I am the Primal Christ. I am of the sacred land, first, last and always. And I am of the Mother. Whosoever believeth in the Mother comes to Me.
Perhaps it was time for the Father to take more of his place, there in Judea 2,000 years ago. But, born in that sterile, dry desert land, I could not express the essence of my being without the presence of the Mother. Where was she, then? Locked up in a chaste “virgin” woman, whose piety and ability to give comfort are legendary but whose undeniable power was defined and manipulated by the short-sighted beliefs and actions of men—in those times and later, wherever Jesus’s teachings spread. Little did those men know that by diminishing the Mother, they diminished the Father also.
I am the primal Christ. I am of the sacred land. My roots are there, my Green is there and springs from there. The green pulse of Mother Earth never stops. It may become temporarily weakened, or channeled solely into the uses of humans, in their ultimately impotent, human-created world—but Mother’s pulse never stops. It will never stop. It is the pulse of the green land that raises me up, over and over, out of the sacred land onto the earth’s surface and into the world of men and women.
I am the primal Christ. Humans are primal people. Their so-called progress into materialism and separation is relatively recent, but has borne humanity into a place of terrifying destruction, of themselves and the land. The only way back for humanity—their only redemption—is to follow me, to be initiated by me, into who they really are—to humbly receive this needed lesson of remembering, in the face of humanity’s breath-taking forgetting.
The land is IN humanity. They are OF the land. I am the primal Christ. I am the Green Christ. The lessons brought by my life in the Middle Eastern desert (corrupted though they have been) have value. But they cannot be applied or used in isolation from the land, and from that pulse of the land that dwells within every human being and always will.
To redeem means to buy back, to recover ownership. Humanity must take ownership of all of who they are. They are OF the earth, of the land. If they don’t realize this and claim this, they will never become who they really are. And, sadly, the earth and all her lands, forests, oceans and creatures never will either.
The earth is the primal Paradise. She is populated by many beings both material and spiritual—many levels of beings who are of the land, of Paradise, and, even today, are disposed to unite with humanity, if only because this is the only way we can recover our treasure together—the treasure of the primal, beneficent green land.
You are not alone! This is often said as consolation. But I say it to you today almost as a command. You are not alone! Act like it! You have great powers. Husband them into usefulness! Midwife them into regeneration! Your rebirth—the vaunted state of being “born again”—can’t happen without regeneration of the sacred land. You are fooling yourselves and causing untold misery to all of your long-suffering relatives and companions if you go along as if this isn’t true.
And forgiveness, from me or from anyone else, is useless if it doesn’t involve changing. You are in violation of my laws and those of my Mother and my Father if you continue as you are. Wake up!
I am the primal Christ. I am in you, and in the land. You are in me, and in the land. This is the priceless gift that I bring you. There is no gift more precious—to become who you are, a joyful, participating member of Paradise, here, now, in the land, on this precious earth. Awaken your green hearts into Me, and into who you truly are. Paradise awaits.
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