Was Jesus an Essene

No, he was a Nazarene, but has nothing to do with the town of Nazareth as the city did not exist at the time of Christ, there is no archeological evidence to its existence. He belonged to a Jewish sect of Nazerenes, which were also the early Christians, just as the Essenes were. In fact, some scholars mention that the Nazerenes were a northern sect of the Essenes.

For the best answer to this; see what Edgar Cayce had to say about Jesus and his Parents. According to Cayce, Joseph and Mary, the parents of Jesus were Essenes and Jesus grew up as an Essene in his early years. He was always at odds with the other two Jewish sects at the time, the Sadducee’s and Pharisees. So no way did he belong to either of them.

Jesus the Nazarene.

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Tree of Life

Go towards the high growing Trees,

And before one of them

Which is beautiful, high growing and mighty,

Say thou these words:

“Hail be unto Thee!

0h good living Tree,

Made by the Creator”.

In the days of old, when the Creation was young,

The earth was filled with giant trees,

Whose branches soared above the clouds,

And in them dwelled our Ancient Fathers,

They who walked with the Angels,

And who lived by the Holy Law.

In the shadow of their branches all men lived in peace,

And wisdom and knowledge was theirs,

And the revelation of the Endless Light.

Through their forests flowed the Eternal River,

And in the center stood the Tree of Life,

And it was not hidden from them.

They ate from the table of the Earthly Mother,

And slept in the arms of the Heavenly Father,

And their covenant was for eternity with the Holy Law.

In that time the trees were the brothers of men,

And their span on the earth was very long,

As long as the Eternal River,

Which-flowed without ceasing

From the Unknown Spring.

From Book 3 of Essene Gospel of Peace

Raising the Dead

In the late 19th Century there was a French Physician by the name of Paul Sedir who was intrigued by Spirituality in such a way it became an obsession. Luckily, one day a holy occurrence was experienced by this physician and all his doubts were clarified once and for all. This is what occurred:

It was a cold, rainy, November evening in Paris. I had just returned from my patients, eaten my supper and lain down on the couch, being tired after my day’s long activities. As usual by evening, I had a slight fever and I knew that treacherous T.B. process in one of my lungs was the cause.

I was ready to retire to my bedroom, when the doorbell rang. I guessed what it would be, a patient who was too poor to afford to pay any other doctor. People already knew I never refused my services, and did not care about money.

The late visitor was a modest looking official whose wife was dying of T.B. He told me with tears in his eyes, that there was no hope for her, her hours were numbered, it was not help he wanted: it was too late. “But she is suffering so terribly,” he said, “her lungs are gone and she id suffocating. All I ask is that you relieve her last hours of agony. An injection perhaps, you will know best.”

I could not fail him. So I put on my overcoat, took my umbrella and we went out. We walked in heavy rain and wind. We were passing one of the street lamps when something prompted me to raise my head and look up. Beside the pole I saw a tall, well built man, with the figure of an athlete visible even through his expensive, well-cut clothes. His back was turned to me so I could not see his face. As soon as I came closer, he turned around and with great dignity politely raised his hat. He asked if I was a doctor going to a patient. When I confirmed this, he continued: “I beg your permission to go with you. There is just the possibility that I can be helpful.”

My first thought was that there was little help that could be given but when I saw his face, I had to agree instantly. So we three went on our way. The door of the unhappy husband’s home was not locked. In the hall was an elderly lady with a grief stricken face. She greeted us and said: “Too late my son, there is no need for a doctor, but an undertaker. She died soon after you went in a spasm of bleeding from the throat.” The husband wept at these words.

Then the three of us entered the bedroom. Two wax candles were burning on each side of the dead woman’s head. For a doctor there was no possible doubt that before us lay a corpse. Two young children knelt beside the mother’s deathbed. Tears streamed down the husbands face.

Than I heard the firm voice of the unknown man beside me, asking me if I would like to examine the body as I would need to for the death certificate. I told the man the woman was dead about an hour. A strange almost invisible smile crossed his powerful features. He spoke to the grief stricken husband, and his voice sounded grave. “Do you want your wife alive? Will you swear to me now, that you will always be good to her if she comes back?” The poor man replied, “it is not possible! See for yourself. Surely she is dead.” The voice of the stranger went on pitilessly: “I ask you only if you want her back again? And will you swear to me that she will never suffer from your behavior.” The husband agree.

Then the unknown man went close to the bed, took the head of the dead woman in his hands, bent down and whispered to her: “My dear, my daughter, come back again, return, they need you. It will be favorably counted to you, this sacrifice which you make.” When we heard that whisper, there was no doubt that she would rise from the dead. The dead woman lifted her head and opened her eyes, looking around as from another world. “I was dreaming,” she whispered. The unknown man lifted the lamps to her face. Before my eyes, the flesh began to reappear under the surface of her cheeks, neck, and shoulders, and the whole complexion returned to its natural color, instead of that of a corpse. “Be thankful to the almighty alone, for in his grace he has restored her to you,” he said gently. Turning to the husband he said, “And you my son, remember what you promised me.”

Reprinted from “Ways to Self Realization” by Mouni Sadhu.

How to Feed your Soul

SOUL: Now to food for the soul. Unfortunately no one seems to teach this.
To feed the soul you need but give spirit recognition, and every-time you do, it feeds your soul and changes the soul from darkness to light.
You may ask how do you give recognition to spirit. Simply, Praise-Worship-Thanks-etc. Stop taking everything around you for granted and give thanks for the source of it all–GOD.
The Essene Diet for the Soul consists of performing communions on a daily basis every morning and evening. Doing this practice helps to feed your soul and after awhile you will start to receive blessings. The Communions remind you of all the different attributes of Life that you take for granted. They help you to practice the Presence. Practicing the Presence of Angels or God will help to feed your Soul like nothing else. Don’t take my word for it, try it yourself and see if it works. That’s all I did. Read the “Essene Gospel of Peace” Books 1-3 for further instruction.