THE DAY MARY WAS BORN

 

The First War humans ever had it was based on miscalculation. War as a tool for the conquest of the world for God, gave birth to Holy War. Man thought Holy War was God’s Will. We know, after nearly seven thousand years fighting back Hell what from Hell came upon us : War! We know that Man was used as a puppet by a Master of War in Rebellion against the Law by God on Earth  decreed for His Kingdom : Death Penalty on the Offenders of Peace.

Peace is the surface, the strata, the soil in which the Tree of Life, the Civilization, brings forth all the treasures by the Spirit of Intelligence loved: Science, Arts, Freedom, Happiness, Progress, Evolution of Technology, Growth of Genius, Immortality. And this is not a statement from an utopian or a dreamer; we  see this simple law in motion as we read the Pages of the Book of History. All the Advances of the Civilization have been made during the few, short Ages of Peace our people was giving to breath. Where is the surprise in God rising Peace to the Throne and giving Peace the Holy of the Holies as Home?

Freedom got that Achilles’ heel, you get the power to direct your hand and feet whether to destruction or to creation, to War or Peace, that is up to every SOUL. Formed to the Image of the sons of God, we get this power from our birth. Now, Peace is the branche of the Trunk of the Tree of Life. Its fruits, as I Just said, are Freedom, Progress, Joy, Brotherhood, and so forth. This complex of branches, the Arms of the tree, is Justice. We are seeing in the actual reality that where Justice is the prostitute of lux of the governments, Uprising is the natural close to the edge of Civil War. I don’t say this because reality is working. The Book of History is a wonderful Professor. Some may call it Revolution, talking about the Socialists Civil War of the XXth Century. The absolute absence of Justice in the Tsar and Mandarin Systems caused the uprising of Lenin and Mao and brought forth the logical civil wars. The uprising against Criminal Governments a fact recognized in our Constitutional Charts it is a waste of time to say that both Civil Wars were created by tyrannies who used Injustice as their main weapon to keep their criminal systems going on. Same thing to Cuba’s Civil War.

Justice is, according to the Historian Universal Wisdom, the Mother of Peace. Where’s the point in wondering of God rising Justice to His Throne, making her His Wife? Would you not defend your Rightful and Absolute Faithfull Wife to death?

But where was She born? Is it Justice an ethereal dream or entity  flaming her star upon the peoples without caring about their consequents struggle for her Laws? Is it Justice just a flag to wing a war for power?

A man could make an essay dealing with the Nature of Justice, but to top all the thoughts we just have to stare at Justice at work to see that if Justice is the Mother of Peace, Justice if the daughter of Truth. Truth is what Justice looks for. And Truth is the Root of the Tree of Life. When God said : “You eat, you die”, He was stating a Universal Truth, not imposing His Power. I mean, where is the glory in  reigning over a nation of slaves afraid even to look their master face to face? What is obvious has no need of showing its nature. God’s Power has no limits, can we manage to stand up and hold the ground where we are crawling like beasts? Do you hit and mistreated and punish your sweet little children just to let them know that you are stronger? Then you are not stronger, you are a man and a mad house is where you belong. Why should the Creator of the Land of Galaxies be in need of terrorize a people who have been rescued from the world of the beasts by His Wisdom and Power?

Truth is what He said : “WAR leads to total destruction, do not even think about it”.

But for us, born in the battlefield, for whom life is a continual struggle against death, while watching the lovers of Injustice and Falsehood climbing to the top of the world, to make of War their most valuable argument to vitalizing their abject systems, God’s Truth is just a fact. We open the pages of the Book of History and see the same people with different names doing over and over the same thing, reaching the top, falling and crushing, and then their conquerors reaching the top, and falling in the pitch of oblivion too. There is nothing new in it. A thousand Gadhafies, a million of Syrian dictators have intermingled their bones with the dust of the earth. But for him, the First King of the World, the Fact was a Law. Adam knew Law not by experience, he knew same way our children keep their hands from sticking their fingers “into the  electric holes”, we say and he does so, and there is not despotism or terrorizing their poor souls. Which near us to the conclusion : Love is the source of Truth.

