“Arrête Emergency”: When My Twin Flame Appeared and Created a World Between Languages

🌍How a Franglais panic in a Miami rainstorm became one of the most meaningful inside jokes of my relationship.

Some soulmate stories begin with flirty glances at a party.

Mine began with tears.

I had just been turned away from my ancestor’s grave — a moment heavy with emotion, history, and spiritual weight. I was crying on the sidewalk when my Uber driver pulled up. The first one had canceled. The second one — the one who actually arrived — happened to be him.

At the time, I didn’t understand the magnitude of that moment.

But looking back, it was unmistakably divine timing: the universe weaving together ancestry, grief, coincidence, and destiny in one seamless intersection.

And here’s the unexpected part:

even though I was crying, and even though the moment was emotional, the energy between us was surprisingly light.

There was flirtation from the beginning — warm, subtle, natural.

His smile carried that effortless French ease I would later come to know so well.

He joked gently, easing the weight of the moment without diminishing it.

And then he reached for my hand.

Not dramatically.

Not boldly.

Just naturally — as if he already knew me.

And when he did, something ancient awakened in me.

It wasn’t attraction alone.

It was recognition.

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Twin Flames Don’t Enter Quietly — They Enter Through Meaning

Long before this happened, I had written openly on my own website about twin flames — about the truth that these connections are not fantasies, but profound energetic mirrors, shared purpose, and divine timing.

I wrote that twin flames often enter your life at a crossroads event — a moment that could go one way or another, and the universe intervenes.

That is exactly where I was standing:

• outside the lineage of my family

• emotional and vulnerable

• trying to honor my past

• when a canceled Uber redirected my entire future

That’s how twin flame crossings happen:

quietly, powerfully, and at the exact moment you are open and unguarded.

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Before the Inside Jokes, There Was Ease

People imagine soulmate beginnings as cinematic, but the truth is simpler and deeper:

When he arrived, there was an immediate ease.

A calmness.

A familiarity that didn’t make sense yet made perfect sense.

We weren’t laughing hysterically the way we would in Miami a year and a half later, but we were absolutely laughing that first day — small jokes, little comments, gentle flirtation.

That mixture of ease + spark is the beginning of every twin flame story I’ve ever written about.

Something inside me recognized him long before my mind understood why.

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Miami & “Arrête Emergency”: The Moment Our Third Language Was Born

Fast-forward a year and a half later:

Miami.

Rain pouring.

A BMW convertible.

Chaos rising.

He accidentally pulls into a lane he absolutely should not be in, and my nervous system panics into this spontaneous Franglais eruption:

“Arrête emergency!”

Perfectly imperfect.

Not English.

Not French.

Just instinct.

That moment could have turned into a fight.

He could have felt criticized.

He could have shut down or reacted with ego.

But instead?

He laughed with me, not at me.

He softened.

And somehow, the fear dissolved into connection.

A stressful moment became one of our most cherished inside jokes.

A rupture turned into intimacy — the true sign of emotional compatibility.

That’s when we created our own language.

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The French Call It “Un Délire à Deux”

Our relationship slowly became what the French so perfectly call:

un délire à deux

A private world. A shared delirium only the two of us understand.

It wasn’t just language between us — it was culture.

We created:

• a rhythm

• a shared humor

• a playful bilingual dialect

• a softness inside tension

• a world no one else understands

Another French expression describes it even better:

notre petit monde

our little world.

That’s exactly what this love feels like:

a world that exists between languages, between lifetimes, between destiny and human choice.

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The Twin Flame Breadcrumbs That Followed

On my website, I once wrote that twin flame connections unfold through synchronicity — moments that are too precise, too unlikely, too mirrored to ignore.

And after he came into my life, something surreal happened:

MLive called my agency wanting to interview me about twin flames.

A random weekday.

No connection.

No reason.

No explanation.

Just a journalist calling out of nowhere to talk about the exact spiritual concept I had been writing about — right as I was living it.

I had spent years writing about soul recognition, divine timing, and the way love can arrive through synchronicity… and suddenly I was being featured as an expert, telling the story of how I met my twin flame after being turned away from my ancestors’ crypt in Paris.

My words appeared beside the daughter of Elizabeth Clare Prophet—two women speaking about destiny, spiritual awakening, and the power of inner transformation.

The article wasn’t just press.

It was a sign.

A mirror.

A cosmic nod saying, “Yes, you are living exactly what you’ve always known.”

That wasn’t coincidence.

It was confirmation.

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His Smile, His Ease, His Spirit: The First Signs I Recognized

From the beginning, he carried a presence that felt familiar:

• light but grounded

• confident but kind

• playful but steady

• gentle but magnetic

His smile was the first thing I noticed, and I remember thinking:

This feels like someone I’ve known before.

And the moment he took my hand — on the day I was grieving my ancestors — something inside me whispered:

“This is part of your story.”

Not just romantically — spiritually.

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Safety: The Language That Doesn’t Need Translation

The arrête emergency moment illustrates something essential:

With him, my vulnerability does not create danger.

It creates closeness.

In my past, vulnerability meant:

• being misunderstood

• being criticized

• being punished

• being too much

• being unsafe

With him, vulnerability becomes:

• safety

• laughter

• softness

• connection

• repair

Twin flames don’t show up to create chaos.

They show up to mirror truth, expand you, soften you, and make you brave again.

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Humor: The Love Letter Between Lifetimes

He still quotes it —

“Arrête emergency.”

And every time, it brings back the memory, the fear, the relief, and the intimacy of that moment.

Inside jokes are not trivial.

They are emotional timestamps.

Proof that two souls moved through something together.

Humor is how our souls remind each other:

• we’re safe

• we’re connected

• we remember

• we choose each other again and again

It’s our language now —

a language built on everything we’ve survived and softened together.

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Our Love Lives Between Languages, Between Lifetimes

We didn’t meet through perfection.

We didn’t meet through grammar.

We didn’t meet in a moment of joy.

We met through emotion, vulnerability, ancestry, timing —

and a man who held my hand when I was crying outside my family’s resting place.

But over time, our love built its own language:

• part English

• part French

• part memory

• part destiny

• part soul

A language only we speak.

A world only we inhabit.

A true délire à deux —

ridiculous, tender, fated, bilingual, ancestral, and unmistakably ours.

When the Veil Thins: What MTG and Candace Owens Reveal About the Collapse of the Political Industrial Complex

Posted by Julie Tourangeau

This week, two very different public figures —a sitting U.S. Congresswoman and a global media personality —released statements that shook the political world within hours of each other. Not because of the politics attached to their names, but because of what their words signaled:

A fracture.

