THE MYSTERY OF THE JORDAN BY DANIEL MEUROIS
This Excerpt from “The Secret Life of Jeshua - Book Two” by Daniel Meurois is offered to English readers who are waiting for the English publication.
Jeshua talks now about his own experience of his Baptism in the Jordan River, as per the Akashic Records.
ENLIGHTENING PREPARATION
I waited two more days somewhere among the laurels - a precious time for prayer and reflection. No one came to disturb my retreat. Yo Hanan[1] appeared at most to greet me for a few moments each morning. I would have liked to open up more to him but there was too much going on for each of us. In reality it looked like a kind of mourning strangely mixed with wonder.
Yo Hanan expressed it briefly, clumsily, but said he was overjoyed by the mere fact that I was there, back, on the edge of “his own desert.” Was he aware of what was going to happen? No, definitely. The most defining moments of our lives are sometimes so burning that it is often better not to guess their magnitude. They could not deploy...
Moreover, I myself, apart from a few hours of extreme and almost unbearable lucidity, sometimes felt like a sleepwalker caught between several levels of reality.
Then, finally, came a morning where everything had to be because nothing was avoidable. A voice without human timbre and without words announced that to me. She did not launch a call inside my skull because She preferred to resonate in the least of my cells. My heart and my soul had been ready for a long time, so it was not to them that She was speaking but rather to my flesh as if to visit, ever more intensely still, some mysterious and infinitesimal spaces. When She had finished her work, I got up and walked toward the mound from where I had happened to observe the crowd and the rituals of Immersion.
LOGOS OVERSHADOWING
In successive waves, exclamations rose from the banks of the Yarad[2]. As I got closer, I saw that they were responding to Yo Hanan’s words. They gave me the sensation of creating by themselves a current of suction above the waters. As aerial as terrestrial, they called to offer the Earth to the Sky and the Sky to the Earth according to the laws of a true Tantra of the Inexpressible. (…)
And then, on the opposite bank of the river, I ended up noticing a few silhouettes more or less grouped around that of a fairly tall man.
I easily recognized him. He was one of the priests who had accompanied me from the Pyramid to the port where I had embarked for Jaffa. I remembered that he had told me that he was of the Manethon line, in the Land of the Red Earth[3]. So then, I thought to myself, “he had foreseen this meeting.”
Finally, spontaneously, my gaze shifted to those around those who seemed to be listening. Going by their white linen robes, they looked like the people of Essania. I watched them for a long time; something in them, I could not doubt it, took me back to my childhood, but time had done its work on their faces. (…)
Voila... now everything could open. It was up to me to spread out under the sun. Everything lived in Zenith...I was finally going to be able to join Yo Hanan, and I knew intimately what was going to happen. Among the grass and pebbles, I therefore descended from the small promontory where I had lingered. I did so very simply without hesitation, in a state of total Abandonment and, paradoxically, in a fiery impulse of will.
My earthly identity was now going to fade...and even if I wanted to remain a man, I felt that the human was going to resonate differently in my soul and in my flesh...to be closer to itself, in the absolute sense of what it should mean...
Thus, although the Sun was already in me, I understood infinitely that He wanted to explode there still more. Slowly but carried away by a loving excitement, I therefore mingled with the crowd praying on the banks of the Yarad, barely realizing that it was moving away on its own in my path. Yo Hanan must have felt that I was approaching him because, immediately, I saw him turn his face in my direction. He was still dressed in that old loincloth made of camel hair, which he seemed to like, as soon as he offered the blessing of water. I must say that it was only then that I was able to realize how knotty his body was that testified to many years of deprivation…
“Oh, Yo,” I heard myself say in the hollow of my soul, “was it really necessary?”
And then I got into the water and joined him. No words were exchanged. Both of us needed a great, an immense silence between us, and this need was so intense that I know today that it was intoned by all of Nature. We simply took the time to exchange one last look, one that only two eagles could share when meeting midflight. Finally, against all odds and as if the silence had completed its nourishing work, Yo Hanan suddenly harangued the crowd in a heartbreaking voice....
-“ I announce it to you, children of the Earth, I affirm it from the Most High, here it is - the Blessed that we are all waiting for, the Mashiah! - Free yourself from everything and follow His steps! Now has come for me the hour to decrease. Here ends my path.”
I no longer saw anything but the light, and it seemed to me that everything had come to a standstill under the impact of the spoken words. No, I couldn't see anything anymore...I only felt Yo Hanan's two hands rest vigorously on my shoulders and plunge me suddenly into the water...Then, the Jordan River took me in her arms and made me drink the Fire and the Fire Principle...
-“Oh You are here”...I exclaimed...“So you are here!”
And it was a hurricane of silence...Absolute! Without even a heartbeat. Nothing more was expressed or existed... An absence of life from which nothing else could emerge but life itself. Everything, however, was there while what still survived of me disappeared. I tried to cling to so poor words...
-“My Father, my Wholeness, my Nothing…”
The Ultimate Wound was married to the Ultimate Healing...The Resurgence! There was not even a possible mercy because the Living was present entirely with the first and the last of the evidences, with also the most senseless of the nudities of the Being. Fever, Sun, Cold, Snow of the Soul! All together...That's when the universe burst. My gaze and my heart stood beyond the Stars... Something of my being became one with this ineffable Sun which throbbed behind the Sun. I melted into Him and He flowed into me. It was a fusion and, through it, I no longer even contemplated the cosmos because it had become my flesh. My Father was no longer my Father: I henceforth confused myself with a Vibration, and Creation was no longer one... It revealed its necessary illusion, a mirage which I observed, both from inside and from outside in an ineffable state of love[4]. Finally, for a flash, I was nothing more than a gaze from above, a gaze contemplating a river, and a winged man emerging from it, streaming with light alongside another man...There weren’t even shores...because the space of the lightning didn’t belong to Time.