However, someone came around to say to the First King of the World that Power is the source of the Law. And the Man fell in the trap. He exchanged Truth as the pillars of his throne for Power. Power became absolute and Injustice came in through the backdoor. Civil War was done. The sons of God  who glorified themselves in challenging the Holy Ghost to a contest of life and death won the day. And the day which was to be of Joy became a Day of War, absolute War, a War for total destruction.

This War was very delicate. We can compare it to a chess match where the pawns are alive and want to know everything. How can they? The enemy is on the other side of the board; if the player show is entire strategy how is going to win the match? The Silence of God became the main source for the birth and growth of the Science of Good and Evil, whose fruit, War, the enemies of God and men devotedly and hurriedly spread all over the nations of the Earth.

Obviously the Final Match was won. We all know the nature of the Pawn God’s Wisdom moved to crush the enemy king. And as it is written all what had to be written about the Final Match, it is left to us to praise the Winner and admire His strategy during His War. We see Him in the  fullness of His coldness in the Book of Job.

We know from the Prophets that God’s Soul was on fire, His Heart was like a volcano ready to explode, but He kept His nerves under a self-control so demolishing and terrific that Satan, the Enemy on the other side of the board, boast himself in the face of God as one who has the match on his hands. As light from light, creators’ souls from the Creator’s Soul, we are able to see God’s Heart living in agony and burning in desire of vengeance. To destroy His enemy he didn’t need to move a finger, not even an eye; just wished it, and it was done. But the Future of His entire Creation was at stake, He had to move according to the Law.

And as by the Law His Enemy expected to win the War on the Saint Spirit proclaimed upon the Blood of the First Man who wore a crown, we see God moving smoothly His pawns. Who was David?

A young shepherd in days of destruction playing his harp to pass the hours. Did Goliath and the Greeks of Old that under Odysseus and Agamemnon and the kings of the seas crossed the waves to destroy the kingdom of the Hittites, did they see the young shepherd alone in the wilderness of Judaea, in the hours of dawn imitating the roar of the lions until he could sound as one and with the sound of the lion terrified the wolves coming down during the night?

Yeah, the Devil though he got them all, Saul and his army, walking the path of king of Troy and his warrior sons, who could stop the destroyers of the Empire of the Hittites, those Old Greeks living their days of glory and fame? Look at those  great warriors dancing the waltz of the chick, their bones clashing, their teeth quaking, the sons of Abraham are to be exterminated, lastly, from the board. “Victory is ours”, shouted the Devil and his gods.

And what are you doing there, my little young shepherd, fighting back wolves in the night, my little lion king, come on, I’ll give you real wolves. Hey you, kings and queens of Heaven, come down and open your eyes, see a wonder, the sweetest young thing transforming himself into the king of War. “On you my spirit, son”.

Do you have mind to watch the future, my fellow men? Can you grasp a hair in the middle of the night, when the Moon is dark and the wind is raging,  and make of it the sharpest of the sword? What do you dream with, sex, drugs and rock&roll and? Open your eyes, if you had any, and watch this wonder. Here he goes, half naked, just a kid, so beautiful and handsome that you can believed what you see. And he is running  straight to the Giant. But hey, look at that, what he’s got in his right hand? It is a sling, isn’t? Wow man, I have never seen such a way to use it, it is like the wings of an helicopter, he’s gonna fly, he’s flying around the Tower. But to no good purpose, the Monster has a helmet of iron and an armor  harder than stone. Hey hey, hear that.  The howling of the Legendary destroyers of Troy is coming down, can you hear that? Where it comes from that roaring? It is the boy.

“A sorcerer, they shout, they have sent us a sorcerer, they had no warriors, and they send us a sorcerer”, and they laugh to death. But he is back, hear that again. The boy is no more. His face is blood-red, his neck is as wide as Hercules’ leg, he is killing everybody’s laughter.  The feleing of the supernatural is falling upon them. The Giant shout : “You, little mouse, stop messin’ around, am your fate, come on and get it”. David is the young shepherd no more. He roars like a lion and move like a tiger, now that the feeling of supernatural is above all men he makes of Goliath his target. He circles the T0wer, he dances like a sorcerer the dance of victory around an invisible fire. Goliath begins to feel tired, he curses like a beast and  get angry like a donkey. David keeps on circling him and runninh to the enemies line, breathing on them the terror of the supernatural. And the sorcerer goes on and on, until the Giant lose control and take the helmet off his head. Listen to this, he is going to curse again … But no word comes out of the cave in his head. David has unloose his sling and the stone enter straight in the brain of Goliath. Game over. The destroyers of Troy had got their pay.