A breaking point.

A confession of something deeper happening beneath the surface.

Marjorie Taylor Greene, one of the most polarizing members of Congress, posted a five-page resignation letter announcing that her final day in office will be January 5th, 2026. Her language wasn’t the typical “I’m stepping down to spend more time with my family.” It was something else. Something raw. Something that sounded like a person who finally stopped pretending.

She wrote of betrayal, targeting, the political industrial complex, and the machine in Washington that “devours” anyone who refuses to obey it. She spoke of foreign influence, elite donor classes, Big Pharma, Big Tech, and the Military Industrial Complex controlling what should be the people’s house. She described years of being used as a political weapon, discarded, and threatened by the very structure she once defended.

And then, hours later, Candace Owens published a statement so shocking that even her critics had to pause. She claimed a high-ranking French government insider warned her that her assassination had been greenlit by Macron, carried out through specialized military units. Whether one believes this claim is beside the point … the real message was in the tone:

“If something happens to me, I want the world to know.”

“Let all be revealed.”

Two different women.

Two different spheres.

One shared thread:

The machine is cracking.

And the people inside it are finally saying it out loud.

This is not about agreeing with them.

It’s about recognizing the pattern.

We are living in a moment where the institutions that held power for decades — political parties, media giants, intelligence agencies, international alliances — are no longer able to maintain the illusion of unity, morality, or control. The people who once benefitted from these institutions are now calling them out. And not subtly.

They’re saying the quiet part loudly.

They’re saying what many ordinary Americans have felt for years:

There is a ruling class. And they’ve stopped pretending they work for us.

A Veil is Lifting — Politically and Spiritually

What’s happening right now is exactly what I’ve been writing about in The Lost Path to Freedom. You cannot build an empire on deception forever. Eventually the weight of its own corruption collapses inward — and the people who were once its most loyal defenders become unwilling witnesses.

Truth doesn’t rise quietly. It rips seams open.

This is not about left or right.

It’s not about Republican or Democrat.

It’s about the end of an era where political power operated in the shadows while the public was given a scripted performance.

The veil is thinning — spiritually, socially, politically.

And people are sensing it.

Fear is the First Stage of Revelation

When systems collapse, the people inside them often panic. They lash out. They reveal secrets. They say things they once would have buried to protect their careers.

They tell the truth because the truth has become safer than silence.

That is the energy we are seeing now:

Panic mixed with confession.

Fear mixed with revelation.

Power mixed with collapse.

This doesn’t mean we are doomed — it means the opposite.

Corruption is exposed right before it loses its hold.

When someone shows you the machinery behind the curtain, it is because the curtain is already burning.

The political industrial complex — the same one MTG named directly — is not invincible. It is decaying. It is being seen. And once something is seen, it cannot return to the shadows.

This is a moment of collective awakening.

Not just politically, but spiritually.

We are watching the same story that has played out across civilizations:

• The old guard grips tighter.

• The people grow restless.

• The truth leaks through unintended cracks.

• The empire, in its arrogance, exposes itself.

• And in the collapse — new paths open.

This is not the end of America.

This is the end of pretending.

And that, in a strange way, is freedom.

Let all be revealed.

And let us keep walking the path back to truth, back to integrity, back to what was lost and is now returning.

The people are waking up.

The systems are shaking.

And the truth — finally — is speaking for itself.

Before Constantine: The Real Origin of “Synagogue of Satan”

Posted by Julie Tourangeau

Why Modern 2000s Christian Churches Got This Wrong and Why the Truth Sets Us Free

If you’ve spent any time around modern 2000s-era Christian churches influenced by the Seven Mountain Mandate, you’ve likely heard a very confident claim: that the phrase “synagogue of Satan” in Revelation was manipulated, shaped, or inserted by Constantine.

It sounds compelling.

It feels dramatic.

But it’s historically impossible.

The Seven Mountain Mandate is just empire wearing a cross, power disguised as prophecy, hierarchy masquerading as holiness.

Many modern churches shaped by the Seven Mountain Mandate have built an entire theology on fear, control, and the belief that Christians must “take over” cultural institutions to usher in God’s kingdom. This movement often rewrites history to fit its agenda claiming, for example, that terms like “synagogue of Satan” were manipulated by Constantine or created by later political conspiracies. But none of this is supported by actual history, early manuscripts, or the lived spirituality of the first followers of Jesus. The Seven Mountain Mandate replaces Jesus’ nonviolent, compassion-rooted Way with a dominionist system obsessed with power, hierarchy, and cultural domination. In doing so, it distorts Scripture, promotes fear-based interpretations, and encourages believers to see enemies where Jesus saw human beings in need of healing, mercy, and awakening. Recovering the real history frees us from these modern distortions and brings us back to the original, liberating message of Christ: that the kingdom is within, not seized through political conquest.

The more closely you study early Christianity, the more obvious it becomes:

Constantine wasn’t even alive when Revelation was written.

The phrase predates him by almost 200 years.

And its meaning comes from Jesus’ own spiritual lineage, not from Rome.

This matters…not just for accuracy, but because reclaiming the original meaning frees us from the fear-based, empire-influenced theology that still shapes American Christianity today.

Let’s look at the real history.

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Revelation Was Written Long Before Constantine

Revelation was composed around 90–96 A.D.

Constantine was born in 272 A.D.

The phrase “synagogue of Satan” appears in:

• Revelation 2:9

• Revelation 3:9

That’s it.

No later additions.

No Roman edits.

We possess physical manuscripts and quotations from before Constantine existed that contain these verses.

This alone breaks the Seven Mountain Mandate narrative.

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The Phrase Comes From a Much Older Jewish Tradition

“Synagogue of Satan” isn’t Roman language at all.

It’s Jewish sectarian language rooted in the Essenes and the Dead Sea Scrolls.

If you’ve ever read the Scrolls, you instantly recognize the pattern:

• “men of the pit”

• “lot of Belial”

• “congregation of deceit”

• “sons of darkness”

These are spiritual classifications describing groups aligned with corruption rather than God.

This exact dualistic moral vocabulary appears in:

• the Dead Sea Scrolls (150 B.C.–50 A.D.)

• Jesus’ teachings

• Paul’s letters

• the Book of Revelation

Which means:

The language used in Revelation is older than both Constantine and Christianity itself.