Can I say that was all? Two thousand years have passed in this world since this Brilliance, and it is probably not necessary to petrify It more by other words.Coming out of the waves, my breath suspended, I caught Yo Hanan’s gaze. He was absent from his body.
Stunned, transparent, but dilated by Plenitude, I turned toward the bank and its reeds; then I gradually emerged from the current of the river. I then wanted to walk through the crowd of women and men who had seen everything but who didn't say a word, who couldn’t. It was easy for me passing through them as some lay down, face against the ground. In the past, I would not have been able to accept it... but now, more than ever, I perceived that this "I"—so different from everything—was going to be my life and "mine", even if it did not belong to me, and my duty was to offer myself to Him.
Finally, I hastened my pace a little to isolate myself and reach the place that had sheltered me at some distance from there, among the laurels and the rockery. How to forget such moments? I had become internal to the Body of the Divine, I lived by His Heart, His Soul, and His Spirit...
MY FIRST STEPS WITH THE SUN
After this event, whose memory Tradition has kept by giving it the name of Baptism in the Jordan, I had to remain alone for four days in the stony and thorny desert which stretches out towards Mount Nebo[5].
It was four days of total solitude, with no other music than that of the wind and birds of prey crying out. It was vital that I attuned to myself in order to learn to regulate the Flow of Energy that had poured into me. It was made of such Pure State of Love so powerful that it burned me from the inside.
Thus, without the long exercises to which I had devoted myself since my childhood, without the respiratory practices which had also been taught to me, life would doubtlessly have abandoned my body…
Never, as far back as my memories went, had my solitude and my singularity been more profound. I was inhabited by the Wholeness down to the tiniest cell of the soles of my feet, but this All placed me dizzily on the edge of the abyss. So, it was only little by little, from one dawn to another, that I managed to completely reassemble the shattered pieces of my being. And I say it, it was not from the fourth of these dawns that I fully became the one whom generations have called the Blessed, the Christ…
What was left of Jeshua? In truth, perhaps the depths of his gaze, that is to say his soul perfume. Praying out loud, coming out of the desert, looking for the way to Jericho, I realized that even the timbre of his voice had changed. It almost scared me... A feeling hitherto ignored so much...
What was I going to do henceforth to offer Life by and for which this body had been given to me? And where to start? In all lucidity, I saw myself alone on a continent barely emerging from the waters of the Infinite and with the mission of bringing the whole world into it. Very often, men imagine that he who is clothed with Light is chosen by the Divine, and that he thus has no more mountains to climb since he has absorbed them all within himself. But nothing is more false for the one who, at this stage, accepts the clothing of the flesh while wanting to share the Fire of peace with the multitude of those who wander, question themselves, and tear themselves apart. He still has another summit to climb, like a promise, like an answer to a Call that never ends. Admittedly, the mastery of Praamukta[6] lived in my heart: it had not left me since the Land of Eternal Snows[7]...However, I knew that this does not exempt one from the duty to live, to choose, and to decide and that, above all, it is not wasted. It was not the Mystery that took hold of me to do everything, to flatten everything, to carry everything, or even to give birth to every word that would come out of my mouth. All responsibility was left to me, up to the possibility—which I had asked for so much—of allowing the human in me to continue to speak to myself...and—why not?—to experience the tyrannical blackmail of suffering.
On the road to Jericho, between two Roman chariots which passed me in a cloud of dust, I began to think of the Awakening of Takshashila[8], of his closed eyes and his enigmatic smile...I then remembered that There had been a time when I wondered what my rightful place should be since he had crossed all the masks...
And there suddenly, beyond any doubt, I had my real answer, my evidence, that of having to trace another route because it had to be, because Unity is also made up of diversity...So far, what had I been looking for? For me? Nothing at all! Bliss? No, I was born with its seed already planted in my heart! I wanted...to give everything, to teach infinite Compassion...another compassion! The one that would welcome through another door the Eternity in Self, the one that would annihilate the distances differently, the one that, in truth, restores to all life its simplicity. No more temples or synagogues...no more priests, no more laws or prescriptions...no more nothing but the spontaneous rites of the soul and the spirit facing the Infinite. Was it so crazy?
- “Hey, man! Move out of the way! You take it all the way!” a voice screamed.
Interrupted in my thoughts, I raised my head. A Roman horseman - probably a messenger - came straight ahead of me at a slow trot, and I was about to force his horse around me. I didn't have the reflex to pull away. In fact, it was as if something inside me didn't want that. What happened then is partly indescribable.
The animal and its rider passed...through me or rather through my form on the road, thus testifying to the still-imperfect integration of my renewed body into the matter of this world. I did not perceive anything other than a kind of rustling in the most subtle of my flesh.
© Daniel Meurois
[1] John the Baptist
[2] River Jordan
[3] See The Way of the Essenes Christ’s Hidden Life remembered – Book 2 Chapter 1 “Baptisms”
[4] This second overshadowing came to complete the first one, experienced in the Great Pyramid of Egypt (see Book 1, Chapter XXX). The first overshadowing was that of the Christ of our solar system (Mihael) coming to cover the Avatar Jeshua with His omnipotence. The second, in the Jordan, was that of the Logos of our Galaxy, the infinitely sacred vibratory Presence of its central Sun.
[5] Mount Nebo is the place where Moses died according to Tradition.
[6] The Paramukta defines the total mastery of the laws of Matter (See Book 1, chapter XXVIII)
[7] The Himalayan Mountains
[8] The Buddha Gautama (See Book 1, chapter XVI)