Did not you hear Judas in his horse, calling his men to fight: “To me those of the God of Israel”, when he crushed the enemies? He was just a kid the day he listed in the armies of the king. God saw him in the hills of Modin, he would not retreat, he would not surrender his brothers and friends because the superiority of their fellow boys. He was so sweet in his friendship that he became the natural leader of the town, and when he took for the army of the king, his friends followed him and were ready to go with him to the midst of the battle, where it felt so good. “We will not die”, he used to tell them, “We are the Hammer of the Lord to crush the doors of our enemies”. The call of the Great Antiochus upon the nations of his Empire was firm, every family got to send a son to the Army of the King. Mattathias was left no time to decide, Judas came forward all by himself, “the spirit of the God of David is upon me to learn the laws of war from our enemies, I will”. But he was just a kid. How could the Devil, who was advancing his pawn, the son of the King, to check-mate God, see in this little kid the “Hammer of the Lord”? And who was Daniel and where he came from, that great plotter, the man who swept kings and kingdoms and  in respect to whom even Cyrus the Persian had to keep his word : “Give me the Empire, and I will give your people Freedom”.

And who they were these two fellows, Zachariah and Simeon the Younger, two seekers of the most precious treasure in their world : The legal and rightful heir of King David? I hope you have followed me till here, because it is time to keep on keeping on.

Yes, the killing of Hyrcanus II was a self-sacrifice to cool the brain of the Assassin on Power and deviate his attention from the real thing, the Quest for the “son of David”. He was not the only High Priest who came from Seleucia on the Tigris. Ananel came right after him and won the High Priesthood that Hyrcanus II could not get back to himself due to the cutting of his nose and ears by his brother Aristobulus II. Under Ananel’s post was launched the Project for the Reconstruction of the synagogues of the kingdom under which cover up the Quest for the “daughter of Solomon” had to be taken. The circumstance of Ananel’s rejection of the High Priesthood to let pass to the brother of Queen Mariannne did not change a slash the entire thing. After all the darling of the queens of the day was murdered a year after and Ananel took back his post. This way while the king had his feet on a bloody ground Zachariah and Simeon could keep their feet on the cloud. The moment was tense. To send a man to Nazareth was not a big deal; to send the right man was the  question. The chosen was Zachariah’s brother in law, a Pharisee of high standing, a real Doctor of the Law, which is to say a Lawyer of our days.

And there he went. The year was sometime between the forties and the thirties of the final century of the Old World. To build the synagogue of Nazareth was not a big deal. To find if the major of the town was a true descendant of David was another matter. The mission of Cleophas was to bring that man to Jerusalem, here Zacharias would grasp the tread and pull till the end of it. Of course Cleophas himself did not know a word about this real mission of his. To be the brother in law of Zachariah, the son of Abijah, a bearer of one of the 24 hours of adoration in the Temple, whose families traced back their house to the division of Hours by Zerubbabel, and were assigned to it already by Daniel back in the Old Babylon, to be the brother in law of a man like Zachariah it was a door to more power into the structure of the Temple System, and Zachariah did not close that door to his brother in law, but that was the end of Zachariah’s duty to blood. The father of the future John the Baptist was some kind of man. Not less than his wife, Elizabeth.

As it came to happen Cleophas found in Matthan, the major of Nazareth, a faithful Jew. And yet a little out of the ordinary to his taste. But well, the man was a Galilean. His fist born son, for example, a young man called Jacob. At the age this young man had, himself, Cleophas, had brought Anna, Elizabeth’s sweet niece, and kept bringing to the army of the Lord other beautiful and holy jolly children. Contrary to a real good Jew Matthan did not push his son to marriage and so Jacob was free to sit in the shade and wait for the woman of his dream.

“Can you believe that?”, Cleophas commented with his wife back home. “And where is she, that woman, good Jacob?”. Whatever, Jacob was not his son, as a Doctor of the Law his business was Religion, and to a certain point the moral conduct of the children of Abraham. “And of the Davidic blood, so they said”, kept commenting Cleophas with his wife. Cleophas’ wife used to tell everything to her big sister Elizabeth. Instructed by Elizabeth, she said to her husband, “and why don’t you invited home, and pay them back their hospitality?”. Which Cleophas did. They were to come home by the next Holy Passover.

