for many years now, the “Star of David” has for me been the symbol of Melchizedek, an order of angel mentioned in Genesis and elsewhere in the Old Testament and in the Letter to the Hebrews in the New Testament; I was told in maybe 1992, in a deep trance, “Melchizedek … Melchizedek is an order of angel … Melchizedek comes to a planet in trouble to prepare it to receive the Christ … the Christ does not come to a planet without Melchizedek … Mary Magdalene was of the Order Melchizedek …”
In the New Testament Letter to the Hebrews is said, Jesus Christ is high priest in Melchizedek …
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Presented below is a string of emails started by Jason, a fellow I met years ago in Key West but hardly remembered any of what he described we did together. His first email was written under the subject heading, “Life is a strange tale”. I tried to fix typos in the many emails which followed, but I imagine there are still quite a few. It’s kinda long, you might wish to fetch provisions to tide you over. It does, however, tie up a lot of loose ends and answer many questions raised in the New Testament, in my own mind, which I for some time have felt should be put into one body of writing for what, if anything, it might be for for other people. I had no clue it would end up where it went, when I first heard from Jason:
Following her announcement, Rice’s renunciation of Christianity was commented upon by numerous journalists and pundits. In an interview with the Los Angeles Times, Rice elaborated on her view regarding being a member of a Christian church: “I feel much more morally comfortable walking away from organized religion. I respect that there are all kinds of denominations and all kinds of churches, but it’s the entire controversy, the entire conversation that I need to walk away from right now.” In response to the question, “how do you follow Christ without a church?” Rice replied: “I think the basic ritual is simply prayer. It’s talking to God, putting things in the hands of God, trusting that you’re living in God’s world and praying for God’s guidance. And being absolutely faithful to the core principles of Jesus’ teachings.”
Subject: RE: Life is a strange tale.
Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 23:18:47 +0000
I agree about your experience with Him not being your choice. But being that He is infinite, eternal, omniscient, unchanging and all things are done through Him, given enough time your experience will change, whether it’s while you’re in the body known as Sloan Young Bashinsky or out of it, or in another by another name, time will tell. After all, it is not God that evolves through time, but our perception and perspective of Him.
I also agree with that, because I’ve been pretty meticulous about the content of it. And I’ve directed the conversation in a way as to talk about other topics besides you or your experience in specifics, as your emotionality concerning it, and how real it is to you, is counter-productive at times. Passion is not a bad thing, but it makes a poor captain. Better to let reason steer your emotions and not vice versa, whether you’re one of the many unwilling-walking-wounded or not. But, whereas I had hoped for a possible interpretation or brainstorming from you, concerning some ongoing, recurrent signs and symbols given to me since 2005, I think I’ve heard enough for the moment. If I’m directed to, I’ll be in touch.
Subject: RE: Life is a strange tale.
Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 04:49:00 +0000
Inverting that, the angels keeping Earthlings in the dark about Mary mother of Jesus molesting Jesus in his youth, and how that caused him to not care that much for her, while at the same time it made him prone to let her talk him into making the first reported miracle, water into wine, which led him into a ministry of miracles, which distracted from the life teachings, and led to a religion focused far more on miracles than on living and doing good, created a huge disturbance in the collective soul of Earthlings, which, unless the angels contained it in their ways, bled unrecognized out of the collective subconscious into all of Earthling affairs. A micro view, a girl molested in childhood by her father has all sorts of troubles later in life stemming out of the incest buried in her subconscious. When Jesus finally told his father what Mary had done, Joseph’s heart failed him, he collapsed and died in Jesus’ arms. No love lost between Jesus and his mother, whom the Vatican elevated to the Mother of God and worships. Well, that’s the way it was explained to my 6th wife and I by Jesus and his mother in mid-2000, and what happened to my wife right after that was the proof we had been told the truth. Before the revelation, I started thinking, and telling my wife, that I was hearing there was an evil greater than Lucifer, and finally she said Archangel Michael told her that if I could conceive an evil greater than Lucifer, then it existed. Then came Jesus and his mother with the news, which, its suppression by the “good guys”, was the evil greater than Lucifer, was the way it looked to me. I was furious, because I knew the havoc that cover up had wreaked in the collective soul of humanity, especially in the Christendom quadrant.
