Words from Rebecca about Jesus

For those of you who don’t know me personally, I would like to explain how God brought me together with Elishevaa through the path of Christianity. As I write, I will be using the term “God,” but you can replace it with whatever feels comfortable to you, be it “The Universe,” “The Light,” etc. While getting disclaimers out of the way, I will say that I don’t promote a religious path — for there is truth to be found in every religion and spiritual tradition — but at the same time I do believe that the power brought to earth by Jesus is an important resource to increase the intensity and effectiveness of any spiritual path.
My childhood was rough, both spiritually and emotionally. I physically and intuitively heard things, saw things, knew things and felt things all around me. Things that other people didn’t hear, see, know or feel. Throughout adolescence, I was overwhelmed with more energetic stimulation than most people. A “walking sponge” as my counselor said. I was, and continue to be, blessed beyond words that my parents were supportive. My mother, a psychiatric nurse, knew I was gifted in some special way, and that none of my gifts (or issues, depending on how one looked at it) would be addressed properly from a psychiatric perspective.
At age 17 I was put in speech therapy for a hoarseness in my voice. My speech therapist began talking of energies, colors, and chakras, and I instantly resonated with this new vocabulary. This is what I had been perceiving. This speech therapist introduced us to the Dallas Metaphysical Foundation. It became a haven where other people not only had the same thoughts and experiences, but were able to share their growth with each other and work together for greater understanding. It was a life-altering experience when my mother, father and myself all threw ourselves wholeheartedly into individual, group, and family therapy. I don’t think I would be here today if it weren’t for the support of my parents and the DMF. My parents once again were the cornerstone of my very existence. I shudder to think how my life would have turned out if they had belittled or minimized my experiences.
Even though I had been raised a Methodist, singing in the choir, traveling in musicals and attending summer camps, I had no concept of a living Jesus. At the same time, I had always been attracted to Bible study. Even my first teenage Bible is covered in highlighting and underlining. It’s sad to me, looking back, that the by Junior High I concluded I had failed at Christianity. I believed Jesus came for our human intervention, not to create more religions and laws. If anything, he kept and kept on breaking the laws. I was wrestling with these spiritual concepts in my mind, but the truth wasn’t penetrating my soul. I began studying the Bible in earnest and became my own version of “born again.”
Not only did I ask Jesus to come in, take charge and take over, I went on a mission. Not a literal mission, but a personal mission. I prayed that God would take away all my “gifts” until I could use them for Him, understanding those gifts better or not having them at all. In offering this prayer and having it immediately answered, I felt truly, truly free. I got deeply involved in learning what Jesus really said, taking courses that could guide me through as much of the Aramaic, Greek and Hebrew as possible. I sincerely went on a quest to know what he said, not what someone else said he said.
I would go to spiritual retreats and hear people say to one another “What kind of Christian are you?” This question stunned me. “What kind?” I’d wonder. Then I’d answer myself, “The kind that lets Jesus work, that’s what kind!” I was a little insecure at first, wondering if what I’d studied was somehow inferior to some else’s interpretation. But I would get over that quickly, as I could see that many Christians weren’t so much convinced of the way, but rather defensive about their own way.
Here’s an example of that Christian confusion. One night, in the privacy of my bedroom, I had a beautiful experience where my voice began speaking in a different language and my mind lit up with visions and my soul was in ecstasy beyond description. I learned this was called “speaking in tongues.” In my excitement, I called my college sorority “big sis,” who I remembered was a “good Christian” in college. I thought she’d be as excited as I was that God had blessed me with this event! Instead, she told me to seek immediate spiritual help, because I was “talking to demons!” Not the excitement I expected.
But something had happened that built my confidence during my “tongues” session. I also learned very early on that God has a sense of humor when He‘s making a point. While I was having that experience, I saw in one of the visions the big toe of a friend of mine. I thought that was odd, but I prayed for the big toe anyway. The next day I found out that she had broken her toe. That experience with tongues just fueled my belief that I was a big girl, was filled with the Holy Spirit, and could study and yes, interpret with confidence in myself.
Do you know the gifts of the Spirit given to mankind through the work of the Master? In 1 Corinthians 10, the list begins. You can read them on your own, but the point I like to make is that there is a variety! And all these gifts come through the Spirit, not through man’s logic or reason. “Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit. And there are varieties of ministries, and the same Lord. And there are varieties of effects, but the same God who works all things in all persons. But to each one is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.” There is a gift of prophecy, and the distinguishing of spirits, and these gifts can be given to anyone who wishes to use them to bless others. We are all unique, and we bring unique gifts to the body of human spiritual experience.
I’d like to also take a moment to address demons, which can be complicated without discernment or the “distinguishing of spirits.” There are, without a doubt, some nasty little characters out there. Prayerful discernment is undoubtedly a necessary tool when taking the journey into the spiritual world. I highly discourage games like the Oujii board, which to me is akin to leaving your doors unlocked in a dangerous neighborhood. Always invoke divine protection when you meditate and pray. Jesus said that good trees bear good fruit, and good trees cannot bear bad fruit. This is so simple, yet so telling.
By the time I started channeling about eleven years later, I knew I would be considered by the mainstream church to be possessed. I was told after making the decision to live with Jesus “in my heart” that I now had a special target on my soul for those demons. I was a demon dartboard. They were out to get me! Great. That’s just what a new Christian needs to hear! So naturally, they thought I was bombarded by demons. But that never made sense to me, because everything I heard from Elishevaa was about love and peace and comfort, and there was no urgency, stress, pressure or force of any kind in their messages.
Yet most Christians believe that demons flee at the mention of Jesus' name. That is true. They cannot abide the high vibration of prayer and calling on Jesus' name. But the church can make you feel like you’re the first person to say the world is round. Or it can call you a witch for understanding the healing power of herbs. Or it will call you a heretic for believing something that that particular denomination doesn't. Do Christians realize how many people they drive away from Jesus because of their lack of discernment? It often happens that a person approaches Jesus with a childlike faith, but a Christian burdens that heart with unreasonable fear and unreachable rules, thereby discouraging the seeker.