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Jesus Himself Spoke Like an Essene

Whether or not Jesus was formally Essene, His teaching vocabulary mirrors theirs:

• “children of light”

• “evil one”

• “your father, the adversary”

• “wolves in sheep’s clothing”

• “den of violent ones” (mistranslated as “robbers”)

• “blind guides”

This is the same symbolic worldview Revelation uses.

It is emphatically not Roman, imperial, or Constantinian.

It is Jewish, prophetic, and nonviolent.

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Early Church Fathers Quote the Phrase Before Constantine

Another inconvenient fact for modern prophecy churches:

Writers who lived long before Constantine quote Revelation — including the “synagogue of Satan” passages — exactly as we have them today.

• Ignatius of Antioch (c. 110 A.D.)

• Justin Martyr (150 A.D.)

• Irenaeus (180 A.D.)

Irenaeus even reproduces material from Revelation 2–3 directly.

This proves:

• the text was stable

• the phrase already existed

• Constantine didn’t insert anything

That’s not speculation.

It’s archaeology.

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What Constantine Actually Changed … And What He Didn’t

Constantine changed:

• Christianity’s political status

• the structure of the church

• the relationship between bishops and empire

… he even united pagans and Christians by combining certain aspects of each faith for holidays.

But he did not:

• influence Essene vocabulary

• change first-century Jewish symbolism

The claim that he created “synagogue of Satan” language is simply not factually possible.

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The Real Meaning of “Synagogue of Satan”

Once you remove modern distortion, the meaning becomes beautifully simple:

“Synagogue of Satan” means

an assembly aligned with injustice or spiritual blindness — not an ethnicity.

It does not mean:

• Jews

• synagogues

• ethnic groups

• political states

• religious institutions

It means:

any community whose actions oppose compassion, justice, and sacred consciousness.

This aligns perfectly with:

• the Essenes

• Jesus

• Paul

• Revelation

• and the whole apocalyptic tradition of ancient Judaism

It is not about identity.

It is about alignment.

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Why This Matters Today

Many 2000s-era prophecy churches teach a theology shaped by:

• the Seven Mountain Mandate

• 20th-century Zionist politics

• 19th-century dispensationalism

• anti-historical end-times charts

• fear-based spiritual warfare language

These systems tend to make Constantine the villain behind every biblical “hard saying.”

But the truth is far more grounded:

The ancient followers of Jesus were speaking from within their own Jewish tradition —

not reacting to a fourth-century Roman emperor.

When we return to the real roots, we rediscover the spiritual brilliance of the early Jesus movement:

• truth over distortion

• compassion over fear

• awakening over control

• inner liberation over outer empire

• justice over violence

This is the Jesus whose teachings were hijacked by empire, but not created by it.

And this is the Revelation written long before Constantine, calling communities to walk in light, love, and discernment.

Because “synagogue of Satan” was never about a people.

It was always about a posture.

It was always about a choice.

It was always about a community’s alignment with compassion or with injustice.

And that message is more relevant today than ever.

The Magdalene Code: When Britney Spears Felt Seen—And Spoke Back

Posted by Julie Tourangeau

In 2011, I met Britney Spears backstage at the Palace of Auburn Hills during her Femme Fatale Tour, right in the thick of her conservatorship. I didn’t understand the full truth then, but I could feel something wasn’t right.

She entered the room with wide, wary eyes. Her energy was guarded, uncertain. Her longtime assistant and closest friend, Felicia, greeted us. I now know Felicia had not been hired back by those managing Britney’s life at the time—she had rejoined the tour independently just to stay near her and offer protection.

Even without the backstory, I felt the tension.

Britney seemed distant. So I softened things with a gentle question:

What’s your favorite game to play with your boys?

She responded, but it was guarded.

She smiled, but it was tight.

I left with a photo and a feeling:

There was so much more I wished I’d said.

So much more I wished I had seen and honored in her.

Unveiling the Shadows: The Role of Industry Power Players

Britney’s conservatorship, officially terminated in 2021, was orchestrated and maintained by a network of industry figures. Central to this was Lou Taylor, founder of Tri Star Sports & Entertainment Group, who played a significant role in establishing the conservatorship. Taylor’s firm managed Britney’s estate and was accused of profiting substantially during this period. Court documents revealed that Tri Star received at least $18 million from Britney’s estate during the conservatorship .

Moreover, Taylor’s connections extend to other high-profile artists, including Sean “Diddy” Combs. Recent reports have highlighted the overlapping management and potential conflicts of interest within the industry .

In 2007, Britney was photographed partying with Diddy shortly before her infamous MTV Video Music Awards performance. This association has resurfaced amid legal scrutiny of Diddy’s activities, prompting questions about the influences surrounding Britney during critical moments of her career .

The Broader Implications

Britney’s experience underscores the complexities of artist management and the potential for exploitation within the entertainment industry. The intertwining of personal freedoms with corporate interests raises concerns about autonomy, consent, and the mechanisms that allow such control to persist.

Her story serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of vigilance, transparency, and advocacy in protecting the rights and well-being of individuals, particularly within industries prone to power imbalances.

It’s Britney, Bitch: A Love Story

Fast forward to April 14, 2024.

I was researching the Divine Feminine, early Christianity, and how Mary Magdalene’s true role—as an apostle, mystic, and wisdom-bearer—was erased by patriarchal religion. I wasn’t looking for Britney Spears. But somehow, she showed up.

I remembered some of her cryptic posts from the past—references to River Red, sacred imagery, and even Mary Magdalene herself. It was clear to me that Britney had been trying to speak in code for a long time. About pain, truth, awakening. About remembering.

So I searched.

And found one of her archived Magdalene posts—no longer visible on her main profile, but still searchable through Google. Unlike her recent posts, this one still allowed comments.

It felt like a sacred threshold had opened.

Because Mary Magdalene isn’t just a historical figure. She is an archetype of the suppressed Divine Feminine, the silenced truth-teller, the soul-witness to Jesus’s message of love, equality, and spiritual rebirth.

According to many early texts—including the Gospel of Mary and The Gospel of the Holy Twelve—Mary Magdalene was not a prostitute, as later traditions claimed, but Jesus’s closest companion. He kissed her often, not as scandal, but as an act of deep spiritual transmission. She understood him. He called her “the Woman Who Knows the All.”

She represented Sophia—wisdom incarnate.

And Jesus? He wasn’t here to start a religion.

He came to liberate us from false power, to restore divine balance—including the sacred feminine we were taught to forget.

So to leave a message for Britney—on that post—was no accident.

