Gospel Of Essenes Book 2 - Pt 2 of 3

We continue the wonderful collection of ancient texts from the Essenes found in the Dead Sea Scrolls, Vatican and Hapsburg library. Jesus Christ was considered one of the most advanced of the Essenes teaching and healing in many places. The collection of Essene Gospels contain some of his speeches not found elsewhere. Part 2 of Book 2 contains his 14 Communions which are just beautiful. They make excellent bedtime listening before sleep or for when you want to relax. Enjoy!

Transcript

The Essene Gospel of Peace,

Book 2,

Part 2 Taken from the original Hebrew and Aramaic texts,

Translated and edited by Edmund Sake.

This part is called The Communions.

And it was by the bed of a stream,

That the weary and afflicted came again to seek out Jesus.

And like children they had forgotten the law,

And like children they sought out their Father to show them where they had erred,

And to set their feet again upon the path.

And when the sun rose over the earth's rim,

They saw Jesus coming toward them from the mountain,

With the brightness of the rising sun about his head.

And he raised his hand and smiled upon them,

Saying,

Peace be with you.

But they were ashamed to return his greeting,

For each in his own way had turned his back on the holy teachings,

And the angels of the earthly mother and the heavenly Father were not with them.

And one man looked up in anguish and spoke,

Master,

We are in sore need of your wisdom,

For we know that which is good,

Yet we follow evil.

We know that to enter the kingdom of heaven we must walk with the angels of the day and of the night,

Yet our feet walk in the ways of the wicked.

The light of day shines only on our pursuit of pleasure.

The night falls on our heedless stupor.

Tell us,

Master,

How may we walk with the angels and stay within their holy circle,

That the law may burn in our hearts with a constant flame?

And Jesus spoke to them,

To lift your eyes to heaven,

When all men's eyes are on the ground,

Is not easy.

To worship at the feast of the angels,

When all men worship only fame and riches,

Is not easy.

But the most difficult of all is to think the thoughts of the angels,

To speak the words of the angels,

And to do as angels do.

And one man spoke,

But Master,

We are but men,

We are not angels.

How then can we hope to walk in their ways?

Tell us what we must do.

And Jesus spoke,

As the Son inherits the land of his Father,

So have we inherited the Holy Land from our fathers.

This land is not a field to be ploughed,

But a place within us,

Where we may build our holy temple.

And even as a temple must be raised stone by stone,

So will I give you those stones,

For the building of the holy temple,

That which we have inherited from our fathers and their fathers' fathers.

And all the men gathered around Jesus,

And their faces shone with desire,

To hear the words which would come from his lips.

And he lifted his face to the rising sun,

And the radiance of its rays filled his eyes as he spoke.

The holy temple can be built only with the ancient communions,

Those which are spoken,

Those which are thought,

And those which are lived.

For if they are spoken only with the mouth,

They are as a dead hive,

Which the bees have forsaken that gives no more honey.

Communions are a bridge between man and the angels,

And like a bridge,

Can be built only with patience.

Yea,

Even as the bridge over the river is fashioned stone by stone,

As they are found by the water's edge.

And the communions are fourteen in number,

As the angels of the heavenly father,

Number seven,

And the angels of the earthly mother,

Number seven.

And just as the roots of the tree sink into the earth and are nourished,

And the branches of the tree raise their arms to heaven,

So is man like the trunk of the tree,

With his roots deep in the breast of his earthly mother,

And his soul ascending to the bright stars of his heavenly father.

And the roots of the tree are the angels of the earthly mother,

And the branches of the tree are the angels of the heavenly father,

And this is the sacred tree of life,

Which stands in the sea of eternity.

The first communion is with the angel of sun.

The angel of sun,

She who cometh each morning as a bride from her chamber,

To shed her golden light on the world.

O thou immortal shining swift-steeded angel of the sun,

There is no warmth without thee,

No fire without thee,

No life without thee.

As green leaves of the trees do worship thee,

And though thee is the tiny wheat kernel,

Become a river of golden grass,

Moving with the wind,

Through thee is opened the flower in the centre of my body.

Therefore will I never hide myself from thee,

The angel of sun,

Holy messenger of the earthly mother.

Enter the holy temple within me,

And give me the fire of life.

The second communion is with the angel of water.

The angel of water,

She who makes the rain to fall upon the plain,

Who fills the dry well to overflowing.

