Christmas Memories from Aaron

December 19, 1991

Aaron: My greetings and love to all of you. This week before your annual commemoration of the birth of he whom you name Jesus I promised to speak to you about some of my memories of that being in that lifetime. Last night I spoke about him at length. Since many of you were here I will not repeat that now. I will assume that the transcript will be available to those who were not present.

What I emphasized in my talking of him last night was the importance of his humanness. Those who came to be his followers related to him not because they thought of him as God, but because of the very beautiful human qualities in him … that he was not above the suffering that we all encountered. He did not set himself apart, nor wish to be worshipped in any way. He did not call himself God.

(Long pause.) I'm sorting out memories. There was a time when I was with him and he was traveling. We came to a village where his reputation had preceded him. There were those who shunned him and those who sought him. Those who came after him wanted to hold him up on a pedestal. They brought out food and wanted to serve him and to set an elaborate table. This was a rural and rustic village. When I say "to set an elaborate table," I mean to bring the best of the food they had. He sat down, as did others … not at a table, on the ground.

They brought him a plate of sorts with … more of a bowl, with many foods in it. And they served him first. I know he was hungry. We all were. We had been traveling for several days with little food. At the outskirts of the circle was a young child watching, and he was thin. There was obviously some scarcity of food in this village. And those beings that chose to honor him by serving him their food were serving the very best they had.

So, there was this child watching. One of those who was serving, noticing Jesus looking at the child, went to shoo the child away: "Get out of here! Go on!" And said to him, "That is the child of one who disdains you." The child was very thin and had sores on his body, and Jesus simply stood up and took the bowl of food, carried it to the child. The child was frightened, seeing this man walking toward him and having been told to go. But in a very soft voice he said, "I will not hurt you. Would you like food?" And he sat down on the ground, held the bowl out, handed it to the child. He asked for clean cloths and water. While the child ate, he washed his sores.

Just that. There was no lecture. Certainly, he could have used it as an example: Love your enemy. Words were totally unnecessary. The simplicity and grace of his gesture was all that was needed.

There were other children there. This one had been the boldest. The others approached. Seeing this one eating, they became a bit bolder. And this food was shared with all. Somehow there was plenty. I don't know if he did it or how it happened, but there was enough for all to eat who were hungry.

There was another day that I remember when we were in a very poor hut. Please do not mistake my stories to think that I was very close to him or followed him all the time. He traveled a good bit and when he came near to where I lived and word came that he would be there, I would have the great joy of spending a few days with him before I needed to return to my family, my sheep, my responsibility. There were many with him. I was not one of a chosen or select few in any way.

We were gathered in a barn of some sort … flimsy shelter against a great storm. The roof was leaking … not just here and there, but everywhere. And yet, it was still better than no shelter. There was material present to mend the roof, a thatch of sorts. The being whose barn it was was injured, unable to do that work. So, when the rain intermittently let up, some of the younger and stronger of us went out in the cold and rain to repair the roof as best we could, to put some of this new thatch on it. It is a job far easier to do in nice weather. And yet, it can be done in inclement weather.

He came with us. He didn't have to. He could have stayed inside in the driest spot. He didn't talk about it-he just came. Such work in cold weather may lead one's hands to become raw and bleeding, especially the fingertips. His hands bled along with ours. I'm sure he could have stopped that, had he wanted to. Instead, he bore it with all of us. When we were done and came inside, he simply took each of our hands in his, not to perform miracles, but as way of saying thank you, just of sharing the comradeship. And somehow in his touch, much as I told last night, there was some healing.

I'm sure that he could have thoroughly healed those torn hands of ours. He was able to perform such miracles, although I never saw him perform them. He chose not to awe us with his miracles, but to do his healing quietly. Simply at his touch the pain receded, almost to the point that we weren't aware of how it happened. It wasn't until thinking about it much later that I realized that it had been his touch that had taken away some of the pain and soreness and led to prompt healing of the split skin.

This spirit that is presently Barbara was my son in that lifetime, the son of a poor shepherd. That being that she was was a boy named Mark. She's seen this lifetime, it's something that I've shared with her … not because there was a need to know, not because there was karma, but simply as a small gift to her, a very joyous memory. When he was first old enough to travel-perhaps seven years old-old enough to walk that distance, I took him with me on my annual pilgrimage to meet with he who was known as Jesus. We walked for several days and Mark did an admirable job of keeping up, but he was tired, his feet sore, a bit hungry. When we arrived at the place where Jesus was … Perhaps I should let Barbara tell this one as she remembers it from her own viewpoint, and I can only tell you how I remember it as the father. But her memory of it may mean more to you.

Barbara: At one point I was dealing with Aaron with many heavy past lives and I said to him, "Aaron, can I never see a past life where there is beauty and love?" … and saw just a glimpse of this past life. I've seen other glimpses of this lifetime with Aaron. But this one hour or so of it was so very beautiful.

