Post by Sowelu on Sept 26, 2005 3:46:43 GMT -5
Secrets of the CATHAR
by Jan Tober
[/b][/center]by Jan Tober
September 5, 2004
Published update September 12, 2005
In The Spirit Magazine/EPublication
This piece was written for the Kryon Quarterly, April 1998. Exactly five years before the publication of the Da Vinci Code (published April 2003).
In my monthly Crystalline Grid channeling (Last week 7/20/05) the channeling group was surrounded by indigo robed & hooded Chathar. Waiting for what? As you read this you may feel them and your lifetime as Cathar and the secrets of the Holy Grail that you held. All is being released now - just let these memories go into the violet fire of transformation and have faith in the process.
When I was asked to write an article about our 1st trip to France I knew it would be best to share with you the amazing and deeply personal emotions the trip brought up for me. Up until two days before I left, I had never to my knowledge heard about a spiritual group call the Cathar. It felt as if I had two lifetimes in one. The first as Cathar during Jesus time and the 2nd during the massacres of Carcassone.
The Cathars were sometimes referred to as the primitive Christians. They were the main target of the Inquisition. They carried the myth or was it the truth) that Jesus and Mary Magdalen were married and had a child, Sarah. They also believed that Mary was sent to Provance France for her and Sarah's safety.
The Cathar's believed in two primary energies of good and evil. They preached the word of Christ but they rejected the idea of redemption by HIS sacrifice. Instead, purification was achieved by successive incarnations. They also believed in complete nonviolence. The Cathar and the Buddhist had a definite philosophical connection.
I know that many of you reading this will identify with the Cathar and my story. Maybe it was your story too!
The flames spit at my ankles like angry snakes. How did I get here? Why am I here? I only spoke the truth - my truth - the world's truth - Mary's truth. Why couldn't they see there was no fear in the truth? My God, this has become such a political issue! Here I am, coming to the end of my young life, dressed in the dark blue robe that screamed out to my adversaries that I AM CATHAR! This is my reward for living in the truth.
How could the church miss this message? They must know. It's all about power and control. That's why they were so frightened by the knowledge of the union of Jesus the Jew and Mary Magdal-eder, the daughter of Sion, "The Tower of the Flock."
But I knew why . It had not been an easy life as Cathar. We were forced to move by dark into almost silent secret meetings - show our sacred symbol to prove our integrity and allegiance, and prove the vows we had all taken. It could have happened no other way. The hatred of the Jews by the Roman forces of occupation was intense and their love and enthusiasm for the Son of David (from the Royal House of David) could have kindled a revolution at any time. Mary had to flee, less rumors of Jesus' body's disappearance would have ignited a suicidal confrontation of the people with the power of the Roman legions.
Even as young as she was, Mary Magdalen understood. Her precious husband had explained the necessity of the secret journey by sea to the southern part of the country called Gaul. HE knew she and their child Sarah, would be safe there, I remember the story as if it were yesterday, I remember the sweetness of her eyes - the pain and the joy we all felt watching this child grow up holding a piece of His legacy in her fragile delicate body.
I was now watching my mother's eyes, weeping tears of knowing pride and anguish. This was a small price to pay, this fire, this end of my life.
My gift was knowing Mary and Sarah. My gift was sitting at her feet as she retold the story of His sojourn. She gently reminded us that He did not wish to be worshipped - just to be emulated. Did He not say, "These things and more shall ye do"? We knew that Mary, from the tribe of Benjamin - Mary of Bethany - the Magdalen, WAS the Silver Chalice. She indeed carried His blood as she had carried His child. We, who were Cathar, knew in our heart of hearts that the story of the anointing/marriage rites of Jesus and Mary Magdalen had to be told only as a myth because of the dangers to this exquisite woman, who was his wife. She understood that in keeping the myth alive those who had ears to hear would hear the truth. Those who had eyes to see would see the truth and those with an open heart would know the truth.
I could feel my soul leaving my body. My feet and legs were already numb. Were my limbs on fire? It didn't matter. I couldn't feel this vessel any more that had served me so well in this lifetime. I would soon be with my Lord. Peace flooded my sense - what a privilege! What a gift to float upward and reunite with my brother and sister Cathar from the pyre in the center of my beautiful village Rennes le Chateau. Our last Cathar stronghold at Carcassone had fallen. This was our destiny. I prayed as I felt myself moving through the crown of my head. I prayed that we would all meet again in a time when we could speak of such things - a time where all we needed to do was look into each other's eyes and know we chose to walk in the truth and walk (this time) THROUGH the fire. It would be a time of exhilarated celebration for us all, and of the planet Earth.
The phone rang, "Jan you've got to go to Rennes le Chateau. You’ve just got to! Do you know the details of your itinerary yet?" I woke up abruptly to the name of this French village I had never heard of before, I thought. Yet there was an eerie awareness taking over my body. This was the voice of my dear friend Lindsey Ware on the phone.
"Lindsey I'm not sure of anything about the trip, I've been so busy getting together the logistics of being gone for two weeks that I really don't know everywhere I'm going," I heard myself saying.
"Jan, please get to Rennes le Chateau," she continued. "You will remember why once you're there. We love you. Have a great trip, and we'll all be praying for a safe journey."
I hung up the phone. Three minutes later the phone rang again. This time it was a pleasant male voice with a French/Canadian accent. It was Mark Valle from Montreal. Mark, along with his sister Martine, are our French publishers, and were to be our tour guides in France.
"Mark is there any chance we can get to Rennes le Chateau?" I said.
"Jan, we will be in the fortress city of Carcassone and Rennes le Chateau on your birthday, April 30." I almost dropped the phone!
On May 2nd 1998 I stood along with Lee and our translator Alain, in front of a thousand French men and women after an amazing birthday in Rennes le Chateau. As I looked out over the crowd I could see the beautiful deep-blue robes in my mind's-eye, of the CATHAR. I heard their voices raised melodically as we were toning, I saw the indigo wave-of-love flow through the aluminum meeting hall we had congregated in. I felt the dark blue electric light along with St. Germain's violet flame, float into the moist earth of the country we all had loved for so long, bringing clearing and healing to Gaia and to all of us as well. We cried when we looked into each other's eyes. Almost every person said,
"Do you know how important this meeting is? We all had an appointment to be here today."
I met my family that day in a town called Perigueux in the south of France in Cathar country.
In love, joy, and tears of remembrance,
Namaste,
Jan Tober
Books to read for additional information about the Cathars
Da Vinci Code
by Dan Brown
Bloodline of the Holy Grail
by Laurence Gardner
The Woman with the Alabaster Jar
by Margaret Starbird
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