Jesus Christ, San Pascual and the Eucharist

B.C. is an abbreviation for “Before Christ.” A.D. is an abbreviation for “anno Domini,” which is Latin for “in the year of our Lord.”
B.C. and A.D. are commonly used to count years in time. Jesus Christ’s birth is used as a starting point to count years that existed before (B.C.) and after (A.D.) He was born. For example, the year 532 B.C. refers to the time 532 years before A.D. 1, when Christ was assumed to have been born.
Dionysius Exiguus, a monk, invented the B.C./A.D. method during the Middle Ages, early in the sixth century. Commissioned by the pope, he did this to determine the correct date for Easter. His counting method determined Christ’s birth to be the year A.D. 1. However, Jesus was actually born a few years earlier, in the year 4 B.C.

Genesis of B.C. and A.D.

Thought to have been born in 1 A.D., Jesus Christ is the most influential man in history. So influential, in fact, that we reckon time according to his birth and death. Comes now Christ’s most ardent follower, San Pascual Baylon, who was born more than 1,500 years after Christ’s passing. Both Christ and San Pascual were mystics, i.e. they could summon the divine at will. They both lived austere lives. And both were great miracle workers.

Was San Pascual a reincarnated Christ?

It is said that Pascual’s devotion to the Holy Eucharist started when he was but a baby. An anecdote has it that the baby Pascual would crawl up the church altar when his parents brought him to church on Sundays.

Now in our year of 2013, here come documents purporting to be from Jesus Christ, dictated to a human vessel. Although we cannot vouch for their genuineness, the tracts exude so much power that they could only come from a supernatural being. In essence, the tracts trace the life of Christ’s and tend to straighten the misconceptions about what transpired in his life.

With regard to the Holy Eucharist, Christ Returns, Speaks His Truth, Letter 3 states:

In fact, I did not come to earth to introduce a new religion or higher moral code than that given by Moses in the Ten Commandments. My purpose was to bring a new perception of “God” as creator and understanding of existence itself. Out of that knowledge would come a new way of life. The current attitude towards my mission on earth, in this third millennium, is to acknowledge that the “miracles” I performed are beyond the capabilities of the average human being at this time. However, such “miracles” were examples of what can be achieved in the future when people’s minds are fully imbued with the true knowledge of existence and are also, through faith, meditation and prayer, fully attuned to and imbued with “Universal Life/Love Consciousness.

. . .I felt great sadness to be leaving my disciples who had served me so well. With my sadness came a return of all my fears and conflicts. I had moments of deep emotional self-pity. I felt that no one understood all I had tried to do for my people and the sacrifice I was prepared to make for them.

John was giving a vivid account of the story of the Israelites’ last night in Egypt before they escaped into the desert. He spoke of Moses’ instructions to the head of each family to kill an unblemished lamb, to cook it in a certain way, and paint its blood on the doorsteps of all Israelite dwellings because that very night, angels would come and slaughter all the first-born children of the Egyptians and their livestock. With great relish, he recalled the outcry made by the Egyptians when they woke to find the bloodied first-born in every house. None was spared.

It was the kind of horrible story I rejected as having any value for anyone seeking higher spiritual Truth. I wondered how much my disciples had really understood when I spoke of their “Heavenly Father” and His love for all mankind. How could they relish the thought of “angels” killing the Egyptian first-born when I had clearly told them that “God the Father” was Love.

But the Jews had always been preoccupied with the shedding of blood to atone for their sins. Even Abraham, the founder of the Israelite Nation, had been convinced he should take his only son into the desert and kill and offer him as a sacrifice to God. A pagan and revolting thought! I thought of the animal sacrifices in the Temple. Loving all the wild things of creation as I did, the practice was an abomination to me. And now I was about to be put to death because I had dared to speak the words of Truth. And when I considered how little I had achieved in passing on my Knowledge, I wondered why I had been sent on such a mission!

I felt a momentary spasm of resentment and anger inter-threading my usual feelings of love for these men. With some cynicism, I wondered what effective token of remembrance I could leave with them, to bring back to their minds all my teachings when I was no longer with them. If they could so swiftly forget all my teachings on the “Father’s Love” and enjoy the horrible story of the Passover, whilst I was still in the room with them–how much would they remember when I had died as a “felon” on the cross, the most despicable of deaths? Then it came to me that since they were so moved by the ‘shedding of blood”, I would give them blood to remember me by!

With these ironical reflections, I took up a loaf of bread, broke it and passed it to my disciples and told them to eat it. I likened the brokenness of the bread to the future brokenness of my body and asked them to repeat this breaking of bread and distributing as a means of remembering the sacrifice of my body to bring them the TRUTH–the Truth about God and the Truth about life, the Truth about Love.

Realizing I was in a strange mood, they stopped eating, listened, took the bread and ate it silently. Next, I took up my goblet of wine and passed it around, saying that they must each drink from it for it was a symbol of my blood, which would shortly be shed because I had dared to bring them the Truth of Existence.

I saw that the edge in my voice had reached some of them. Soberly, each one took a sip and then passed the goblet to his neighbor. But still, they said nothing. They sensed I was in earnest and would not tolerate any more arguments.

Then I told them that a certain man amongst them would betray me.

The rest of the Letters from Christ are here

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