This man was standing there and I knew from a distance … It's awkward to keep saying, "the being that I was"-please understand that if I say "I" it's not me, it's that being who I was, but I'm going to simplify the talking about it by saying "I."

I knew immediately which one he was. He wasn't bigger or taller or different-looking than the other people that were gathered, but he radiated light … literally. Aaron-my father-brought me up to him and he simply said, "This is your son." And Aaron said, "His name is Mark." He just said, "Hello, Mark." Food was brought-we had been traveling and we were hungry. I was a small child; I ate and adults were speaking above my head. I became drowsy. I was just mesmerized by the energy and presence of him. After I ate, my head started to droop, and I dozed. I felt his arm come around me and just pull me over, putting my head against his chest. That memory means more to me than almost any memory I have. When I'm feeling afraid, when I'm feeling alone, I come back to that memory, and how immense and powerful his energy was. There's nothing profound to tell about it, it's just one of the most quietly joyful memories that I have … that in the midst of talking to all these men, he could notice a young child falling asleep and lovingly pull him over to sleep against him … and how much love and comfort there was in that. It's a memory that I very much cherish.

Aaron: I was not an educated being, nor political. I didn't really understand the political forces of that time. I was a very simple person. What I responded to most was his love, his humility, his honesty, his kindness. But I also responded to his humanness, to the fact that he grieved, that he felt sadness as well as joy, that he felt pain when his body was injured, that he was clearly human.

People have asked me here about the stories of his divine birth, let us say, through a virgin and I've declined to answer that. Each religion builds the myths that are useful to it. In saying it that way, I'm not saying this is simply a myth. It doesn't matter. He was human. However he came to this incarnation, by whatever route he moved into human form, once in human form he was human. I've spoken before about seeing this as one of the greatest gifts that he gave.

Last night I was asked, "Are there others like Christ and the Buddha who have walked the Earth, who do so today?" There are many beings who have reached that level of evolution, but very few who, having reached that level of evolution, have returned to human form-very few. In incarnating as a human, he was a part of the law of karma. Any anger, hatred or fear within him could lead to adhering karma and the need to return again and again. He knew that. He knew that he would be incarnate with only the thinnest transparency of this veil of forgetting that most of us have, so that he had clear memory of who he was and why he came. And yet, he also knew that he would be human. He was still willing to come.

There are many highly-evolved beings who serve humans-who serve all beings, human or non-human-from the spirit plane, but very few who have willingly chosen to come back and serve from the human plane. And yet, it's the only way it could have been done. It's one thing to receive divine guidance and another to see a fellow being practice what he preaches, even to his own death. The power of that is very forceful, very profound. And this, to me, is his greatest gift: his willingness to serve, even to that degree … and the fact that he didn't take advantage of his clear seeing of who he was and why he had come to avoid, in any way, the pain of being human.

Can you see that even the smallest avoidance of that would have set him apart … so that his teaching could not have been nearly as effective? And he knew that.

I was also asked last night if Christians who have some belief in Christ are more evolved in some way. And I said that every religion on Earth is a viable path to freedom, to graduation from this human plane. What is a Christian? The church has distorted the meaning of this word. Perhaps more murder and ill will has been performed in Christ's name than love has been performed, sad though that may be. There are a great many Christians who are not members of the church, but like those of us who did not call ourselves Christians in his time but simply followed this being whom we called Jesus, there are beings who are intent on learning to forgive and love each other, to not harm another being, and learning these lessons of love. In doing that, most certainly they are followers of him, whatever religion they choose to belong to. It has nothing to do with the Christian church, only that they follow the lessons taught by a great master. That is all.

D: Was Jesus called Jesus back in that lifetime when you knew him, or was he called by another name?

Aaron: Some called him Jesus, some called him the carpenter, or the carpenter from Nazareth. In some circles, he was simply known as "the teacher." Yes, there were many teachers. And yet, he came to be called that by many. When I say he whom you know as Jesus, perhaps I do that more to distinguish because, of course, the spirit also lived many other lives. Yes, he had reached the point where he no longer needed to incarnate in human form, but to reach that point he had lived a great many lives. So, in naming him in that way I am referring to that specific incarnation of this spirit.

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A: I have the sense that J is wondering about South America and some of the cultures that existed there. I am wondering also about the idea that Jesus came to this hemisphere and taught also. (Barbara: During that lifetime?) Or at another time.

Aaron: Let's save your questions on South American culture and spirituality for another week. Did he who was known as Jesus come to this hemisphere to teach in that lifetime? No. Unequivocally, no. That does not mean that what he taught might not have been taught by other entities in this hemisphere in much the same time frame. But he himself did not come here. Nor did he reincarnate after his death in that lifetime. That entity who was known as Jesus in that incarnation did live in this hemisphere in prior incarnations. He was not yet fully evolved, but still was a great teacher … a very wise and compassionate being. Does that answer your question?

A: Did Jesus evolve through the Earth plane?

Aaron: Yes.