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The Anointed One.

The Messiah.

The Second Coming.

The Rapture,

Day of Judgement,

End of the World,

Armageddon.

I grew up hearing about the many promises of God to save “his people.” and warnings that I was living in the end times. The Bible is full of stories about the destruction of various populations that didn’t live up to God’s expectations, but always with promise of a redeemer who would rescue and reward the faithful. My family’s theological discussions included condescending chuckles about the Jews who thought the Messiah was going to save them from the Roman occupation, when we know it was really about the salvation of their souls. Then there were the poor disciples who thought Jesus was going to return in the next few years (because “there are some standing here who will not taste death” before he returned) and went to their graves unsatisfied. The church I grew up in literally arose from a “Great Disappointment” about the Second Coming. Having worked out a prophecy that Jesus was going to descend to Earth on October 22, 1844, many of the faithful sold their belongings and waited expectantly for a cosmic event that never happened. Theologians went back to the drawing board and decided that Jesus had actually moved from the outer chamber of the heavenly temple into the Holy of Holies on that date, where he was now busy judging the faithful and preparing for his return to Earth riding on a cloud and surrounded by angels.

Throughout the first 20 years of my life, expectation was high that Jesus would come at any moment. Sometimes I gazed into the sky wondering if perchance “that” cloud might be the one, imagining what it would be like to see this wondrous event taking place before my own eyes. The faithful would then be “caught up in the air” to be with him, riding back to heaven on this magical cloud, while the rest of humanity would be abandoned for Satan to toy with. My parents even showed us an image of the Orion Nebula with the assurance that it was the “doorway of heaven” which Jesus would pass through on his way to Earth.

It was all very hopeful to a child growing up in poverty, isolation, and strict rules, but at some point, logic began to filter in and I had questions. Part of the prophecy was that “every eye shall see him,” but (most of) humanity has since figured out that the Earth is not flat. So how would it be possible for everyone to see a single event at the same time? Maybe it would be broadcast on TV or maybe God would work a miracle so everyone could see it in their part of the world. But more and more questions came up, and with the unsatisfactory answers I received, the time came to admit to myself that this grandest of all miracles – the coming of God himself to my lowly world – was a myth. It was magical thinking indulged in by simple and ignorant people, like those who used to believe the Sun orbited the Earth.

As my beliefs and experiences evolved, I came to a new understanding of this “second coming.” It was the clear and compassionate Christ Consciousness finally manifesting in the hearts and minds of humanity. That’s what Jesus was really trying to get across anyway; it just took us a couple thousand years to “get it.” As for the other realms and stuff like seeing God and angels, that would have to wait until I died. It was a little like finding out Santa Claus isn’t real; kind of sad, but a necessary part of growing up. Still, I felt a twinge of sympathetic irony every time I heard about another doomsday cult whose followers were convinced of some big cosmic event on a date that came and went. It was always good for a chuckle in the media, then forgotten as just another in a long line of hopeful delusions. (There are even Wikipedia pages documenting the many predictions of the Second Coming and apocalyptic events!)

Now comes a new promise: Heaven’s Cross.

Please understand, I’m generally in total agreement with Tobias, Adamus and Kuthumi. Their teachings have changed my life and my very beingness. They give words to things I know deep in my heart but have trouble expressing, and have helped me realize self-love and compassion at a depth of which Yeshua would approve. I have released untold limitations, integrated countless stuck aspects, and the dragon pounces at any remaining whiff of guilt or shame. The level of joy in my life is off the charts and, since tomorrow is usually a lot like yesterday, it continues unabated. I am content, finally enjoying and truly living the life I have created, instead of wishing it would get better.

Salvation is by my own hand these days; I have no need of an outside savior, rescuer, or cosmic event. When issues arise, I know who created them (me), who’s responsible (also me) and who can fix them (only me). The world? I see – not just conceptualize but really FEEL – the divine within every other human, whether they see it in themselves or not, and I know they’ll remember eventually. It is inevitable, they cannot remain stuck forever, and I deeply know that all is truly well.