I wrote:

“I met you many years ago and I wished I asked you deeper things than what is your favorite game to play with your boys. 👁️ sending you all the love 💞”

It wasn’t just a nostalgic comment. It was a recognition—of the Magdalene within her. Of the sacred knowing she’s carried all along, even under control, criticism, and confusion.

And then—within minutes—she posted again:

“The deeper the well, the better the water…

I’m much too quiet, yet in silence I make my point.”

It was her first River Red post in a long time.

And it felt like a soul reply.

Not to my name. But to my frequency.

To the Magdalene thread that had been quietly re-woven between us.

And maybe that’s why this moment mattered so much. Because I know what it’s like to be misjudged when all you’re really doing is feeling deeply and loving fiercely. That’s a central theme in my book The Lost Path to Freedom—how women who live from the heart, who speak truth or carry light, are often labeled as “too much,” “crazy,” or yes, a “bitch.” Britney once said, “It’s Britney, bitch,” and to me, that’s more than a catchphrase. It’s a reclamation. A love story. Not a romance—but the kind of love that burns through illusion. When the world doesn’t know what to do with your truth, it turns you into a symbol. But love, even misunderstood, still leaves a mark. That’s the story Britney’s been telling in silence. And it’s one I’ve lived too.

🔮 Decoding “Maria River Red”: Britney’s Magdalene Reclamation

When Britney Spears refers to herself as “Maria River Red,” she’s not just being poetic—she’s invoking the Divine Feminine in one of its most powerful, suppressed forms: Mary Magdalene.

Maria is the Latin name for Mary.

River Red is blood, sacrifice, life force—and sacred rage.

Together, Maria River Red becomes a symbol of:

• The woman who bleeds and still flows

• The silenced one who remembers

• The sacred feminine returning after exile

Mary Magdalene was the closest companion to Jesus in many early texts. She was not a prostitute, but a teacher, a mystic, a truth-bearer. She stood at the foot of the cross when the men fled. She was the first to witness the resurrection. And yet, she was written out of power.

Britney, too, has been misunderstood, silenced, and distorted by empire—media empire, legal empire, even religious undertones.

When she calls herself Maria River Red, she may be saying:

You tried to erase me, like you erased her.

But I am still here. Still sacred. Still speaking—through symbols, through silence, through blood.

This is not madness.

It’s memory.

Some people say Britney is lost. I don’t.

I believe Britney Spears is clairvoyant.

She’s not chaotic—she’s symbolic.

She speaks in code because it’s safer than shouting.

She’s been painting constellations across her captions, hoping someone would look up and see.

And I believe she felt seen that day.

Just as Magdalene was once seen by Jesus—not as a servant, but as a spiritual equal. Just as Magdalene saw him when the world turned away. Just as we are being asked to see each other now, soul to soul.

This is what Magdalene represents.

Not just a woman in history—but a reawakening of truth.

Of wisdom.

Of the sacred feminine rising from exile.

And of men and women returning to balance, together.

When Britney posted those words, I felt it in my body:

She knew.

She remembered.

And she spoke back—not in noise, but in knowing.

That is the Magdalene Code.

Not performance, but presence.

Not religion, but recognition.

This is a story of Magdalene, misunderstood women, and the quiet power of being seen.

📸 Photo Gallery:

• Me meeting Britney and Felicia (2011)

• Individual backstage photos

• Screenshot of my 2024 comment

• Britney’s River Red response minutes later

When You Rise, the Shadows React — But So Does the Light

Posted by Julie Tourangeau

Every time I rise—spiritually, emotionally, professionally—I feel it.

A strange shift. Not in myself, but in the people around me. People I once trusted, people who used to admire my work or walk alongside me in spiritual conversations… begin to twist, pull away, or even betray. And I used to wonder, Why does this happen every time I elevate?

Now I understand.

This is what a spiritual war looks like.

It rarely arrives with horns and red eyes. It comes through people. Through projection. Through distortion. Through wounds left unhealed and emotions left unchecked. And it’s not just in this lifetime—it’s a pattern that repeats through many.

The Spiritual War Comes Through the Familiar

Jesus wasn’t betrayed by strangers. It was his own circle. His closest disciple handed him over. Peter denied knowing him. The people he once healed and fed turned on him when the powers that be demanded blood. And why?

Because his presence stirred everything unresolved in them.

Anne Boleyn, too, wasn’t just executed by “the court.” Her own uncle helped engineer her downfall. People in her family, people who once celebrated her rise, flipped the moment her light disrupted the order. She was scapegoated not simply because she was bold—but because her boldness unveiled deep truths that scared them.

And I’ve lived this, too.

There have been moments in my life where people who once looked up to me—professionally, spiritually, or personally—began to behave strangely the moment I stepped into more of my truth. They shifted into judgment, gossip, and sabotage. But this is not a reflection of me—it’s a reflection of the spiritual law at work.

When the Light Increases, So Does the Resistance

We live in a vibrational world. And when someone rises, that energy radiates out—it disturbs the comfort of the status quo. And if someone close to you has emotional vulnerabilities or unhealed trauma, that rising light can trigger them. In that moment, they become susceptible to energies that are not theirs—energies that are orchestrated.

Yes, I believe this is coordinated—just not in the way the physical mind expects. These forces don’t need to sit around a table to plan. They only need openings: jealousy, bitterness, fear, ego. And they will move through people who don’t even realize they’ve become pawns in something larger.

This is how the spiritual war works.

It’s not abstract.

It’s intimate.

It’s disguised.

And it’s ancient.

Synchronicities Show Us We’ve Been Here Before

At 14, I had a vision—of standing condemned, accused by a crowd, executed not for a crime but for being a voice of inconvenient truth. I didn’t understand it then. But years later, I found myself walking through the Loire Valley in France, standing inside Leonardo da Vinci’s spiral staircase. And something awakened in me.

I later learned that Anne Boleyn was raised near that very region, in a court where Christian mysticism quietly flourished. It wasn’t just politics and art—there were sacred texts circulating. Hidden gospels. The real early teachings of Christ. Esoteric philosophies. Da Vinci encoded truths in his art. The same truths that Anne may have absorbed in her formation. That I remember now.

And what if these synchronicities aren’t random? What if we are remembering—not just facts, but roles we’ve played? Wars we’ve fought? Truths we’ve spoken before?

Discernment Is Your Protection

This is why I stay vigilant—not fearful, but intentional. I hydrate. I meditate. I cleanse with sage and prayer. I protect my mind and energy field. And I choose my inner circle with discernment. Because if the people around me aren’t spiritually anchored, the war doesn’t need to go far—it walks right in through them.