P.S. RE: Life is a strange tale.
I spent a good while yesterday putting all of our email correspondence into an unpublished draft in a new page at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. Page titles show in the top header and are far more available for the public than are posts, which get buried under prior posts. I personally have zero problem publishing all of it, including this and perhaps later emails between us, but I don’t yet know what my editorial board wants me to do with it.
I had no right to attempt to call you out on your sins, whatever they may be, I am a sinner myself you know. Will you forgive me for it?
sloan bashinsky 1/31/14
My sins are many, Jason, I have published the worst of them several times. I do not view my multiple marriages as sins. Each of those women was arranged for me to be with, that was crystal clear even when I met some of them before I was “waked” up, and it remains crystal clear. Now, how I behaved toward/with them, that’s another matter altogether. I did worse with some than with others. Fathering my two daughters left much to be desired. Michael told wife six and me after Jesus and his mother came to us, “We are all fallen angels.” Indeed, how can anyone who has not fallen be of use to the fallen? How can one who has not fallen know what is needed for one who has fallen? By the end of the parable of the prodigal son, which son would you rather be? The prodigal or the miserable jealous older brother? No choice for me. The prodigal.
The way I was taught to deal with my fuck ups was to admit them and apologize. That’s how I go about it. I did that today with two people where I live, one is my landlord, over the same incident. I told them I should have kept my big mouth shut the other day over something I did not keep my big mouth shut about. When they tried to sluff it off, I said, no, I should have kept my big mouth shut. I did not ask them to forgive me. I do not ask for forgiveness, because that puts pressure on the person I abused, and is selfish on my part. Repentance should request nothing back; it is its own reward. What the other person does with it is on him/her. I’m not mad at you. You and I have had very different experiences. Only a few of my wives and the male friend who held my hand through the molestation healing were able deal with what all I shared with them of my own experiences. Well, that’s how I see it. If my editorial board thinks I’m wrong, they will tell me.
Can you tell me Dustin’s last name so I can try to locate him?
In dreams last night, I was told to change the pic leading into our emails, in what I had posted. I just did that. The editorial board took its time, since that pic was in the post for two days before I published it. The two pics now there are more appropriate for the mainstream ordinance, even though I still like the pic I was told to take down.
I’m going to share more about what all I experienced, it will take a while, but it seems I was generally pointed in this direction in other dreams last night.
Back in the 1988, as I recall, I read the text of A Course in Miracles, which probably is the best treatment on projection ever. And, probably the best treatment ever on how to respond to what punches our buttons – do nothing. Marinate in it. As I recall, in the part of ACIM about forgiveness, it is said forgiveness is a human invention and does not pertain to God. In the parable of the prodigal son, the father was simply glad his lost son had come back home; the father was not angry with his son for what all he had been doing for all of those years.
I went through something similar with my younger daughter a few months back, when he wrote to me after 14 years of silence. I was not mad at her, I loved her, there was nothing to forgive. It was not nearly as dramatic as the prodigal son story, I have not heard from her since I wrote back to her. I don’t worry about it, it’s not anything I can make be different. I love her older sister, too, who has yet to communicate with me since early 2000. No reason given. There is nothing to forgive. I love her just as much now as I did when she was a little girl. I love them both like that.
As I wrote to you once before, you and I were brought into a new way very differently; for me it was a long drawn out ordeal, many, many steps, progressing I hope, but sometimes it seemed I was going backward. In the black night, during 99.9999 percent of that it seemed I had been abandoned altogether. The human part of me still frets, of course, over some things that have happened in the past, but mostly I am focused on dealing with what is right in front of me in the way I am trained and am being led. It’s a really simple program driven by what happens in my life on this world. I don’t dwell on the afterlife as it might pertain to me. I have no clue what the afterlife will be like for me.