Yea,

We do worship thee,

Water of life,

From the heavenly sea.

The waters run and flow forward from the never-failing springs.

In my blood flow a thousand pure springs,

And vapours and clouds,

And all the waters that spread over all the seven kingdoms.

All the waters the Creator hath made are holy.

The voice of the Lord is upon the waters.

The God of glory thundereth.

The Lord is upon many waters.

Angel of water,

Holy messenger of the earthly mother,

Enter the blood that flows through me.

Wash my body in the rain that falls from the heaven,

And give me the water of life.

The third communion is with the angel of air.

The angel of air who spreads the perfume of sweet-smelling fields,

Of spring grass after rain,

Of the opening buds of the rose of Sharon.

We worship the holy breath which is placed higher than all other things created.

For,

Lo,

The eternal and sovereign luminous space,

Where rule the unnumbered stars,

Is the air we breathe in and the air we breathe out.

And in the moment betwixt the breathing in and the breathing out is hidden all the mysteries of the infinite garden.

Angel of air,

Holy messenger of the earthly mother,

Enter deep within me as the swallow plummets from the sky,

That I may know the secrets of the wind and the music of the stars.

The fourth communion is with the angel of earth.

The angel of earth,

She who brings forth corn and grapes from the fullness of the earth.

She who brings children from the loins of husband and wife.

He who would till the earth with the left arm and the right.

Unto him will she bring forth an abundance of fruit and grain.

Golden-hued plants growing up from the earth during the spring.

As far as the earth extends,

As far as the rivers stretch,

As far as the sun rises.

To impart the gifts of the food unto men.

This wide earth do I praise,

Expanded far with paths.

The productive,

The full bearing thy mother,

Holy plant.

Yea,

I praise the lands where thou dost grow.

Sweet-scented,

Swiftly spreading,

The good growth of thy Lord.

He who sows corn,

Grass and fruit,

Soweth the law,

And his harvest shall be bountiful,

And his crop shall be ripe upon the hills,

As a reward for the followers of the law.

The Lord sends the angel of earth,

Holy messenger of the earthly mother,

To make the plants grow.

To make fertile the womb of woman,

That the earth may never be without the laughter of children.

Let us worship the Lord in her.

The fifth communion is with the angel of life.

The angel of life,

She who gives strength and vigour to man.

For though if the wax is not pure,

How then can the candle give a steady flame?

Go then,

Toward the high-growing trees,

And before one of them,

Which is beautiful,

High-growing and mighty,

Say these words.

Hail thee unto thee,

O good living tree,

Made by the Creator.

And then shall the river of life flow between you and your brother the tree,

And health of the body,

Swiftness of foot,

Quick hearing of ears,

Strength of the arms,

And eyesight of the eagle be yours.

Such is the communion with the angel of life,

Holy messenger of the earthly mother.

The sixth communion is with the angel of joy.

The angel of joy,

She who descends upon the earth,

To give beauty to all men.

For the Lord is not worshipped with sadness,

Nor with cries of despair.

Leave off your moans and lamentations,

And sing unto the Lord a new song.

Sing unto the Lord all the earth.

Let the heavens rejoice,

And let the earth be glad.

Let the fields be joyful,

Let the floods clap their hands,

Let the hills be joyful together before the Lord.

For you shall go out with joy,

And be led forth with peace.

The mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing.

Angel of joy,

Holy messenger of the earthly mother,

I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live.

I will praise to my God while I have my being.

The seventh communion is with our earthly mother.

Our earthly mother,

She who sends forth her angels to guide the roots of man,

And send them deep into the blessed soil.

We invoke the earthly mother,

The holy preserver,

The maintainer.

It is she who will restore the world.

The earth is hers,

And the fullness thereof the world,

And they that dwell therein.

We worship the good,

The strong,

The beneficent earthly mother,

And all her angels,

Bounteous,

Valiant,

And full of strength,

Welfare bestowing,

Kind,

And health giving,

Through her brightness and glory do the plants grow up from the earth,

By the never failing springs through her brightness and glory do the winds blow,

Driving down the clouds towards the never failing springs.

The earthly mother and I are one.

I have my roots in her,

And she takes delight in me according to the holy allure.

And then there was great silence as the listeners pondered the words of Jesus.