But here’s the beauty: energy is just energy. And even when dark energy moves through others, we can transmute it. Jealousy becomes fuel. Betrayal becomes clarity. Sabotage becomes spiritual velocity. It’s like the force they try to use to drag you down becomes the exact pressure that propels you upward—if you stay grounded in the truth of who you are.

This Is Not Punishment. It’s Propulsion.

So many of us feel alone when this happens—when the people we loved or trusted suddenly turn on us. But you are not alone. You are not crazy. You are not being punished. You are being initiated.

Jesus didn’t curse his betrayers. He transcended them.

Anne Boleyn didn’t crumble in fear. She met her end with dignity—and her legacy only grew.

And me? I choose to rise again and again—not because it’s easy, but because my soul remembers something deeper than the pain.

The Resistance Confirms the Calling

So if the shadows rise when you step into your light, it’s not a sign to shrink. It’s confirmation. You’re disrupting something. You’re breaking a pattern. You’re walking the path of those who came before you—truth-tellers, soul-liberators, mystics, and prophets.

And just like them, your resurrection is already written.

Let them try.

Let them twist and project.

Because in the end?

We rise.

The Math of Anamnesis: A 0.1% Probability… Yet Here I Am. Hello.

Posted by Julie Tourangeau

By Julie Tourangeau

May 10, 2025

“She said to me, go steady on me / Won’t you tell me what the wise men said?”

—James Blunt, Wisemen

That was the song that played when everything cracked open.

Not a song I picked. Not one I’d saved. It was buried on an old CD a friend burned years earlier.

And yet, at the exact moment I needed confirmation that my pain meant something—that my grief was sacred—that song played.

It wasn’t just music.

It was mathematical resonance.

Perfectly timed. Perfectly placed.

The probability of that moment happening? Less than 0.1%.

And yet… here I am.

Hello.

The Vision That Undid Me

I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t meditating. I was just—present. And then it hit me:

A surge of emotion. A soul-level knowing.

It wasn’t a thought or belief. It was anamnesis—the sacred remembrance spoken of by mystics, Gnostics, and initiates across time.

Not just a memory of Jesus.

A memory with him.

For one devastating, holy moment, I felt what he felt:

The aching love. The betrayal. The weight of being misunderstood for carrying the truth.

I cried at the window for hours, overcome with grief that didn’t feel like mine—but like a collective wound that finally found a voice.

And then I hit shuffle on my iPod.

The first song?

“Wisemen” by James Blunt.

A song I never chose, but Heaven did.

“Won’t you tell me what the wise men said / When they came down from heaven…”

In that moment, I felt the ancient whisper return.

The one buried beneath dogma, waiting to be remembered.

Reading the Gospel of the Holy Twelve Was Soul Resonance

When I finally read The Gospel of the Holy Twelve, it didn’t feel like new information.

It felt like a confirmation.

Like something I had always known was being spoken out loud for the first time.

It wasn’t “Wow, I believe this.”

It was “Yes. This is what I’ve always believed.”

The Jesus I had seen in visions…

The truth I had been living without language…

The love, justice, nonviolence, and reverence for all life I had instinctively followed…

There it was.

Written down.

Hidden for centuries.

And vibrating at the exact frequency of my soul.

Synchronicity Is Sacred Math

Carl Jung called it synchronicity—the divine logic behind meaningful coincidences. Quantum science now echoes what mystics always knew: everything is connected. Particles respond to vibration. Thought can shape form.

God is in everything.

In the song. In the shuffle. In the tears. In the timing.

That’s not poetic—it’s physics.

The odds of that moment, that song, that vision aligning the way they did?

Less than 0.1%.

And still—

Here I am. Hello.

Before I Knew the Texts, I Lived the Pattern

Before I studied the Gospel of Mary, the Gospel of the Holy Twelve, or the mysticism of Sophia, I was already embodying their truth:

• I stood on the side of the road showing slaughterhouse footage—not to shame, but to awaken.

• I went to D.C. to defend bodily sovereignty when nearly everyone called me insane.

• I wrote Free Yourself from Grief not as therapy, but as sacred remembrance of Heaven’s frequency.

• I felt called to Magdalene, sacred geometry, and spiritual justice before I had words for any of it.

I wasn’t following a religion.

I was following a cosmic equation.

Improbable Parallels to Early Christian Jesus

There are exact elements of early Jesus tradition—hidden from mainstream Christianity—that statistically align with my life in ways nearly impossible to fake, fabricate, or explain away.

1. Rejection of Animal Sacrifice

In the Gospel of the Holy Twelve, Jesus drives out the butchers and declares:

“Love is the law, and no blood must be spilled.”

I became vegan before I read that.

Statistically? Less than 0.01% of Catholics become vegan for Christ-aligned reasons.

2. Sacred Geometry and the Double Helix

Jesus’ name and symbols were embedded in the Vesica Piscis—the shape of divine birth, the fish symbol, and the template of DNA’s double helix.

I felt a soul-knowing at da Vinci’s spiral staircase—before I knew what it meant.

3. Anamnesis as Eucharistic Power

The Gnostics described anamnesis as the real communion—not bread and wine, but direct soul-memory.

I experienced it not in church—but alone, with a song, and an uncontrollable cry from the deep.

4. Voice as Frequency (The Logos)

Jesus is the Logos—divine vibration, sound that heals.

I use my voice, tuning forks, and music for healing. My fork is 128 Hz—part of a harmonic sequence tied to sacred ratios used in temples, chants, and resonance therapy.

Statistically? I Shouldn’t Exist

Here’s what the data says:

• Only 5–10% of Catholic-raised individuals deeply question core doctrine.

• Less than 1% explore early Gospels like Mary or The Holy Twelve.

• Only 0.3% of U.S. Catholics are vegan—and most not for spiritual reasons.

• Fewer than 0.1% combine veganism, reincarnation, sacred geometry, divine feminine mysticism, and frontline activism before studying any of it.

And yet—

Here I am. Hello.

Heaven Is a Harmonic Equation

Heaven isn’t a reward. It’s a frequency.

It’s encoded in the spiral of a seashell, the fire of grief, and the silence between synchronicities.

We locked ourselves out of it when we normalized harm.

But it never left us.

It’s waiting in your memory.

Free Yourself from Grief isn’t just a title.

It’s an ancient instruction:

Grief is the gate.

Remembrance is the key.

