Jesus — Posthumous Perceptions

Jesus felt human. He still talked with others. Rachel. Mary from Capernaum. Mary his mother. Of course they were no longer on earth either. Many he knew from then were now here.

Following his death. Jesus existed. He experienced himself. He did not seem to grow older or younger. He did not experience age. Scenes of encounters existed as in dreams, there then gone. There was consciousness. There was memory. There was awareness.

“Anyone can unite with us,” Abba told Jesus. “But many are stubborn. They look back at their lives and shrug. They exist but do not progress. They will one day. They still have freedom. All that is needed is recognition of things.”

It was hard for Jesus to think of himself as dead.

“You are out here,” Abba said. “You have consciousness. You cannot go back. We cannot intervene.”

“Here is beauty, truth, justice.”

“Earth is a school,” Abba said.

“More than school,” Jesus replied.

“Yes.”

“This is heaven.”

“They call it such. Some of your followers even used the phrase kingdom of heaven though I am not a king and I prefer to think of where we are as Reality — as it should be.”

“What about all the other teachers who think their idea of reality is correct.”

“Most are happy to be part right.”

“It’s so simple.”

“It is. Everything is simpler than it’s made to be.”

“Is there time here?”

“Yes, the same as earth essentially. There are places like earth with their own chronologies. But overall, reality moves as one thing.”

“More or less floating freely here?”

“It seems that. You experience the same movement earth does. But if you go and talk to your mother or Rachel, time has no meaning because you relate beyond time, as consciousness, as we do now.”

“This is as real as on earth.”

“Very real, Jesus. Heaven and earth mingle a bit.”

“Yes,” Jesus said with a sigh.

These conversations were continuing. Jesus knew all the doings on earth about him being Son of God were erroneous takes on what he told those close to him. He was one with Abba, of course. But so was Mary. And Rachel. So were countless others. What is true was what Abba had said. It was just easier, apparently, to call on Jesus. But the real aim remained as it was. To bring as many in as possible to Abba, to heaven on earth and eventually here — that lost sheep story he told.

Abba was right at the start. People made Jesus a Messiah and began to forget what he was about.