Engagements such as you and I have had lately are quite a trial for me, and perhaps were arranged, in part, to show me that what I use do, before I taken out of it and put into politics, I like less than politics, so I should quit bitching about being put into politics. There were a few others who had been woken up, some more so than other, who came along after I was thrown into politics. We danced a while, then they move on. As time passed, they faded, and new experiences kept engaging me. I do not think I am required to like all people, but I am required to treat all people fairly, which might look differently to them than it looks to me and my editorial board. I am not allowed to be vindictive, and when I am, I get clobbered. Your path is not known to me; I was simply shown to give you some possibilities and to tell you what led you to where you are today, which was done for me starting a little more than 20 years ago.
I am an incarnation of the soul which was Judas, who today is not understood in Christendom, nor is Jesus, nor Magdalene. An Episcopal priest once told me that Judas’ only real sin was killing himself, all the disciples betrayed Jesus, we all betray Jesus. That conversation occurred during the middle of the black night, just after I’d been told in my sleep, “The reason you are having this experience is because you once were Judas.” I was proactively suicidal. The priest’s words encouraged me to try to hold on.
I had told him about the dream and he had reacted strongly, said that dream could not possibly have come from God!” I said, how could he know that for sure? He paused, said, well, he could not know for sure. I could have shown him passages in the Gospels where Jesus and the disciples spoke of reincarnation, but instead, I said, let’s not linger there; tell me about Judas. After the priest gave me his take on Judas, I told him what his words and done for me and he said he hoped I would hang on, and somehow I did hang on, or something caused me to hang on.
Of course, I had been Judas in many ways in this life up to that point, and would be again my earthly activities. However, I already had been told a few times before the black night came that I had been Judas. My third wife was convinced of it, and that she had been Magdalene. My fourth wife was undecided, and when I went into the black night, she turned away from all things mystical, and I can’t say I blamed her.
My fifth wife, who was a devout Christian and attended the same Episcopal church where that priest was rector, the same Episcopal church in which I had been Christened and forced through confirmation by my mother, which led to my eventually rejecting church, but not Jesus nor God, understood I had been Judas. My sixth wife sometimes called me Judas. My seventh wife understood I had been Judas. It was not debated, it was accepted.
Jesus, Magdalene and Judas were a triad, a team, from the get go. They had their respective roles to play. They met privately and discussed the upcoming skits unbeknownst to the other disciples. Judas was adamantly opposed to miracles, he was convinced they would distract people away from the life teachings. He was adamantly opposed to the crucifixion for the same reason, that, and he didn’t want Jesus to take the risk. Yet, he went along with it because he was the only one who would play the betrayer role. So distraught was he later, that he killed himself.
The priest told me, if Judas had not killed himself, God would have used him mightily. I said, and then there would have been no need for Paul? The priest seemed caught short, in thought. Then he said, perhaps so. So it was not a joke, nor a bludgeon, which I dropped on you the other day. It was a kindness to me to have been shown what I was being taken through – Judas’ karma. There was other karma, awful karma, from this life.
I molested my 5-year-old sister when I was 15. I had not yet reached puberty. It was driving me insane, and I was telling no one. Even so, I may be roughed up by that karma for the rest of my life, and maybe beyond that. There is other karma from this life, but what I did to my sister probably is the greatest karma from this life. I never asked to be forgiven for it, not by her, not by God. I admitted my wrong and apologized, and encouraged her repeatedly to seek professional help. All of which I published from time to time.
