Jesus: I Speak to You Again

Chapter 25

Walking with John the Baptist Towards the Mountain

After my baptism, as I walked toward the mountain, John the Baptist accompanied me to its foot. I remained silent the entire time, not speaking a word to him, even though he began telling me, for the first time, about what his mother had shared with him regarding my mother, Mary. He told me that my mother had revealed to his that I was the Messiah and that my mission was of great importance to all. John explained that he had promised his mother he wouldn’t tell me about my mission, and he had kept his word for many years. But now, something stirred within him, urging him to reveal the secret he had kept for so long. He couldn’t explain what power had driven him to share this with me at that moment.

As I walked, my thoughts were elsewhere. I was reflecting on the vision I had just received—how I had appeared before my descent to this lower plane of existence. I was also contemplating what awaited me after I completed my mission and returned to the Father of all Israel, to my Father, and the Father of all. While I was lost in these thoughts on my way to the mountain, John was speaking to me about my mission as the Messiah among the Jews, something he had not fully understood until that moment.

I chose not to explain anything to John. I knew it would be too difficult for him to grasp what I had seen. How could I tell him that I was not the Messiah he believed I was? He had held onto the hope for a long time that he was preparing the way for the Messiah, who would establish a new kingdom of God. How could I explain to him that my mission was about restoring my consciousness from its lowered state, with its reduced energy vibrations, back to the higher consciousness vibrations from which I had descended? And that my mission was, in fact, already completed. Everything that was to follow depended entirely on my personal free will.

I walked on, deeply immersed in my own thoughts. I felt within myself that the Father was leading me, guiding me to be alone—to commune with the Father without any interruptions, to reflect on what I might do next. It was now entirely up to me and my free will.

John, noticing that I wasn’t responding to anything he was saying, not even his questions about what he should do next—whether he should continue baptizing people and preaching that the kingdom of heaven was near—began to fall behind. Seeing that I continued walking toward the mountain without acknowledging him, he eventually turned back and returned to the river.