I was with Thomas at the Jordan River when the spirit decended a second time. The others were sent away in pairs; teams of two, with power to cast-out demons. We were washing ourselves; preparing for what our Father had shown us in visions. The two were one. In the water of the Jordan, Thomas twisted through the golden current blissfully. As a fish breaking free from a torn net, he was submersed in the spirit. He found his way twithin.
The sea the sun.
The sun the sea.
The spirit showed him. My precious fisherman Thomas, the twin, my beloved who remains until my return.
Healings in Judea must take place. I prepared Thomas to be one with the flesh and to understand the nature of the spirit. My Father filled me and with what had overflowed from my soul filled that of Thomas.
It was the time to show them the way.
Mud along the river banks was soft like infant flesh. Into the hands of Thomas I placed the grey matter and told him not to look back.
Under a shelter of new growth from tall, twisted cedars, he held me despite the dreams.
“Cast them out in the name of David,” I explained to the one I love when we awoke. Thomas was there with me in my dreams. He remembered what it was I saw in the darkness. The mud was to protect us from uncleanliness.
“Do not touch blind eyes with your flesh, thus you will become unseeing,” I explained. His soft, brown eyes watched over me as I said these things. He placed the wavy head of hair upon my chest. Again we entered sleep.
The heat of day was upon us. He thirsted like no other and dove into the Jordan like a fish from the salty sea that enters the waters of the Jordan to give birth. I watched from the banks as the child became a man. Then I went to him.
Those we healed followed us back to the river for more clay. Unclothed we moved the waters.
Zebaccari, the Pharisee was with the healed upon the Jordan River bank. It was there that he asked me about divorce for he knew many others would want to enter.
“So tell me Jesus and Thomas– is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife for just any reason?”
I replied, “Have you not read that the creator who planted the Garden of Eden made them male and female?”
“Yes,” Zebaccari replied not believing in our dream which became flesh.
“Well then, they are no longer two but one flesh, so what God has joined together, let no man separate.”
Those who had never seen with their eyes witnessed what happened next. A dove came out of nowhere and landed upon my lover’s beautiful hair and a voice from above proclaimed “These are my beloved sons with whom I am well pleased.”