I Babysat Jesus

I’m going to assume that if you are reading this sentence, you have already read the title of this post. Therefore, I am going to further assume you have concluded that I have gone completely off my rocker (or my Cliffs).

And I might just have to agree with you.

If you read my first blog, (and I certainly think you should!), you may recall that I wrote about three previous JC visitations (although in the first visit, I did not realize it was Him). He made his fourth visit to me last Saturday morning. I think He decided to come because I had posed this question to the Universe:

“What is my One Mind, my Unique Heart and my Connected Soul’s Desire?”

To my complete and utter surprise, He appeared and said (in that Dr. Spock cool mind meld kinda way He loves to use), “Illumination. Light. Presence.”

My response was, “Can you tell me what You mean by...…….?”

Then He was gone.

This was the third time He has done that to me. Now, I recognize that He’s probably just a tad bit busy with keeping his finger on the pulse of the world for His Father and everything, but I really hate it when He does that.

Honestly, I am getting just a wee bit frustrated with His (uninvited) Appear, Drop a Few Enlightened (but unexplained) Words, and Disappear Act. Who does that? Is it just me or does that kind of behavior strike you as just a tad bit rude? Is Divinity an excuse for lack of manners? Not in my holy book. And who raised this Guy anyway?

Apparently I did.

Because later Saturday afternoon after His Disappearing Act, my son, his father, and I drove out to the desert and each had a session with a Doctor of Psychology and his partner, a Master Hypnotist/Clinical Hypnotherapist. Among the things I discovered was that I had lived in the Essene community approximately two thousand and ten years ago, where I took care of my cousin with whom I lived.

I babysat Jesus.

So now I wonder…is that the reason He feels He can show up in my living room without a gentle knock on the door of my consciousness, an invitation to take a peek at my soul, or a simple "Got a minute?" Is that why He saunters in, shines His Light on my face, mind melds with my brain, drops a few words in my mind, and leaves without an explanation or a proper “Nice chatting with you” and “Goodbye?”

It would certainly explain his familial entitled popping in (and popping out).

The next day, I shared this Essene babysitting discovery with a friend of mine who is very skeptical about anything related to past lives and especially the whole “I babysat Jesus" thing. And I have to be honest and say that I also find the concept difficult (if not impossible) to accept.

At the same time (I tried to explain to my friend) His visits have their own unique flavor, feel, and fulfillment, and I can’t deny the fully embodied reaction I have when He comes into my space. I have described it before. The room becomes Illuminated; I feel His Light on my eyelids; It penetrates through them directly into my Mind; Light and Warmth fill my entire body, I radiate the Presence back to Him, and my soul overflows in a flood of tears and a gratitude that is beyond anything else I have ever experienced.

It is more real to me than the chaise I am meditating on.

And when I began to explore our two thousand (plus) year old relationship while in the desert last Saturday; I had the same uncensored response.

All that being said, maybe it really doesn’t matter if I physically babysat Jesus two thousand years ago or not.

Because what is undeniable to me is the Illumination, the Light, and the Presence that resonates in my One Mind, Unique Heart, and Connected Soul's Desire when He enters my Consciousness.

And, right now, that’s infinitely and divinely much more than enough for me.




If you are interested in reading more about my close encounters of the JC kind, please go to www.theyearoftheboy.blogspot.com and look for posts entitled “The Metaphor, The Muse, And The Magician,” “Betwixt and Between,” and “Salsa Dancing With JC.”