During the three temptations, Jesus was tested re making miracles, invoking the angels. He declined to make miracles, invoke the angels. After the three temptations, the devil left Jesus to return at a more opportune time, is said at the end of that passage. When was the more opportune time? Probably all in Christendom would say, when Jesus was on the cross and asked God, “Father, why did you forsake me?” Consider, though, the wedding when the wine ran ran out and Mary badgered Jesus to make new wine and he did not want to make it but finally he gave in to her. That was the first miracle. The first of many.
Today, Christendom is based on miracles, that is the center stage. The greatest miracle, actually, is not the resurrection, which was a near-death experience. Joseph of Arimethaea and Nicodemus gained permission to take Jesus down from the cross long before a crucified person usually would be taken down. They lathered his body with aloes and myrrh. Aloe is a powerful wound healer, myrrh increases white cell count dramatically to fight infection. They wrapped him in clean linen (bandage) and put him into Joseph’s own tomb and rolled the rock over the entrance. Then, the angels ministered to Jesus and he came back from the dead, which many people would later report having themselves done and it was called a near death experience, or NDE.
If men rolled the rock over the entrance to the tomb, men could reopen the tomb. So could angels, if they wished.
To whom did Jesus first speak after he came back from the dead? Mary Magdalene, his wife. Of course, he would speak first to her. Of course, he would tell her to go to the disciples where they were hiding and tell them she had seen him and he would be with them soon. When she went to the disciples and told them, Peter was bent out of shape that Jesus had sent a woman to them, the woman, in fact, which Peter well knew, as he was around them and knew what was going on between them. In public she had washed Jesus’ feet with her own hair and tears, and had anointed his feet with precious ointment she scarce could afford. What do you supposed she washed and anointed him with in private?
After he was done turning the disciples over to the Holy Spirit, Jesus asked Magdalene to leave Palestine with him, and head east. But she did not wish to leave her culture, and he went on alone, leaving her and their yet unborn child behind. The child came. The persecution of Christians came. Magdalene eventually fled with her child to southern France – she left her culture anyway. A Christian sect called the Cathars sprung up around that child and Magdalene. Generations later, the Cathars were wiped out, their churches and libraries sacked and burned, by nations allied with the Vatican. But the child had survived and her bloodline would eventually spread all over the world. People today, with traces of her blood coursing in their veins, do not feel like they are from this planet.
I was not told told that directly, but read of it in Holy Blood, Holy Grail in the early 1990s, when I was with wife 3. We both were told to accept what was in that book about Magdalene, the child, the Cathars, the bloodline of Jesus and Mary Magdalene.
Wasn’t long before I read that book, that wife 3 asked me if I knew anything about Melchizedek?, which was mentioned in a soul alchemy book she was reading in bed beside me one night. I said there was a Melchizedek in Genesis, who had ministered to Abraham, and Abraham had tithed to that Melchizedek, and eternal being in human form. Did she wish for me to try to get more information? Yes, she said. So I put my book down and stretched out flat in bed and closed my eyes and she began lightly stroking my chest, which we had learned would put me into a trance and then information would come to me from beyond.
Nothing happened at first. Then, I told my wife something seemed to be coming … from really far away … from some place I’d never gotten information. It came slowly, about fifteen seconds, maybe 30 seconds between each statement, which leads off the page “a gospel of Jesus, a reincarnation of Paul” at www.goodmorningbimingham.com.
“Melchizedek … Melchizedek is an order of angel … Melchizedek comes to a planet in trouble to prepare it to receive the Christ … the Christ does not come to a planet without Melchizedek … Mary Magdalene was of the Order Melchizedek …”
That was wife 3’s and my mystical introduction to Mary Magdalene and Melchizedek, an order of angels in which the Letter to Hebrews says Jesus is high priest. Except back then, we did not know what was in Hebrews.
