand, Magdalen and Yashua had three girls, two boys. Magdalen did not listen. She did not reject her own flesh. Gradually, the words began to penetrate into Maryam's consciousness, slicing through the layers of pain. My baby, the child of my love, she thought. Now, she remembered. Yashua had wanted her to come back. He had sent her back for the sake of the child. Again, giving all the glory to the man, none to the woman. She turned back towards the midwife, hesitating and solely reaching out her arms to receive the baby. She gazed at the little red face, the tiny fingers, the infant stopped crying. Tenderness flooded Maryam as she looked at her tiny daughter resting in the crook of her arm. Each fingernail was perfectly formed. Before I formed you and your mothers when I knew you, the psalm is saying, it must be God's unfathomable will that the child of the promise was a girl. Perhaps the prophecies about the shoot from Jesse's branch have been misunderstood by Yashua's friends. Perhaps it was not God's plan for her child to return to claim throne of David and Jerusalem. Perhaps that was only the wishful thinking of men, hoping to be saved from Rome's oppression. Somehow she knew her baby daughter must embody God's plan. Sarah, she whispered. I must name her Sarah, for Sarah believed. Even when it seemed hopeless, the promise of God would be fulfilled. I do not understand everything but this I know. My daughter is God's answers to our prayers. She smiled down the small bundle in her arms, a verse from Zachariah, the prophet came to her. Not by any army nor by might, but by the my spirit, says the Lord. Comfort. She eventually slept. Her baby cradled her arm. Yosef came to sit by Maryam's bedside watching as mother and infant slept. He was taken off guard by the news that the child of Yashua might be a daughter and had never once occurred to him. His belief in a literal fulfillment of prophecy in the restoration of Sion had not left room for doubt. But the child was a girl. She could not lead the armies of the Lord into battle against the forces of Rome. They would have to resort to other plans. I don't know, dude. I don't know, man. There have been a lot of girls that have really, I mean, most of the people in our community who are, quote, unquote, drew their girls. Yosef pondered the dilemma. The other plans would not include Maryam and her daughter, but still he had promised Yashua he would protect them. The friends of Yashua would not accept Maryam now that her child had proved to be a daughter. They would never understand. There was no point in telling them, risking exposing her whereabouts. She was safer here in Alexandria, dwelling in total obscurity. Let them forget her. Let them preach the kingdom of Messiah without her. The kingdom of the penis, Siamese penis without her. He had heard of a land across the Mediterranean Sea where the grass and trees grew in profusion, where the snow covered the fields in winter, and where the grits of the desert sands would be near memory. Perhaps he should take the child to Gaul, he thought. The vine of Judah could flourish there safe from the sorrows of oppression. Yosef looked down at the sleeping mother and her child. Yes, surely they would travel on and make a new home. Gaul, in my opinion, Canada. Yo, Canadian. That's Gaul. That's the real Gaul. It was said that it was always green in the land beyond the sea and that the flowers bloomed there all year long. The god of Jacob, the holy one, would leave them to the place where it was time to plant his vine in a new garden. Yosef smiled for the first time in days. The vine of Yashua and the vine of Maryam, their descendants would flourish in the fertile land beyond the sea, and from there they would one day return to Siam to reclaim their heritage as the psalmist had promised. Like their ancestors who returned from captivity in Babylon, they could be rescued from exile. Those that sowed in tears shall reap the rejoicing. Although they go forth weeping, carrying the seeds to be sown, they shall come back rejoicing, carrying their sheaves. Amen shall well. Weaves tossed the boat, merciless waves slapped its sides, splashed the riders of the deep with brine. They clinged to one another in the dark, chant to ancient litanies to the holy one in their native tom. Yosef watched full guardian, questioning the guidance that bade him sail. With a heavy heart he shielded the woman and her child from the slash of the waves and the winds. They show no fear, trusting in their god. What courage, what strength, in view of this woman who faith has brought her to this moment of utter darkness. Gradually the storm subsides, the wind abates, the waves tamed, now rock the vessel gently like a cradle, serene on the breast of the deep they sleep, watch full Yosef standing guard, custom of the sand growl, the holy grail. Now his cloak is dry, crystals of salt from tiny stars as the summer sun dries away the water spray, but hours since threatened to engulf them, his eyes burn and sting from sleep, unslept from the bitter salt. What does he see a faint shadow there in the horizon of vision, pain-induced or land? He awakens his friends, points north across the sea. Look, our god is with us, we have found the promised shore. Maximus and Lazarus retreat the oars, abandoned in the storm, they began to row. White beaches glistened beneath an azure sky, cypress, citrus, bright wildflowers, the light their eager eyes. The men leap into the shallows and drag their ark ashore. A tiny smile now flickers on Yosef's sunburned face. He remembers Noah on Mount Ararat. They have survived the terrors of the night. My sacred charge is safe at last. The sand growl, the holy vessel of Jesse's root and Judea's vine. Be planted now beside a nurturing stream. Surely the shepherd of Israel has poured for us green pastures. He helps the queen alight. Her sandals in her hand. She waves through the shallow water to crystal sand. Regal she stands. Breeze during in her hair. Her child is safe and free at last. Martha and Lazarus too fled our terrors of tyranny and the seas caprice. Peace and joy enveloped them. She gazes tenderly at her daughter, born in desert exile. Out of Egypt I call my child Sara. God's choice was not a son to carry arms in battle. Scion of David's house and Judas' tribe, strong lion, to crush Rome's brutal fist and claim the royal throne. No God chose in time a daughter. What they sowed in tears they shall reap for joicing and they shall come home, bearing their sheaves. And you, O Magdal Elder, tower, strongholder, daughter of Scion, through you shall it come. The form of dominion has been restored. But for now you shall dwell in the fields and from there you shall be rescued. Shalom. Amen. All right guys, so next week we will start with chapter one, The Lost Bride. And I'm hoping that it won't be as bad as that. That was, God, nothing pisses me off more than a thin line, than just this drastic line. And it's literally not anyone's fault. I mean, it is to a certain extent if you refuse to wake up and do the research yourself, it does kind of become your responsibility. And actually, Emmy just told me a responsibility. I love the actual definition of responsibility, is you're able to respond to the action. It's our responsibility to respond. We have to respond to the action of research, right? And so I hope people that are still confused will do their own research. Anyway, hope you guys have a wonderful Wednesday and I will talk to you soon. Bye.