Volumen I, The 13th Aposlte; James Writes to Martha, AD 35

Selection from a scroll fragment discovered 2016 in the Antarctica, uncovered by a geological team. It appears to be a letter from the Apostle James to Martha, his wife in Magdala. Written AD 35, 17 months after Resurrection. In it James reveals to his wife that there are some issues with Mirium's authority as Head of the Elect, the Holy Twelve and the New Church of Christos.

James, Master of the Holy Twelve, Elect of Jerusalem

To Martha, Sister Wife in peace
I send love from love
Grace from grace
Faith from faith
Life from holy life

Greetings

I am writing to you Martha, my devoted and patient wife from the community near Pieria. We are staying with Brother Phillip and Sister Naomi while they prepare to depart for Greece, Naomi and the children, young Justus and baby Libi are going to accompany Phillip on the first leg of his ...[ministry?] She is a faithful woman and has earned the respect of all .... [we] are comfortable and well received. I am glad for a respite from the road; it has been a dusty journey from Jerusalem.

We await the arrival of Mirium and her entourage; they are expected... from Antioch. We will have our meeting and then I will be coming home to you, sweet Martha and our brood. How I miss you all. I am enclosing copies of our latest correspondence and Miriums' manuscript. These are for eyes of The Holy Twelve only. There they can be copied again and sent out for safe keeping. Mathias is also enclosing some completed works for storage in Nazareth.

I am pleased to inform you that we are making progress with our scribes. Before Mathias and I set out we instructed them to continue translating and copying all the sacred texts. Whatever they could uncover of Enoch, Adam, Moses, Isaiah; everything. Of course all the recent works of the Elect and the words and deeds of Yeshua and the witness of his Apostles and converts. Scribes are traveling to each community and taking inventory of all the books of knowledge and works of prophecy. These are then dictated or recopied by a seeming endless army of these dedicated Hakamin!

Image I: Fragment of scroll found in 2016

Letter from Apostle James to Martha ISPNng

It is Mathias, the most resourceful man, who deserves so much of the praise.  His energetic work is a joy to watch. I believe he derives satisfaction from every word. He has already completed Enoch’s works into multiple copies of Hebrew, Aramaic, Greek, Latin, the languages of Africa, the Northern Tribes and ancient, lost languages including Etruscan. He puts them on parchment, waxed wood and tablets and linen. He has a priestess from Germania, who has created inscriptions using ancient Celtic methods, such as carvings and symbols which are then etched in stone, and amulets; he leaves hints everywhere. I believe he has agents working for the Pharisees and with the priests of Rome, as scribes they leave marks of Truth, he hides them in caves; water proof containers which he casts into the sea, traveling troupes find them hidden in their carts when they have traveled far.

Whenever we visit the city, he searches for scribes newly arrived; seeking linguists of every language. He wants to ensure Logos is hidden in plain sight. There for all the Sons of Man to see. I laugh now thinking of him,  bent over his desk, his shoulders hunched, a stilus in hand, fingers stained with ink, black eyes sparkling under that thatch hair! He is a clever man and devout man our Mathias. He sends his love to you. At the moment he is with Josephus recently returned from Armenian. They are planning to inventory the library in Cana. Mathias discovered a trove of healing books while we rested there, he says there are still many original text, handed down from Abraham. Some are intact.

A problem has arisen; I wish I need not speak of it for I know Martha, my beloved how you labor in our community and work ceaselessly with the converts. You do not need another burden and I know you will view it as such …

… [Cephas] has returned from Qumran with ideas about the future of the church. It seems our Brothers there question the role of Feminine authority and her ability to lead because she is a woman. Many of Yeshua’s teachings are as new to them as to the Pharisees and Caesars of Rome. ..

…[Qu]mran has ever been a male community. They have tilled the soil of Engadi in the desert oasis west of the Dead Sea for millennium. Still they live like monks, organized into a strict order who observe both written and oral Law with passionate exactitude, but I fear, not enough joy… it is there that the Baptist as the Romans are calling our lost Brother John, began his ministry and I believe there is some envy over Yeshua’s successful resurrection. …

Cephas, ever hot-headed is being lead by his pride asking why Yeshua would want a woman to lead the Church and not him! She led while Yeshua still walked among us, why should his departure make a difference? Whether he is desirous of the leadership himself or is simply reminding us of the difficulties we endure because of the prevailing attitude toward women and their roles? I worry that he will unwittingly allow for Mirium to be set aside.