And there was a new strength in them,

And desire,

And hope shone in their faces.

And then one man spoke,

Master,

We are filled with eagerness to begin our communions with the angels of the earthly mother,

Who planted the great garden of the earth.

But what of the angels of the heavenly father who rule the night?

How are we to talk to them,

Who are so far above us,

Who are invisible to our eyes?

For we can see the rays of the sun,

And we can feel the cool water of the stream where we bathe.

And the grapes are warm to our touch as they grow purple on the vines.

But the angels of the heavenly father cannot be seen or heard or touched.

How then can we talk to them and enter their infinite garden?

Master,

Tell us what we must do.

And the morning sun encircled his head with glory as Jesus looked upon them and spoke.

My children,

Know you not that the earth and all that dwells therein is but a reflection of the kingdom of the heavenly father?

And as you are suckled and comforted by your mother when a child,

But go to join your father in the fields when you grow up.

So do the angels of the earthly mother guide your steps toward him who is your father,

And all his holy angels,

That you may know your true home and become true sons of God.

While we are children,

We will see the rays of the sun,

But not the power which created it.

While we are children,

We will hear the sounds of the flowing brook,

But not the love which created it.

While we are children,

We will see the stars,

But not the hand which scatters them through the sky as a farmer scatters seed.

Only through the communions with the angels of the heavenly father will we learn to see the unseen,

To hear that which cannot be heard,

And to speak the unspoken word.

The first communion is with the angel of power.

The angel of power who fills the sun with heat and guides the hand of man and all his works.

Thine,

O heavenly father,

Was the power when thou didst order a path for each of us and all.

Through thy power will my feet tread the path of the law.

Through thy power will my hands perform thy works.

May the golden river of power always flow from thee to me.

And may my body always turn unto thee as a flower turns unto the sun.

For there is no power save that from the heavenly father.

All else is but a dream of dust,

A cloud passing over the face of the sun.

There is no man that hath power over the spirit,

Neither hath he power in the day of death.

Only that power which cometh from God can carry us out from the city of death.

Guide our works and deeds,

O angel of power,

Holy messenger of the heavenly father.

The second communion is with the angel of love.

The angel of love whose healing waters flow in a never-ending stream from the sea of eternity.

Beloved,

Let us love one another,

For love is of the heavenly father,

And everyone that loveth is born of the heavenly order,

And knoweth the angels.

For without love a man's heart is parched and cracked as the bottom of a dry well,

And his words are empty as a hollow gourd.

But loving words are as a honeycomb sweet to the soul.

Loving words in a man's mouth are as deep waters,

And the wellspring of love as a flowing brook.

Yea,

It was said in the ancient of days,

Thou shalt love thy heavenly father with all thy heart,

And with all thy mind,

And with all thy deeds,

And thou shalt love thy brothers as thyself.

The heavenly father is love,

And he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in the heavenly father,

And the heavenly father in him.

He that loveth not is as a wandering bird cast out of the nest.

For him the grass faileth,

And the stream has a bitter taste.

And if a man say,

I love the heavenly father but hate my brother,

He is a liar.

For he that loveth not his brother,

Whom he hath seen,

How can he love the heavenly father whom he hath not seen?

By this we know the children of light,

Those who walk with the angel of love,

For they love the heavenly father,

And they love their brethren,

And they keep the holy law.

Love is stronger than the currents of deep waters.

Love is stronger than death.

The third communion is with the angel of wisdom.

The angel of wisdom,

Who maketh man free from fear,

Wide of heart,

And easy of conscience.

Holy wisdom,

The understanding that unfolds continuously as a holy scroll,

Yet does not come through learning.

All wisdom cometh from the heavenly father,

And is with him for ever.

Who can number the sand of the sea,

Or the drops of the rain,

Or the days of eternity?

Who can find out the height of heaven,

Or the breadth of the earth?

Who can tell the beginning of wisdom?

Wisdom hath been created before all things.

He who is without wisdom is like unto him that saith to the wood,

Awake!

And to the dumb stone Arise and teach,

So are his words empty,

And his deeds harmful,

As a child who brandishes his father's sword,

And knoweth not its cutting edge.

But the crown of wisdom makes peace and perfect health to flourish,

Both of which are the gifts of God.

O thou heavenly order,

And thou angel of wisdom,

I will worship thee and the heavenly father,

Because of whom the river of thought within us is flowing towards the holy sea of eternity.

