An hour ago I called Marilyn Reed nee’ Godfrey. She did not pick up. I asked her to author three pages about her fanasy she owned, that I was Jesus to her Mary Magdalane. I told her to read what I just posted. Then, it came to me……..I AM THE JESUS THAT WAS NOT!
How can my daughter not be my daughter, but the daugher of – HER BARREN AUNT! Why is Heather Hanson alright with this impossible idea?
Then it came to me……Jesus and Mary Magdalene did not have a daughter – THEY HAD A SON! This is the forbidden secret! This is the impossible thing, because it means, Jesus was not WHO HE IS MADE OUT TO BE. Who would know this better than anyone? Mary Magdalene! No one on these egroups, after they published many books, ever suggested Mary Magdalene had a son. I now understand – my grandmother wanted a son very badly. I went to live with her when I was seven for six months.
Rosemary told me her mother was dying and wanted to see me. She wanted to tell me something. I was afraid of what it was, and did not go see her. This was 1970. I would meet Rena by the sea – days later! She reminds me of my grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond. We were suposed to have a child. I was the male Mary annointed over my brother, to be the MALE HEIR in her family. What I am saying is, Jesus……WAS A KING, an not a prophet. He married the wife of a great prophet. They gave birth to…..A PROPHET KING! Who is he?
I am….The Rose Line!
John ‘The Nazarite
Rosamond ▼ as a girls’ name is pronounced ROH-za-mund. It is of Old German origin, and the meaning of Rosamond is “horse protector”. Also (Latin) “pure rose” or “rose of the world”, which are linked to the Virgin Mary. Author Rosamond Bernier; actress Rosamund Pike.
STARTS WITH Ros-
rosamund clifford – “Rosa Mundi”, “The Rose of the World” – Henry II’s true love. Did she bring the whole thing down?
Alongside Guenevere, Hero, Cleopatra, and the rest is “The rose-white sphere of flower-named Rosamond.” This Swinburnean heroine conceives of herself not as an individual but rather as a type, the beautiful woman who inspires insatiable and potentially destructive passions: “Yea, I am found the woman in all tales, / The face caught always in the story’s face.” She is Helen, Cressida, Hero, and Cleopatra. In her particular “tale,” as in Swinburne’s versions of stories about Cleopatra, Guenevere, and Yseult, the heroine herself is destroyed. Yet we are conditioned from the play’s first scene, as the “flower-white” Rosamond wrestles with the fact of her own mutability, to accept the drama of her death as merely one episode in Love’s timeless, cyclic tragedy.