I trust that the Apostles and the Holy Twelve will remember how Yeshua respected and loved …

[witho]ut the balance of the Feminine and Masculine; this is at the heart of the Law! Yeshua said, ‘God created mankind in the Divine image male and female, and all nature is in the image of God’. In her last letter Mirium said the day will come when she will have to stoop to cultural pressures that will make it difficult for her to continue her ministry, political pressures and threats from assassins will force her to flee from land to land, in disguise. Mirium has always known what is to come. She is the head of prophecy. She recently warned me about the anti-Christos’ who will infiltrate our Communities. I confess only to you Martha, I wonder if Cephas, our rock, is such a one. I pray this is not so.

I say goodnight my dear, please remind the courier to continue on to Jerusalem with haste. Mirium's words must reach the Holy Twelve before the assembly.

Martha I bid you goodnight. My hope is that I return to your arms before this letter to your hands. 
Love to love, peace to peace, heart to heart.

James

The Books of Enoch: Aramaic Fragments of Qumran Cave 4

"The original language of most of this work was, in all likelihood, Aramaic (an early Semitic language). Although the original version was lost in antiquity, portions of a Greek translation were discovered in Egypt and quotations were known from the Church Fathers. The discovery of the texts from Qumran Cave 4 has finally provided parts of the Aramaic original. ...Humankind is called on to observe how unchanging nature follows God's will."
- Milik, Jazef. T., ed. The Books of Enoch: Aramaic Fragments of Qumran Cave 4
http://reluctant-messenger.com/enoch.htm

Volumen I, The 13th Apostle, Hearken Unto Me

Hearken unto me, my people and give ear unto me!

 Lift up thine eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth beneath:

 For the heavens shall vanish away like smoke,

and the earth shall wax old like a garment,

And they that dwell therein shall die in like manner

 

My name is Mathias, I was the 13th Apostle and over two thousand years ago I witnessed the second Deicide of the Mother of Man first perpetrated by the sons of Noah. I had travelled with Yeshua and the other Brothers for many years serving as a scribe and was then  tasked with the archiving and preservation of the Truth and the Law as spoken by Yeshua and his sister in spirit Miriam. I reveal myself at this time because it is the time for heroes to be reborn and awaken; for the end of the empire is at hand and the Reign of Peace is on the eastern horizon!

I am returned at this time you call; the End of Days, to bear witness to the Fall or Rise of the Sons of Man. It is not too late - there is still time for voices to raise loud as it is difficult to hear in this hot place. These times are filled with great noise, haste and confusion, no pastures, no still waters so the  cities of the world clash like cymbals vibrating thru in my soul.

Some days I wish for the peace and absolution one finds in earthly death, to return Home. But I am tasked with a great responsibility - to reveal the words so long ago hidden, to re-open the eyes and ears of my Brothers, the Children of Light

I feel great sorrow and loneliness for I am far from the eyes and ears of my Brothers and Master. Those with who I labored in ministry and in secret to kept the Law through these millennia. Some clusters of people have uncovered our ancient documents and some Children already are drawn to them. Carefully we hid them far and wide, covering the globe - the changing earth will uncover many, hidden for millennium. Ancient secret teachings - to be seen and heard by the Children of Light, those who seek the Mystery, those who must raise their voices and pens in these … perhaps the last days. We are fighting for souls to enter eternity. We are warring with an enemy unseen. The Greatest Liar - the perpetrator of all lies - the Trickster. The writer in the mirror. 

How do I find a Brother here? 

After the fall of the Temple and the slaughter of my Essene Brotherhood, many thousands died along side the Pharisees and Sadducees so Rome in league with the Deceiver could continue to hide the truth - to stop the Law. I was instructed to flee - with my scrolls, my scripture, my minutes, my copies of sermons. The secret texts, the Mystery School. I was escorted along with Miriam, Martha, my dear wife and many others - perhaps 200 in all. donkeys packs loaded with the household goods, tools of my trade, Urns of scrolls were dropped off along the way. Hidden from prying eyes and allowed to sit thru some sands of time. 

