Spontaneous

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Dear Tim

 

Those memories about Jesus were spontaneous, many of them came up as

part of a period of deep sadness about my own tribulations early in

life. ( I do not to the traditional view on past life or

reincarnation, insight in my experiences forced me to let such view go.)

When I was six and got prepared for the, what we call in Roman

Catholicism, Holy Communion, it was a very deep and beautiful

experience. But... but ... but...and also because I could not accept

ideas about original sin, or the explanation of sin or moral

deficiencies whatsoever etc. I knew it not to be true. A year later I

got molested by the very pastor who taught me those things. He was a

very sweet man, a very good man, when he died he was considered very

saintly, I could not go to his funeral. About four years ago when I

worked through my memories, dreams, nightmares and flashes of visions he

appeared, let's say 'in the spirit' for lack of better words, when I was

recounting to my wife and son what had happened and how I was resolving

this episode of my life...I was telling them I had understood fully why

he did this to me.... surprise ... it came from pure love that went

'haywire'... The pastor appeared as a blackish form first over the

shoulder of my wife and when I told her it was pure love that he tried

to refind in me... as I was such a pure child... his black image went

poof (sorry to say it that way ) into goldness and I knew he was

released.

I had very uncomfortable pedophile and homosexual tendencies before that

resolution, luckily I had such a strong protection (in whatever form)

that I never got any child or boy or man into trouble...

After this episode of release that came with the memories of Jesus and

the apostle John (No, I am not suggesting that Jesus was homosexual) my

sexual tendencies were totally gone. I now live a very normal life with

balanced sexual characteristics.

My strongest memory is about Jesus' transfiguration with Moses and

Elijah on the hill.

 

Love, Wim