Conclusion: I Am the Improbable Made Manifest

Statistically, I’m an anomaly.

Spiritually, I’m inevitable.

I didn’t study my way into this.

I remembered my way home.

This is anamnesis.

This is sacred math.

This is Heaven breaking into Earth through a life that said yes.

I am not like Jesus because I tried to be.

I am like him because I resonated with the pattern of truth before I even knew what it was.

One in a Million: The Blood Knows What the Mind Forgot

I am a descendant of the Rose family—a lineage with records reaching back to 18th-century Paris.

DNA tests revealed that both my sister and I carry French and Egyptian ancestry—a statistically rare combination, especially in those raised in the West with no direct knowledge of it.

To be born into the Rose Line, on the land once called Par-Isis (the place of Isis),

To carry the Magdalene frequency before knowing her name,

To resonate with the truths of The Gospel of the Holy Twelve before ever reading it,

To live a life that matches hidden gospels, sacred ratios, and divine frequencies before learning the math…

That is not luck.

That is not coincidence.

That is Logos—living and breathing through lineage, lyric, land, and love.

The blood knows what the mind forgot.

And now—

The memory has returned.

And If You’re Reading This… Maybe You Remember Too

If you’ve ever had a moment of divine precision…

If a song shattered you into tears…

If a vision cracked your heart and built you into something holy…

You’re not delusional.

You’re not broken.

You’re remembering.

The math doesn’t lie.

The Logos doesn’t forget.

And sometimes, Heaven speaks in spirals, grief, songs, and statistics.

Welcome back. 🌹

Not Everyone Is an Avatar: Logos, Atlantis, and the Truth Behind Divine Embodiment

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By Julie Tourangeau

Recently, someone I love insisted that we’re all avatars.

They were referencing physicist Tom Campbell’s My Big TOE, a theory of everything that describes reality as a kind of simulation, where consciousness plays out through virtual characters—avatars—across time and space. According to this view, you are the player, the character, and the experience, all in one. Everyone is divine. Everyone is an avatar. All is learning.

It sounds expansive.

But something in me said—no.

Because here’s the truth I’ve come to remember:

Not everyone is an avatar. And not every consciousness carries the Logos.

What Is the Logos?

In ancient Christian and Hermetic traditions, Logos means more than “word.”

It is the divine intelligence, the sacred ordering principle of the cosmos.

It is truth, justice, love, and moral alignment—woven into creation itself.

The Gospel of John opens with:

“In the beginning was the Logos, and the Logos was with God, and the Logos was God.”

The Logos is what formed the world, but it is also what redeems it.

It is the moral compass embedded into the fabric of being.

To embody the Logos is to live in divine alignment, not just awareness.

Consciousness Alone Is Not Enough

Yes, we are all expressions of Source.

Yes, we are all fragments of one universal intelligence.

But that doesn’t mean every person is aligned with the divine.

Awareness is not the same as wisdom.

Consciousness without the Logos is like a sword without a sheath—dangerous, ungrounded, and capable of great harm.

The idea that “everyone is an avatar” becomes spiritually reckless when it’s used to erase discernment, accountability, and truth.

Good Intentions Are Not the Logos

It’s tempting to say that anyone with good intentions is a divine avatar.

But good intentions alone do not make you a vessel of the Logos.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

You can want to help and still enable harm.

You can care deeply and still act inside a matrix of delusion.

You can be sincere—and still be wrong.

In the realm of the Logos, intention must be married to alignment.

Compassion must walk hand-in-hand with discernment.

Spirituality must include truth, not just comfort.

An avatar isn’t someone who means well.

An avatar is someone who sees clearly, acts righteously, and lives in alignment with divine law—even when it costs them comfort, approval, or belonging.

The Fall of Atlantis: What Happens Without the Logos

In esoteric traditions, Atlantis didn’t fall because of science or storms.

It fell because of spiritual arrogance.

The Atlanteans had immense power. They manipulated energy, bent reality, and channeled cosmic forces.

But they believed:

“We are gods. Therefore, we can do anything.”

They stopped listening to the Logos.

They used their gifts to control, conquer, and dominate.

They lost their alignment—and with it, their civilization.

That same pattern is playing out now.

Modern spiritual circles are repeating Atlantean errors:

• “There’s no good or evil, just vibration.”

• “We are all gods.”

• “Everyone is perfect as it is.”

These sound enlightened.

But when used to deny suffering, bypass accountability, or excuse harm, they become distortions of truth.

Not Everyone Is an Avatar

The word avatar originally meant something sacred.

In Sanskrit, it refers to the descent of divinity into form—a soul who chooses to carry the divine blueprint into the world.

In early Christianity, Jesus was called the Logos made flesh—not because he was above humanity, but because he embodied divine truth in the face of empire.

He was not playing a simulation.

He was holding the pattern.

Likewise, in Hermetic teachings, the avatar was not a character in a game.

It was a vessel of divine order—a person who had undergone inner alchemy and chose to live in harmony with sacred law.

To the Hermetics, as to the mystics, the true avatar:

• Purifies the self

• Aligns with truth

• Walks in service of something greater

They don’t just wake up.

They commit.

The Danger of Declaring Divinity Without Alignment

Today, we are flooded with declarations of personal divinity.

But without the Logos, divinity becomes self-worship.

It becomes narcissism in sacred language.

It becomes another Atlantis—polished on the outside, rotting from within.

To say “I am god” while ignoring justice, truth, and love is not awakening.

It’s the beginning of collapse.

You Didn’t Come Here to Play the Game. You Came to Remember the Pattern.

You are not just an expression of consciousness.

You are here to carry something ancient and unshakable:

The Logos.

That means your life is not a simulation.

It is a temple.

And what you build with it matters.

When others say, “We’re all avatars,”

You can say:

“Only those who choose the Logos truly are.”

And then you live like it.

For Those Who Remember

If you’re reading this and it lands in your bones, then you already know.

You’ve seen how misuse of spiritual power can break worlds.

You’ve watched how the false light rises, blinds, and consumes.

You’ve remembered what happens when the Logos is ignored.

But this time, you’re here to speak.

You’re here to walk.

You’re here to restore the balance.

You are not here to level up in a game.

You are here to be a flame—steady, ancient, and sovereign.

This is not a simulation.

This is a sacred return.

The Women, the Wisdom, and the Animals: What We Forgot About Easter

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By Julie Tourangeau | Good Friday, 2025

Before the tomb was empty…

before the stone was rolled away…

before the anointing and the rising and the glory…

there was a moment we rarely talk about.

