The Female Messiah Has Come

When Rena came out of that darkened door, I gasped for air. Her beauty was beyond compare. The first thing I noticed was she looked like Jesus, or, Jesus’ daughter. Put a crown of thorns on her, and, you get the big picture. This was 1970, long before Dan Brown. I titled Irene Christensen;

‘The Serene Christ’

Irene means “serene”. Christensen means “son of the Christian” or, “son of Christ”.

In 1992 I began my autobiography ‘Bonds With Angels’. It begins with the true story of the Angel that came into my sister’s room and woke them. The year was 1957.

The spiritual work I and my Angel did with Rena, has altered the world.

Jon Presco

This is the story of a terrifying and prophetic encounter with an angel in a virgin rain forest on the west coast of Canada. The author describes the impact of this revelation on her personally whilst leading us across the threshold of mystical initiation. In this journey through myth, psychology and the esoteric mysteries behind the ancient wisdom teachings, the author challenges the paternalistic dogma of the Christian Church and its oppression and disrespect of the divine feminine within. Through a revelation of the awakened heart, never before revealed sacred knowledge which has been known only to the few about the nature of our true spiritual inheritance culminates in a dynamic challenge to the future

From the Author
Words are particularly difficult little creatures to organise. They have minds of their own and will misbehave if not treated with respect. Some of them have inferiority complexes! Usually, the large words engage the writer’s efforts. Then the little words feel ignored. Out of spite, they will change the sense of something subtly. This is why, out of politeness, I try to court them by avoiding the larger and more impressive words that strut across the page creating the illusion of self-importance.
 
In order to alleviate their usually mundane task, I call on little words and engage them in creative activity. I invite them to paint pictures of demons and souls. Hopefully, I solicit them to serve my cause.
 
Sometimes, I am forced to discipline them, orchestrating them in such a way as to convey mighty themes, dark, as well as light. Respectful, yet firm attention brings out the best in them, and they perform beautiful symphonic melodies that give shape to underlying haunting, repetitive themes.
 
Larger words often have their roots in ancient languages. As embodiments of universal, philosophical ideas, they are passed down the ages with consummate care in order to preserve the inborn knowledge hidden in the collective soul. Early Greeks knew the Word as logos, which is the expression of the Mind of God. Perhaps, it is this thought that inspired Biblical writers to state: “The Word was made Flesh.”
 
I ask words to pack profound ideas into simple, pithy sentences. If a larger word is cast in the starring role, I ask the little words to group together and sing the background metaphor. Without them, the stage could not be set, nor story told, nor meaning revealed.
 
I am aware of the magical, musical and mystical quality of words, and have included poems, where I could not say what I wanted to say any other way.
 
Words are capable of conveying meaning on many levels of consciousness at once. They are imaginal catalysts and image-makers. I aspire to use them well, to paint pictures of not only the radiant soul and the way of transformation, but, uncompromisingly, the darker, treacherous reality of the unconscious.
 
Niamh Clune