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Joseph of Arimathea:
The group of pilgrims made their way up a hill; they were so happy at this joyful task they were undertaking and there was much talk and laughter now and again.
The group of a few stopped, others had gone on ahead, but as the young woman looked at a particular statue to which she was drawn, she knew without doubt it was Joseph of Arimathea.
She looked at the statue with love and devotion, lost in a kind of meditative contemplation, unaware of what was going on around her.
All of a sudden she had a huge shock, albeit joyous to her system, as – still looking at the Statue of Joseph of Arimathea, it suddenly CAME TO LIFE, and she was looking at this Great Being from history.
It was like a Thunderbolt, so awesome and powerful was the experience, a happening not like anything else she had experienced, and she had had some very special and meaningful ones.
Joseph of Arimathea looked straight at her – she lost count of how long – she was in another time and place, which later when away from her spiritual friends and companions, she remembered Atlantis. He was Beloved of The Most High and she served in the Temple, and became a much valued and loved person.
Later in Jerusalem, he played an essential and vital role in the life of Jesus, and, his assistance was invaluable after the death of Jesus.
She was only too aware of the part Joseph of Arimathea had played in her life during that incarnation, and it was indeed, one of her most treasured lives, for the great love and spirituality which was, and for those spiritual jewels, which were forever blessed deep within her soul.
Yet again, Glastonbury, he too, played his special part. All such special and spiritual lives shared together, so that as she had looked at this Great Being whose statue, she knew it was, within that short time-frame as so often during her life, she knew this being had walked side by side with her, throughout so many lives, and would, in Dimensions and Worlds not yet known.
The Lineage of theirs, had its Origins Long Ago, and nothing would or could ever erase what was and would always be, throughout Life and Eternity.
Today he still stands there – upon the Planes of Love and Light, ready to offer his great assistance, which, with that love, affinity and attunement, is open to all, not just to that woman, standing in front of that Great Being all those years ago.
Time does not dim, inner memories are always there, nothing can take away those Great Bonds of Love and Highest Devotion – it is a Never Ending Line, stretching to Eternity and Beyond – into Future Worlds still to Come.
The woman carried on with her spiritual search – in the many years since that Statue of Joseph of Arimathea came to life, and often in quiet moments, remembered much, that was to all intents and purposes hidden from history.
For much has happened and rests upon the Akasha, those Akashic Records, not all can read, but as the years go on, more and more will.
Joseph of Arimathea has had so many deeply essential lives lived, where his light affected others, raising their consciousness and attunement to the Highest Spiritual Realms, where memories have so often been awoken, remembrance has taken place, for Joseph of Arimathea has always had a most special task to undertake throughout the different Centuries, which had been Foretold in Prophecies so Long Ago, going back to Atlantis and that Golden Age in the Dawn of Time.
For Joseph of Arimathea was truly a Priest of The Most High in Atlantis. His Priesthood stretched far and wide throughout the Land, for all who lived there, felt Beloved of Joseph of Arimathea, and The Father-Mother-God-Son, when the people lived as One.
They drew breath from the Great Being known then to all, for never were they far from him at all.
Today, as it has always been through the aeons of time, many people have that great love and affinity to this Mighty Being, and as Vibrations are raised, old, forgotten memories begin to surface, and long ago promises and lives so often shared, seep into many peoples’ consciousness, as the Way Back Home Becomes Ever More Clear.
Those steps back to The Father are joyously undertaken, and at each new Frontier of Knowledge and Memories Realised, that Key of Eternity is further Turned, whereupon those Vistas shine with Golden Sunlight, as the Holy Grail is seen again.
The Pilgrim has once again Returned Home, to a Planet other than Earth, and joyous is the welcome received to the one who has returned; past, present, future, are all rolled into one magnificent memory and awareness, as the Pilgrim comes into the Radiance of The Creator once again, in ways long forgotten, but so lovingly remembered here.
Pat Grabham
4 September, 2012.
Comments
Hi Julian,
Thank you for the lovely picture, and comments.
In fact, the young woman on a pilgrimage who stopped with a few others around, looked at this one statue she was drawn to, knowing it was Joseph of Arimathea, and which as she looked at it, came to life, and she was staring at him in reality as it were, was in fact myself. It comes from one of my many dream/astral experiences, going back something like 15 years, or more. Although I did not have my typed dream to hand when I wrote this piece the other day, the memory remains very magical still. The memory of it being like a thunderbolt was also true.
However, as a child Joseph of Arimathea has had a huge part in my spiritual love and emotions, going back as he does to Jesus, and later Glastonbury.
I am aware of some lives shared though also with Jospeph of Arimathea, some being Jerusalem, Glastonbury and earlier going back to Atlantis.
Once I start to do my writings as it were in my style, my guides and teachers inspire me.
Of course, at a later stage, I would love to do a writing on Joseph of Arimathea from the Akashic Records, but that has to come!
Pat
Hi Hannah,
Thank you for your comments and time taken to reply, as always.
Pat