Now in early 1999, I was with wife 5, the devout Christian who attended the Episcopal church in which I had been christened and forced through confirmation by my mother. I was becoming aware of being taken pell mell into the Melchizedek initiation, which probably had officially begin with the black night, which came upon me in early February 1997 and ran 16 months, and right when I was coming out of it, and out of the clutches of psychiatry and its awful drugs, which alone had nearly killed me, I was put with wife 5, the devout Christian. She had been told by God, she later told me, that a man was being brought to her who would put God first, and her second. That became the testing ground of our relationship, as she tried to get me to put her first and God second, which in October 1999 caused God, she told me in great distress, to tell her she was not the one, which led to my being put with wife 6, whose hand I already was holding as Jesus, Michael and Magdalene were healing her of being sexed from age 3-age 18 by her father.
Anyway, in early 1999, I was really under the weather, barely able to get out of bed. One morning, a Pentecostal Christian I had met a few months prior, who was under the care of three different psychiatrists and taking pills all three had prescribed for him, he had told me, called to say during his prayer time that morning, God had told him to tell Sloan he should read the Letter to the Hebrews. I thanked the caller and got out my Bible and read Hebrews.
It is a scolding by an anonymous author of Jews who had entered the Melchizedek initiation, perhaps they had known Jesus personally, perhaps his disciples, for turning away from their path and going back to their old ways. The author told them they should be eating meat, they should be teaching, but they were still drinking milk. The author warned them of the grave peril they faced of turning away from the path on which they had embarked, and urged them to return to it.
There was more, but that was the gist of what I needed to see in that moment. I understood what was happening to me, I was in the Melchizedek priest initiation. My outside/human life events cranked up in chorus with the revelation. That was when I came to understand Mary Magdalene had authored the Letter to the Hebrews, and that is why it was anonymous, because it was known back then that no man would read it, if it was known a woman had authored it.
Wild would be understatement. Wife 5 was bouncing all over the place. I was head over heels in love with her, wanted to grow old and die with her. Alas, she was not ready, or maybe not willing, to leave me to God to develop me. I was not a Christian. I did not have a paying job. That proved more important to her, even though she was repeatedly told by God, she kept telling me, that my job was what God was doing to me and I was the man God had chosen for her. It broke both of our hearts when she was told she was not the one. Alas, I had told her that was going to happen, if she did not stop trying to change me to suit her.
After we were broken up, she emailed me that God had told her to tell me that “Adam must anchor into God for both Adam and Eve, and let God discipline Eve.” I did not like hearing that, it didn’t seem fair to Adam. Later, though, I accepted it, because I knew how truly difficult it was for any woman to be on this world where humanity had rejected the feminine. In Christendom, Eve is blamed for everything that went wrong. It is not admitted that Adam chose to fall with Eve, when he could have stayed with God. It is not understood that Eve was designed to be curious, and Adam was not. It is not understood that the fall was necessary, because only by falling and experiencing absence from God, could Adam and Eve (humanity) appreciate being with God.
Wife 5 and I were told to view our relationship as “paradise mating” – an Adam and an Eve candidate being paired and taken back into Eden together, hand in hand. Between the horrific tests, we had many tastes of the paradise energies – wonderful beyond human belief – to encourage us to hold the course. However, to be allowed into Paradise for good, as a couple, we had to be purified in fire, right, administered by the two Cherubim with the fire swords guarding the Tree of Life and its ways, as per Genesis. God never told Adam and Eve they could not return to Eden. Jesus and Mary Magdalene made the paradise return to Eden up to when Magdalene chose to remain in Palestine. That is the great tragedy in the Gospels, their love story was nearly all but omitted.
The other great tragedy was the greatest of all the miracles – salvation via believing Jesus was the son God, who died for our sins. If that was all it took to get into heaven, then what was the point off Jesus in the Gospels spending so much time telling his disciples and other people how to live correctly in this life? That was what what bothered Judas, too. It bothers me today, as well. Yet, who can say what is God’s plan? All I will say is I bet my life and soul God’s plan is far more generous than the plan I grew up hearing, the plan my 5th wife maybe still believed after she and I were rent asunder by what had joined us together. Yet, after that, she sometimes came in dreams with information, suggestions, for me. As do all my 7 wives, as do my daughters, as do girlfriends whom I did not marry, as to women friends and men friends, as do my father and mother and brother and grandparents. and my father’s second wife, and my former inlaws. I do not recall my sister coming to me in a dream.