We headed toward what is now France, we travelled and became as nomads, fleeing the wrath of Rome. But we never struggled or felt hunger - The Lord is my Shepard and we did not want, nor did we need. We stopped at the few hidden Essene communities that remained we could find along the way - grateful to sit again in communion. But now... now I sit under electric light tapping keys on a board, instead of etching words on a wax tablet or scroll to the flickering light of a candle.

I look to the sun whose face is now hidden from my eyes and whose fire cannot reach the kernels of corn or warm the once mighty Oak. Men of power, the owners of food continue to do evil and have contempt for their victims. Theirs is a righteous belief in superiority over those whom they have enslaved. This contempt, like their contempt for a herd of buffalo allows them to believe it is time to cull the herd of man, for the good of man. They will tell you it is your patriotic duty, but do not allow yourself to be fooled by this falsity. For what is war, if not a culling, an opportunity to obtain more slaves, war is for the glory of the hunt and the slaughter is for pleasure and gain.

I feel our Mothers losses as I witness the dance of death and the struggle for survival taking place in the natural world; and this dance takes place inside of me. The men of this modern world remain blind to their slavery as were many of the slaves of Egypt and Rome. This new breed of slave performs under the illusion of freedom which works more effectively than did the chains and whips. They are as robots; who day after day labor for the owners of food, they labor for script printed by the owners of food and purchase the fruits of their labor and the products of their sweat from the owners of the food. This was part of the story told to the many thousands of converts at the time of Moses and again at the time of my Master, Yeshua the Nazarene.

Since Moses led his people out of Egypt, since the American emancipation the collection of slaves has not abated, our collective illusion of freedom is false. Our governments war for the same reason Caesar or Alexandra or Atilla the Hun or the kings and queen's of the middle ages did. To create a civilization where they are the sole controllers of the resources and to have more mouths to labor for script to by food to enrich the owners of the food. Slaves depend on earthly masters, that is their trap - free men depend on Heavenly ones and that is the door.

I am filled with a sense of urgency, not to hide, but to reveal! The words I hid so long ago from the eyes of the anti-Christs; Saul of Tarsus and his new Roman church. It is time to reveal the truth of the Law of Being. If Life is our desire then we should thirst for Truth and our Everlasting Life has always been the desire of our Heavenly Father and our Earthly Mother who provide Life to us; we who are their Children: the family of Man. 

Do not think this will be an easy task, it will not be for the faint of heart. But for them who are blind and weak; we, the Children of Light, must labor, lead and we must become ourselves once more! 

So take heart and have courage my Brothers, for we are embarking on a journey that will uncover the lost words of the Son of Man and we will soar above the mundane levels of our lives. On this journey we will be confronted with ancient language and customs, but these are of no import on our journey back to the Law because words like Monsanto, Blackwater, BP Oil are simply the modern words to describe Satan's minions; like the demons of old. Symbols to give name to the enemy - who hides in plain sight.

Let them who must see, see - with eyes of wisdom and hear with ears of understanding for the ageless truths of the Holy Scrolls are now revealed.

"Long ago, before the Great Flood, the Great Ones walked the earth, and the giant trees, even those which now are no more than legend, were their home and their kingdom. They lived many score of generations, for they ate from the table of the Earthly Mother, and slept in the arms of the Heavenly Father, and they knew not disease, old age, nor death. To the Sons of Men did they bequeath all the glory of their kingdoms, even the hidden knowledge of the Tree of Life which stands in the middle of the Eternal Sea. 

But the eyes of the Sons of Men were blinded by the visions of Satan, and by promises of power, even that power which conquers by might and by blood. And then did the Son of Man sever the golden threads that bound him to his Earthly Mother and his Heavenly Father; he stepped from the Holy Stream of Life where his body, his thoughts, and his feelings were one with the Law, and began to use only his own thoughts, his own feelings, and his own deeds, making hundreds of laws, where before there was only One.

 And so did the Sons of Men exile themselves from their home, and ever since have they huddled behind their stone walls, hearing not the sighing of the wind in the tall trees of the forests beyond their towns."

The Essene Gospel of Peace

http://www.spiritual-minds.com/religion/Gnosticts/Essene%20Gospel%20of%20Peace1.pdf

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