“Perfect” said Zachariah.

If you have never been told let me tell you, in those days and at those times the city of Jerusalem looked like a city under siege. So many were the people coming to celebrate the Passover Holydays that there was no way for nobody in Heaven or Earth, excepting God Himself and His Almighty Servants, in suspecting anything out of the ordinary. Those who were lucky and had family in Jerusalem Town crowded the city enough to let no knot lose. While in Cleophas’ house Zachariah would have for himself Matthan. He would lead the  conversation to the Davidic blood of the Galileans, he would take Matthan to the sons of Zerubbabel, and … “Well, while you hit the father I will hit the son”, said Elizabeth, some kind of woman.

What took place between Matthan and Zachariah you may figure it all out opening your ears to the blue-bird lips of Wisdom, whispering lines of truth. The most extraordinary thing, out of control of the masters of circumstances as Zachariah and Simeon were, it is most interesting. Two romantic souls met that day. Anna’s mind and heart had been cultivated by the most wonderful woman in those days, Wisdom herself, Elizabeth of Zachariah. Under her protection Anna had escaped the dictatorship of a traditional father, who, as it was required from a Doctor in Law, should have married his daughter in a fair holy political alliance already. The power of Elizabeth upon her brother in law career was so  strong that he could not avoid his sister in law “spooling” his daughter.  Of course everything has a limit and soon ort later Anna had to cross the door. In the meantime Anna had promised herself to married not under the way of tradition, but only when Love call to her heart.  Do you thing that when Cleophas brought Jacob to his house he knew what had the Lord God in mind?

Of course not. Though a wealthy peasant, Jacob was the heir of a wealthy peasant of Galilee. The daughters of the Levites of Jerusalem were preserved for the caste of the Priests, Doctors of Law and so on; they were coins for a specific political transaction called marriage. No need to say that having been Anna’s heart formed by the heart of a woman who married in answer to the call of Love and for Love would give away the entire world, Anna dreamt with that Love calling to her heart. Her father used to see the look in her eyes, and said to himself, “Ye Ye”.

The day came. Cleophas introduced Matthan and his son Jacob to his family. Did he knew that he was bringing to her daughter the Love she was waiting for? Did Jacob know that the love of his life was waiting for him in the house of this serious and respectful man of the holy law? There was someone who got it all and every little spark that crossed the air between these two young people. When the Passover Week was gone, Elizabeth knew that Love from Heaven had knocked on both hearts and there was nothing no one could do about it, Jacob and Anna were born to be the father and the  mother of the Daughter of Solomon. “Will the Lord hear you” said Zachariah when she told him. “You don’t hear what I say, is God’s words”, she answered him in return.

And she was right. Of course there was the need of legal and final prove of Matthan being the son of Abihud. Zachariah could not expect Matthan carrying a genealogical document of incalculable value as one carries his knife. The first approach has been fruitful. The man knew his genealogical tree by heart. The disclosure to the heir of Solomon House of the Doctrine of the Alpha and the Omega was not a matter of fancy. God would bring the time and the circumstances.

And He did. It was not long before Jacob requested his father to go and ask Anna as his wife. Matthan asked his son to wait until Cleophas had finished his work, he would go to Jerusalem and do so. When the time came right, Matthan went on his own to Jerusalem to talk with Cleophas about their children. It never occurred to him that Cleophas hadn’t figure out the whole affair. Cleophas knew the boy, his family, they were friends. With his heart in a very good mood Matthan said to Cleophas his reason to be in Jerusalem. Cleophas gave him ears very attentively and after a while staring at old good Matthan he said it was out of question, she was the daughter of a Doctor in law, and she would marry in Jerusalem. Matthan pleaded for his son, his wealth, his youth, his blood. It was at this point that the storm came. Trying not to sound absolutely rude Cleophas laughed at the face of Matthan about his legal and true claim on King David. If it was an incredible claim in a Judean clan, and caused a joke, what supposed to raise talking about a Galilean swearing to be a true and pure blood? I mean, “no offense meant”.

 Matthan lost all control. He had been feeding a snake in his house? What a beautiful son is the law in the flute of a clown! And so on. Matthan ended up swearing to disinheritance his son if he dare to speak him again on this matter. And hit his road back to Nazareth without looking back. Cleophas was dead for him.