So, what about Heaven’s Cross? I understand why my human is a little leery of yet another promise. And surely St. Germain will forgive me for standing back a little as I wonder how it’ll all play out. I notice a lot of Shaumbra eagerly awaiting a magical day and pinning all their hopes and dreams on this event, certain that everything will soon be better. I also see many Shaumbra with reservations, not quite sure what all the hubbub is about, and feeling skeptical of yet another promise. I totally grok both perspectives.

Personally, at a human level, I don’t know what to expect. I’ve put in my share of questions for Adamus* and am helping prepare for the webcast event on March 22. I’m all in, as always, but what’s it truly about, for real?

One thing that’s been stirring is a feeling of “preparation,” an inner drive to clear out old clutter, finish projects that have been languishing, and tie up loose ends of life here and there. Curiously, a lot of other people seem to be doing the same, each in their own way. But I don’t feel like waiting for a particular date or event to take care of myself or reorient my life. I am the BOSS (Being of Sovereign Service – thanks for that, Geoff!) of myself and my life and there’s no reason to delay taking charge. (I mean really, if anybody is waiting for some magical future date for their life to finally work out, another Great Disappointment is surely in the works.)

However, I’ve had enough glimpses of my Self and heard enough notes of the sweet song of my Soul to know that more would be, well, heavenly. Will Heaven’s Cross bring me closer to my Self? Bring it on! Will it make that divine connection easier for everyone else to access? I surely hope so. Will it be as dramatic as Jesus sailing down to Earth in all his glory? I doubt it. But feeling my own Self in the full knowing of my original creative splendor would be most welcome. Adamus used to ask his audiences, “How will you know when you’re realized?” I never got the mic for that question, but my answer was “When I no longer forget my Self and who I really am.” If that’s the promise of Heaven’s Cross, I’ll take it. And it’s no small thing.

I recently read a very interesting book called Application of Impossible Things. The author tells of getting blown up by a roadside bomb in Iraq and what she learned during the resulting out-of-body experience. It’s not a typical “near death experience” but rather a glimpse into the workings of reality and how we create our lives, lessons, and experiences. In fact, it strikes me as a personal account of how “Adamus physics” actually function, and the author continues to be able to reconnect to that specific knowing at will. It has the ring of truth, but at a level that, to me, is almost purely conceptual. Perhaps, as Heaven’s Cross opens, I too will be able to access such deep knowings – hopefully without needing a dramatic accident – and bring that wisdom into my everyday human life.

Whatever Heaven’s Cross means, I remain open and eager, ready to experience every moment of life fully, however it unfolds. Rather than the Apocalypse being the end of the world as we know it, I prefer to think of it as the AND of the world, where everything becomes true because access is no longer restricted. As a creator, what could be better than being All that I Am, here and now?


*Attendees of Heaven’s Cross Part 2: The Apocalypse are invited to send in questions for a session with Adamus by February 10. More information can be found on the Cloud Class page.

9 comments on "Promises, Promises"

  • Maria Pio on March 5, 2023 10:19 PM said:
    Obrigada querida Jean.
  • Nancy on February 28, 2023 7:00 AM said:
    GRACIAS Jean...Un abrazo
  • Angy Bahl on February 27, 2023 5:54 PM said:
    Muchas gracias querida Jean, como siempre, me quedo con una gran sonrisa despues de leerte... abrazotes enormes!!
  • Denise Crispino on February 26, 2023 3:35 PM said:
    Querida Jean,Gratidão por mais um artigo maravilhoso. Eu estou aberta já nesta agora, para viver a Cruz do céu.
  • Zoran on February 26, 2023 12:52 PM said:
    Hvala Jean, bas mi pricas iz duse. LP Zoran
  • Sandra on February 26, 2023 12:33 PM said:
    Thanks Jean, Feeling the same here too. It resonates perfectly with me.
  • BeatrixChristine on February 25, 2023 1:43 AM said:
    ❤️❤️❤️❤️von ganzem Herzen DANKE❤️❤️❤️❤️
  • Fatima on February 23, 2023 7:13 AM said:
    Muito obrigada Jean compactuo com sua visão.
  • Andy Glass on February 16, 2023 7:00 AM said:
    Thank you friend, you put into words the feelings I have. ohbeon

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