"I Do Not totally remember The Church Service at Saint Paul's Easter Sunday, 2000, when I took Christ, in the spirit, to the service...
I Did Not really know what to expect...
I left my mind blank and free of any presuppositions about whether Christ would physically appear visibly for the congregation...
It just seemed to be the right thing to do.
Up in my apartment, He had been with me visibly, like a human body halo.
I Could Not ignore His spiritual presence...
He had also spoken to me, just after Jeanine had abandoned me, in an audio vision, where He groaned three times...the deepest, most Lordly, Godly groans I have ever heard.
He said, quote, unquote, using a word beginning with C, my father used one night when he was very drunk, "Is astrology your nemesis, conundrum, or catharsis???"
I was shaken and spooked and said, "KNoooooooow???" as if telling Him to know my mind.
Then He asked me, "Do you want this to continue???"
As I was thinking of the theoretical skull-whips shooting through my feet, I said again, "KNoooooooowwww?????"
Then He vanished.
Then I could see Him standing behind the TV in my old apartment.
I began working on the Web Page Opera with Him standing behind the TV, in the spirit.
We paced each other visually for five years while I worked on Barâ-t and went around town listening to my inner voice telling me about the reincarnated children who once were gods, goddesses, and reincarnated historic kings, queens, and other religious and governmental leaders...
It was a stressful workout for both of us...
After I went to Cuyahoga Falls to ask Jeanine personally about the 300 phone calls I had answered, one with Jeanine's voice sighing from the other end of the line, and the police accosted me, I came home and decided to take Christ over to the Park Motor Inn to see the woman I had determined was the reincarnation of Mary Magdalene...
Recently, after Jeanine had completely abandoned both of us, Christ began absolutely pounding on the floor in front of the 'out of the body' spirit I thought to be Jeanine, sitting on the end of my bed.
We went to Saint Paul's.
I walked in.
The 1983 Jeanine sat on one side of me.
The 1998 Jeanine chained to a post in my back yard sat on the other side of me.
We looked to the table below with two thick white candles burning on a white linen sheet spread over it.
I could see these spirits sitting next to me.
I could also see Christ, first kneeling at the corner of the table with the two burning white candles on it.
Then He got up and walked around and stood between the table and the Priest's pulpit.
He looked more Lordly and Graceful and Godly than anyone else I've ever seen.
In the spirit.
He moved around the table, between the table and the pulpit for about 10 minutes, then the service began.
We sang a hymn.
Then the Priest took the podium.
He began to describe how Magdalene didn't 'git it when she saw that Christ's body had disappeared.
Magdalene did get it.
Christ had fortold He would rise on the third day.
She knew it.
When she came to the tomb and found the huge stone rolled away, she immediately deduced, particularly after He raised Lazarus from his tomb, that Christ had risen. But she wanted proof.
She could see the footprints of the Roman soldiers around the giant stone which had been rolled away.
She could also see that they came running out of the tomb because they had expected to see the corpse, but found nothing.
Clearly, she could see the whole truth at the tomb and immediately wanted the disciples to confront the Romans.
She told the disciples to hunt for where the Romans had taken the body.
I was immediately offended with the Priest for such non-deductive reasoning applied to the scripture and his abusive language towards Magdalene, Christ's wife and my former mother, denigrating her in front of the congregation and Christ and me.
The Priest kept repeating it, "Magdalene just didn't 'git it!*&$##!"
I listened to him repeat this abusive language five times.
I began looking to see if Christ was going to get up and yell, "Silence!!!"
He had moved to the side of the pulpit and was praying on His knees.
I became more and more offended with the Priest, the church, and the whole damn thing.
I got up and began to walk out.
When my foot hit the bottom of the stairs, the Priest insinuated something even more abusive and offesive, and Christ's spirit, now prostrate on the floor, suddenly whooshed out the door ahead of me.
Apparently Christ had finally become offended at the Priest also!!!
I followed Christ out the door.
I had expected Him to be made visible, but, it didn't happen, and the whole Church Service was so offensive to us that we had to get out of there before any more offensive language was spoken by the Priest.
I went back to Saint Paul's and took the photographs.
The Christ spirit, I put in the photo with my computer, as He was seen by me.
Then I had a guy take a photo of me standing at the bottom of the stairs.
The photo of me completely surprised me.
I AM not visible???
At the bottom of the stairs???
On the film???
How this???
I just got done moving to my new residence @ 706 Braxton Place, Madison, WI 53715.
What I Have Discovered is that Magdalene also is here in the spirit, in an 'out of the body' experience and has been watching me and Christ and Jeanine in the spirit in this tiny, cramped apartment.
All four of us now sit from time to time on the park benches between apartments here with the pleasant, outdoor atmosphere...
Neil Hoffman, the guy that died and I had determined was formerly Joseph of Arimathea, genetic father of Jesus, is also here with me in the spirit.
There are others.
Jerry Garcia, formerly Saint Joseph the Virgin Mary's husband and bed-mate, Astolfo from Arthurian times, and the present Nancy Heathering's Man.
Mae West...apparently for Gib Dökken my former landlord.
It is Not Easy on these beings...
I will continue on alone and try to get God's people to recognize these things.
Parallel reincarnated soul mates...
"And The Dawn Of The Age Of Aquarius!"