And it didn’t happen on a hill.

It happened in the Temple.

It was there that Jesus walked in, looked around, and did what no one else dared:

He freed the animals.

The Cleansing of the Temple Was a Liberation

All four canonical gospels record the Temple cleansing, but what most people miss is why it mattered so much.

Jesus didn’t just flip tables to make a scene.

He drove out the sellers of doves. He freed the lambs and oxen being sold for sacrifice.

According to the Gospel of the Nazarenes, a lost early gospel aligned with the Essenes:

“He drove out the animals and said, ‘Cease your wicked sacrifices! Do you not see that innocent blood cries out from the earth?’”

In that moment, Jesus publicly rejected the sacrificial system—a system that normalized bloodshed and called it holy. He saw through the illusion of substitutionary violence and revealed the deeper truth:

The Holy Spirit is not found in the shedding of blood, but in the honoring of life.

And from that moment on, the system moved to silence him.

The First Step Toward Resurrection Was Setting the Innocent Free

Let this sink in:

It wasn’t the miracles that got Jesus killed.

It wasn’t the healings or the parables or even claiming to be the Son of God.

It was the moment he freed the animals that the wheels of execution began to turn.

This was the turning point—not just in his story, but in ours.

Because Jesus wasn’t just liberating animals. He was exposing a system—religious, economic, cultural—that had come to depend on suffering.

And he showed us what it looks like to say:

No more.

The Divine Feminine Knew

Many people associate Easter with the idea that Jesus died to pay for our sins—but that interpretation came later. The earliest followers of Jesus saw his life and death not as a blood payment, but as a revelation of divine love and a call to awaken the Christ within. Texts like The Gospel of the Holy Twelve remind us that his suffering was not about appeasing wrath, but about healing hearts, breaking chains, and showing us the path of compassion, even in the face of injustice.

What followed was suffering, yes—but also sacred initiation. And through it all, the ones who stayed near were not the theologians or temple authorities. It was the women.

Grief was his first initiation, through Miriam, the young woman with whom Jesus lived for seven years before her death. According to The Gospel of the Holy Twelve, it was her passing that opened his heart to the deeper path. According to this gospel, « Grief didn’t weaken him. It awakened him. »

Before knowing about this grief story of Jesus, I wrote about my own:

“Without my dark night of the soul, and without having challenging circumstances, I wouldn’t have grown my blessings… Painful change is sometimes exactly what we need to shake things up. Living through trauma, family drama, and the grief of losing a loved one can feel almost like an endless dark tunnel… Grief is just love with seemingly no place to go, but when you realize love shared is eternal, you can finally let go of the pain and gain the wisdom that is rightly yours.” — Free Yourself from Grief, Chapter 5

Compassion was his final anointing, through Mary Magdalene—not a sinner, but a priestess. She anointed his feet, honoring him with a sacred rite passed down through feminine lineages.

And when he was crucified, it was Magdalene who remained. While the male disciples fled, she stood at the cross, and three days later, she was the first to see him risen.

The resurrection was not first revealed to Rome or religion. It was revealed to her.

And wisdom—Sophia—was the soul behind it all.

The Spirit of God that hovered over the waters in Genesis.

The voice crying out in the streets in Proverbs.

The divine spark in all life, calling us home.

What if Easter was just the beginning?

While many see the resurrection as the end of Jesus’ story, ancient traditions—especially in southern France—tell a different tale. According to Provençal legend, Mary Magdalene journeyed to France after the crucifixion, carrying not only the memory of Jesus but the living essence of his teachings. Some say she preached love and liberation from a cave near Sainte-Baume, others believe she brought with her the sacred feminine that was erased from the official story. The Holy Grail Legends say she brought his bloodline to France, and they still walk Earth among us to this very day.

Easter Is the Unveiling of Compassion

This Easter, I invite you to see the resurrection not as a distant miracle, but a living pattern.

The pattern begins with letting go of violence.

It moves through grief.

It is held by the feminine.

And it ends in freedom—not just for ourselves, but for all of creation.

Resurrection isn’t just rising from the dead.

It’s refusing to live by death.

It’s refusing to justify harm.

It’s the choice to let the doves go free.

To Walk the Lost Path to Freedom This Easter Is To Remember:

• The animals were the first to be freed.

• The women were the first to understand.

• Sophia is the wisdom that lives in you.

• The Holy Spirit is the breath that animates all life.

• And love is not proven through suffering, but through liberation.

This Easter, may we not just celebrate a risen Christ,

but live like him.

May we be the ones who open the cages,

who hold the grief,

who anoint the new day.

May we rise—not above the world, but for it.

Free the animals.

Free the heart.

And the stone will roll away.

Did We Get Jesus’ Name Wrong? The Mystical Link Between “Jesus” and “Je Suis”

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What if the name we’ve used for two thousand years was never meant to be a name at all—but a reminder? And when did Yeshua became known as Jesus?

What if the true teaching of Jesus wasn’t about worshiping a man, but awakening to a presence? And what if this presence was so powerful, so sacred, that its very utterance—I AM—was the key to divine union?

This idea isn’t as far-fetched as it may sound. In fact, threads from early Christian texts, Gnostic wisdom, and even Southern French oral traditions suggest we may have misunderstood not only the teachings of Jesus—but his name itself.

The “I AM” That Jesus Taught

Throughout the Gospel of John, Jesus speaks in powerful first-person declarations:

• “I AM the light of the world.”

• “I AM the good shepherd.”

• “I AM the resurrection and the life.”

• “Before Abraham was, I AM.”

To modern ears, these might sound like poetic metaphors. But to those familiar with the Hebrew scriptures, they echo something far deeper.

In Exodus 3:14, when Moses asks the divine name, God replies: Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh—“I AM that I AM.” This was not a title or concept, but a declaration of being. A presence.

When Jesus uses the same phrase in Greek—ego eimi—he’s not just identifying himself. He’s inviting us into a state of awareness: that the divine lives in us, and through conscious presence, we too can say “I AM.”

Gnostic Echoes: Know Thyself, Know the Divine

The Gospel of Thomas, a text excluded from the Bible but revered by early mystics, records Jesus as saying:

“The Kingdom is inside you and outside you. When you know yourselves, you will be known, and you will realize that you are children of the living Father.”

Here again, we see the theme: inner knowing as the path to divine realization. Not belief in dogma. Not rituals of worship. But direct, conscious presence.

