Jeshua on the Bone Boxes

Jeshua through Saga-Rhose

Greetings Rhose and Saga,

  About the Bone Boxes, the custom of burial and the belief system that accompanies such is ever important to those within the time and context of experiential situations, for the reality of this tradition is within the group consciousness.  Therefore, when Myself and Mine were within the incarnation of Jeshua and MiryAmah (Mary Magdalene) and family, it was within the area of the middle eastern arenas, as you know them now, that the group consciousness was so very tilted and out of balance.  So, as you already know, our incarnations played out in that area in an attempt to bring some semblance of balance to that region. With that in mind, it is important to understand also that there was need for closure for the bodies – as per that belief system – as well as those close to the ‘departed.’ The process of grieving was aided when the bodies were placed upon shelves to decompose and finally reveal the bones, or in places of dry enough climate, the bodies were allowed to mummify. This procedure gave the families and other loved ones ample time to process the situation and disconnect from the individuals involved, thus accepting the conclusion of that physical sojourn.  Then final collection of the bones and putting them in the ark, or more literally, a "Bone Box," was the final closure, as the loved ones would know, because the flesh was gone and thus their loved ones had totally transcended. This final ritual signaled the end of the mourning process.  The people needed this to accept the loss.  It was a harsh time, and it still is in many ways. You, as a species, still struggle with this separation.

Now that you understand this custom, we shall get to the time of my passing soon enough, but for the sake of explanation - there was a gathering of bones by descendents from the various places they resided at about 33 years after the final death in the close family. The last of our tightly knit group to pass was my mother, who followed my dear, beloved MiryAmah (Mary Magdalene), and by then both my younger brother, Judea James, and my dear father, Joseph, had already passed.  There were also some remains from my sisters, as well, especially my adopted sister, who never took a husband and devoted her life to the priestesses of the cross.  These priestesses were much like nuns as you have come to know them.  But back to the boxes, the descendants had father's bones and (Judea) James’ but they did not have the others within the family tomb and so they took on a mission to gather them after mother had passed.  They were confused as to whether I had truly ascended with my body or ascended without my body or what might have happened. Mother had always been guarded in that area in an attempt to keep me and my family safe. She left hints but could not chance more should the descendents be persecuted, which they were, as you are well aware.  They eventually found the remains of MiryAmah (Mary Magdalene) and took some of them.  They did not get all of them because the body had been separated, with the head missing, and so they took what they could.  They brought them back to the holy land, as they themselves called it by this time, and tried to reassemble the family remains and gain closure.  When they did this, however, they had to do it in secret, for the controversy of the family was still evident.  It was enough for them at least to have the closure they needed, for even sorrow can be genetically carried and they had deep wounds within their very beingness because of our suffering.  They did this to heal themselves and all others that would follow.  What they did not realize was that with the bones of my beloved wife, some of my own rested also. They still felt me lost or ascended with the body. Had those who discovered the boxes bothered to keep the bones they found therein, they would have realized that within the MM box there were two individuals – both of us. Within my Mother’s box were the remains of some of my sisters also.  There is much truth in what the guardians have told you, that truth lies in the stones and the bones.  They tossed out what could have told them so much.  Why?  Because they were so afraid that what they think is true, the walls of the belief system that holds their false security, might indeed have crumbled.  They were simply too afraid to think outside of the box, as you already know.

Judas, son of Joseph, as inscripted on the box that some believe are my remains, is rather that one who physically seemed nearly my twin, my dear brother, Judea James.  If they but would have inspected the bones they would have found the marks left by the stones used to end his precious life.

I hope this has clarified the issues somewhat for now.  I don't want to move into the passing phase of my Jeshua life memory as of yet for I am not at that place in my story.  I want you to be able to move though the life as I did and should I move to the death phase it shall not allow the natural unfoldment of the account, and the emotional progression will not play out as I felt it.

Blessings, Beloveds,

Jeshua

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