Maybe you and your wife are going to be put into paradise mating, like me and wives 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7 were put. Maybe you and your wife already are in paradise mating. HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale, which was put through me in May and June 2001, is about paradise mating, and the healing of a woman who was forced into incest by her older brother and their backwoods Christian parents sided with the older brother and drove their daughter insane until she forgot it all, and then she was sort of okay, like the living dead are sort of okay. But without that history, her side of the strange tale could not have been told. Her fellow had his own demons to be healed. And, they had to learn that God’s will, not theirs, be done.
Amazon.com has it now in trade paper back and in Kindle, in English and in Spanish. The Kindle English can be previewed through the first three chapters, which is before the paradise mating part starts. The Spanish edition is at amazon.com.es.
In retrospect, all of that above seemed generally suggested in dreams last night. In one part of a dream, I was told I could not speak any more with children. I woke and thought, meat instead of milk, and started adding in most of the details as they came into my thoughts as I was typing. I later went back over it and tried to fix typos and related flubs, probably missed a few, and to make a few parts more clear/complete.
Perhaps more later.
Regarding any finite being’s relationship with the Infinite being, he, she, or it can only be female in relation to God. We cannot transmit anything that we have not already received from Him. Thus, we are only receivers in regards to God, and may only be a transceiver when God wills us to transmit to some other finite being.
What is repentance, but the desire to be forgiven and turning away from immoral behavior?
What is faith, but not only trusting that God is good, but remaining loyal to Him even when we are being sorely abused by the world He created? Faithfulness is fidelity, not belief.
If not for your childhood introduction to Jesus and God, in the contexts of religion, how would you have known who was talking to you when They began talking to you. If not for the Episcopal priest, would you have committed what is essentially the murder of one’s self? If not for a Baptist church leader, whom God introduced to me at my library job, I would not have made it through my dark night to be interacting with you now…..You see, even for those who are slated to go beyond organized religion, in their increasing familiarity with God, He is using religion and religious people, to further His plan, regardless of what stumbling stones you still have regarding it.
Again, I must remind you that believing your experience means the same to me, or can be applied to me, is an ASSumption.
Of all my travails(physical and emotional childhood abuses included) and sins(I killed a cat once in cold blood), which are between me and my Creator, sexual molestation, either given or received, has not been my lot (Thank God).
I am not permitted to give you Dustin’s surname, nor may I elaborate any more of my experience with you. But if you ask forgiveness from the Lord, in true repentance, you will be forgiven your sins.
Vaya con Dios,
- Life is a strange tale, far stranger than Key West, where it is said the weird turn pro: a gospel of Jesus, Mary Magdalene and Judas, a reincarnation of Paul
In fact, wife #3 did not like it so much, having been Magdalene, that she switched lanes for money and became a Buddhist. She is a licensed clinical social worker and a teaching member of Sandplay Therapists of America.
I didn’t like having been Judas, either, but I did not switch lanes, and it cost me a great deal of heartache in lost love relationships, and a great deal of money, and horrendous dark nights of the soul, and I ended up homeless.
I gave up everything, as Jesus told his disciples in the Gospels they would do, if they followed him. He also told them, if they abided in him, they would come to know the truth and the truth would make them free. To that, I would add, living the truth would make them free. Yet they were not free; their lives were required in service to God for so long as they lived on this world.
Your and my correspondence had, for me, the unexpected effect of having me write down a “brief history of time”, my own, with Jesus, Michael, Magdalene-Melchizedek and God. Something I had written in scattered ways in the past, but not in all one clump. And, it had the effect of bringing in Paul, whom many Christians I have known seem to prefer to Jesus.