When Matthan stormed on Jacob his oath, Jacob felt dying. And so Anna. But if the poor creatures were sinking in the grave where her hearts were meant to die, not so the heart of the woman who recoiled the whispers of Wisdom and saw the Daughter of Solomon in the  entrails of her niece. That was a bad day for Cleophas. He always remembered that day without being able to control the laughter. Only that day he didn’t not laugh at all. He had made her career under her shadow, for the love of her sister and her niece she had pushed Zachariah beyond his own rule, never give way in to strangers into the circle of the men of the Lord. Hers was the invisible hand opening doors for the husband of her little sister and father of her adorable niece. “But as there is Hell and Heaven, now that you have tasted the honey of the angels, you will taste the poison of the demons. Pray that I can get the son of Solomon back to his senses”.

Of course Zachariah laughed when he knew his wife’s storming on Cleophas. It was the time to reveal him the Secret of the Doctrine of the Alpha and the Omega. Cleophas lowered down his head and said nothing. “If he had knew”.

Never is too late for the One who moves His pawns in the Board of the War of Heaven versus Hell. Matthan was a man of his words, one of those men of old whose word was as fine as a legal contract.  You could not move that kind of man from away from his word. After all Man was created at the Image of His Creator, and being the Word of God a law for Himself, so the true Man has his words as law. The argument of the Devil in the Fall was that “all that is horseshit”; Word is a means, a bridge, a road, a door to Power, you use it to break the defenses of the one you want to conquer and once broken, you conquer. God got mad when He heard that and gave His Word that he who said that will go to Hell. The question was to see how would that Mad Beast save himself from being sent there.

Elizabeth, who saw the seal of God in the grand-father of the Daughter of Solomon, because She was to be born from Jacob, she said so, she went up to Nazareth alone, broke in the house of Matthan and disarmed the man so nobly and sweetly as only Wisdom incarnated could have done it. She defended her brother in law alleging his ignorance about the Doctrine of the Alpha and the Omega, which she rained in his ears with all the faith in the world that he was and his son was the legal and right heir of Solomon the king, son of King David.  She did not need to request from Matthan the genealogical Scroll of Abihud. Matthan brought to her. And as she finished reading she asked straight for the young man who had the heart of her niece in his hands. We can only guess the joy the presence of this wonderful woman triggered in the soul of Jacob when he saw her, after a day in the fields, at the door of his house, shining the light of a radiant star in her smile.

And so it came to happen that the three of them hit the road down south. Matthan displayed the Abihud’s Genealogical Scroll in the eyes of Cleophas and Zacharias, and this done they entered in the marriage legal matters. We pass here the joy of the young couple, the interesting lines of the marriage are of our concern, they explain the numbers of the Two Genealogies.

Abihud’s wedding clauses for ruling the succession of his messianic legacy were these:

1.-The Bearer of Solomon’s messianic house should always be the first born, be a girl or boy. In the case of dead of the first born the Heir of the House be the father or the mother, would choose the successor of Abihud among his other sons and daughters.

2.-Abihud’s Property would never be divided between the brothers and sisters of the Heir. The Property of Abihud would remain as a whole from Heir to Heir and by no circumstance would be sold out or divided among the brothers and sisters of the Heir.

3.- Given the case of a female succession the daughter of Abihud would be the only master of Solomon’s house and she would choose the one to succeed her.

4.-The husband or wife of the Solomon’s Heir should not hold any right over Abihud’s property; in case of death of the Heir the House would pass on to Solomon’s Blood, be woman or man. The Heir will live in Nazareth and the family of the widower would stay away from Abihud’s Property.

5.- The name to be written on Solomon-Abihud’s scroll would always be the ones of the males.

 

In Joseph’s genealogy the succession is from male to male. It comes all by itself that given the special method of succession chosen by Abihud the number of generations in Mary’s be less, and Joseph’s, being Mary’s husband, the last on it. And this is how Joseph was begotten by Jacob, father of Mary, and at the same time he was the son of Heli.

Anyway, the marriage was celebrated, and one year after or so, a baby girl was born. Jacob and Anna called her Mary. This is the Mary, the Mother of Jesus, “the Son of David”.