This aligns strikingly with the teachings of mystics across traditions—from the Kabbalistic “Ain Sof” to Eckhart Tolle’s modern insights on “the power of now.”

But could this message have traveled further than we thought?

When “Je Suis” Became “Jesus”

In Southern France, legends tell of Mary Magdalene traveling to Provence after the crucifixion, continuing the teachings of inner freedom, divine presence, and spiritual liberation. Centuries later, groups like the Cathars echoed these same values—rejecting church hierarchy, embracing nonviolence, and teaching direct access to the divine.

And here’s where it gets interesting.

In French, je suis means “I am.” And the spelling is very close to « Jesus ».

Could it be that early mystics—whether in oral tradition, meditation, or chant—were repeating the phrase “je suis” to declare their divine identity?

Could they have said, “Je suis the way, the truth, and the life”—and over time, this mystical mantra became mistaken for a name?

Could “Jesus” have evolved not from misunderstanding Aramaic, but from mishearing Presence?

It’s speculative, yes. But also poetic. Because whether or not the name “Jesus” comes from “Je suis,” the teaching remains:

Christ is not a name. It’s a state of being.

A consciousness of love, unity, and sacred presence.

Returning to the Forgotten Path

Maybe we didn’t get the name “wrong” so much as we got the emphasis wrong.

Instead of fixating on the figure, we were meant to awaken to the frequency.

Instead of worshiping “Jesus,” we were meant to embody je suis.

“I AM the light of the world” was never a boast. It was a mirror.

It was a call to remember who we really are.

And whether or not the evolution from je suis to Jesus is historically provable, the synchronicity is striking. A divine wink, perhaps—reminding us that even language carries echoes of forgotten truth. The path to presence has always been there, hidden in plain sight, waiting for those with ears to hear.

So today, in a world awakening from spiritual amnesia, maybe we’re ready to hear the original message again.

Not as a name.

But as a truth.

Je suis.

I AM.

The Rapture That Wasn’t: Why Early Christians Didn’t Believe in Escaping Earth

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BREAKING: RAPTURE RESCHEDULED DUE TO SUPPLY CHAIN ISSUES

Heavenly sources confirm that the long-awaited rapture has been delayed again—this time due to a shortage of cloud fuel and insufficient harp inventory.

An anonymous angelic spokesperson said, “We’re still trying to get the golden escalators functioning. Also, someone left the Book of Life in the copier tray again.”

In the meantime, believers are advised to:

• Keep one foot off the ground, just in case.

• Practice skydiving without a parachute.

• And definitely ignore that whole “meek shall inherit the Earth” thing—it was probably just a metaphor, right?

Meanwhile, Jesus is reportedly walking around the temple with a sign that reads:

“Free the lambs, not enslave them.”

He also added, “Y’all really thought I died so you could throw barbecues and wait for space Uber? C’mon.”

Seems a little ridiculous, right?

Have you ever played a game of telephone? One message whispered from person to person slowly becomes distorted, until the final version barely resembles the original.

That’s exactly what happened to the teachings of Jesus.

One of the clearest examples?

The Rapture.

Modern-day evangelical churches teach that Jesus will one day return in the clouds and snatch up all the “true believers,” leaving the rest of humanity to suffer a horrific tribulation on Earth. But here’s the truth:

The earliest Christians didn’t believe in that kind of rapture. Not even close.

Where Did the Rapture Come From?

The word rapture never appears in the Bible. The concept was first systematized in the 1830s by John Nelson Darby, a British theologian who founded a movement known as Dispensationalism. His teachings were later popularized in America through the Scofield Reference Bible (1909) and reinforced by pop culture hits like the Left Behind series.

Darby’s idea was this: the world is going to get worse and worse, and before God pours out judgment on humanity, Christians will be “caught up” into the sky—based on one ambiguous passage in 1 Thessalonians 4:17:

“Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air…”

But this passage, when read in context, refers to a welcoming party—not an escape. In ancient Greco-Roman culture, people would go out to meet a visiting king and escort him back into the city. This passage wasn’t about leaving Earth—it was about welcoming the divine presence to dwell among us.

What Did the Earliest Christians Believe?

Early Christians, particularly those tied to Jewish followers of Jesus like the Ebionites and Nazarenes, didn’t long to escape the world—they longed to transform it.

They believed in the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven—but on Earth.

“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.” (Matthew 5:5)

This was not a metaphor. It was a promise. The Earth wasn’t something to flee—it was something to liberate.

In The Gospel of the Holy Twelve, a restored early Christian gospel aligned with the Essenes (a mystical, peace-centered Jewish sect believed to be close to Jesus), the message is even clearer:

“The kingdom of God is within you and around you. It is not in buildings made by hands, nor in the sky to be awaited, but is now, wherever love and truth dwell.”

This aligns with Luke 17:21 in modern-day scripture:

“The kingdom of God is within you.”

Why Would Modern Evangelicals Promote the Rapture?

It’s simple: control.

If you believe the world is doomed, you won’t try to change it.

If you think Jesus is coming soon to evacuate you, why fight injustice?

Why care for the Earth, animals, the poor, or future generations?

The rapture theology promotes passivity and dependence, not liberation or courage. It also supports a form of Christian nationalism that aligns with certain interpretations of the modern state of Israel—not the people who wrestle with God (the true meaning of “Israel”)—but a political power masquerading as divine destiny.

And yet Jesus said:

“The last shall be first.” (Matthew 20:16)

“Woe to you who are rich now, for you have already received your comfort.” (Luke 6:24)

This is not about domination or escape—it’s about a sacred upside-down revolution.

The People Who Wrestle With God

The real “Israel”—in its original, spiritual meaning—is not a nation-state.

It’s a name given to Jacob, who wrestled with the divine and refused to let go until he was blessed. (Genesis 32:28)

It is those who wrestle, question, and seek truth out of the goodness of their hearts, not blind loyalty to human institutions.

Jesus was not calling people to bow to empire. He was calling people to wake up.

Returning to the Source

Modern theology is often a product of empire, fear, and control.

But the earliest teachings—those closest to the Source—are radically different.

They’re about justice. Love. Peace. Awakening.

Not escaping Earth, but redeeming it.

So the next time you hear about the rapture, ask yourself:

Is this a teaching from the heart of Christ…

or just a distorted whisper passed down through centuries of empire?

In The Lost Path to Freedom, I explore these forgotten teachings—not as history, but as living truth for today. Because the veil is lifting. The kingdom is near. And the ones who wrestle with God in love are the ones who will help heal the world.