The fourth communion is with the angel of eternal life.

The angel of eternal life,

Who brings the message of eternity to man.

For he who walks with the angels shall learn to soar above the clouds,

And his home shall be the eternal sea,

Where stands the sacred tree of life.

Do not wait for death to reveal the great mystery.

If you know not your heavenly father,

While your feet tread the dusty soil,

There shall be naught but shadows for thee in the life that is to come.

Here and now is the mystery revealed.

Here and now is the curtain lifted.

Be not afraid,

O man.

Lay hold of the wings of the angel of eternal life,

And soar into the paths of the stars,

The moon,

The sun,

And the endless light,

Moving around in their revolving circle forever,

And fly towards the heavenly sea of eternal life.

The fifth communion is with the angel of work.

The angel of work,

Who sings in the humming of the bee,

Pausing not in its making of golden honey.

In the flute of the shepherd,

Who sleeps not lest his flock go astray.

In the song of the maiden,

As she lays her hand to the spindle.

And if you think that these are not as fair in the eyes of the Lord as the loftiest of prayers,

Echoed from the highest mountain,

Then you do indeed err.

For the honest work of humble hands is a daily prayer of thanksgiving,

And the music of the plough is a joyful song unto the Lord.

He who eats the bread of idleness must die of hunger,

For a field of stones can yield only stones.

For him is the day without meaning,

And the night a bitter journey of evil dreams.

The mind of the idol is full of weeds of discontent,

But he who walks with the angel of work has within him a field always fertile,

Where corn and grapes and all manner of sweet scented herbs and flowers grow in abundance.

As ye sow,

So shall ye reap.

A man of God,

Who has found his task,

Shall not ask any other blessing.

The sixth communion is the angel of peace.

The angel of peace whose kiss bestoweth calm,

And whose face is as the surface of untroubled waters,

Wherein the moon is reflected.

I will invoke peace,

Whose breath is friendly,

Whose hand smooths the troubled brow.

In the rain of peace there is neither hunger nor thirst,

Neither cold wind nor hot wind,

Neither old age nor death.

But to him that hath not peace in his soul,

There is no place to build within the holy temple.

For how can the carpenter build in the midst of a whirlwind?

The seed of violence can reap only a harvest of desolation,

And from the parched clay can grow no living thing.

Seek ye then the angel of peace,

Who is as the morning star in the midst of a cloud,

As the moon at the full,

As a fair olive tree budding forth fruit,

And as the sun shining on the temple of the Most High.

Peace dwells in the heart of silence.

Be still,

And know that I am God.

The seventh communion is with the Heavenly Father.

The Heavenly Father who is,

Who was,

And who shall ever be.

O Great Creator,

Thou didst create the heavenly angels,

And thou didst reveal the heavenly laws.

Thou art my refuge in my fortress.

Thou art from everlasting.

Lord,

Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth,

Or ever thou hadst formed the earth.

Even from everlasting to everlasting thou art God,

Who hath made the waters,

And who maketh the plants.

Who to the wind I hath yoked the storm clouds,

The swift and even the fleetest.

Who,

O Great Creator,

Is the fountain of eternal life within our souls.

Who hath made the light and the darkness?

Who hath made sleep,

And the zest of the waking hours?

Who spread the noon tides,

And the midnight?

Thou,

O Great Creator,

Thou hast made the earth by thy power.

Thou hast established the world by thy wisdom,

And hath stretched out the heavens by thy love.

Do thou reveal unto me,

O Heavenly Father,

Thy nature,

Which is the power of the angels of thy holy kingdom.

Immortality and the heavenly order thou hast given,

O Creator,

And the best of all things thy holy law.

I will praise thy works with songs of thanksgiving,

Continually in all the generations of time.

With the coming of day I embrace my mother,

And with the coming of night I join my father.

And with the outgoing of evening and morning I will breathe their law.

And I will not interrupt these communions until the end of time.

And over the heaven and earth was a great silence,

And the peace of the Heavenly Father and the earthly Mother shone over the heads of Jesus and the multitude.

And that concludes part two of book two.

Listen now to part three,

Which is from the book of Jesus.

It's the sevenfold piece,

And a slightly different version of the talk on the mount that you might be used to.

Reviews

So very cool to hear this read out loud. Thank you so much.