Religion

 So Imagine having to tell your friends, "Yes, in fact I am that Christ, the greatest man who ever walked on this planet. Who is going to believe you? They are going to say, "No in fact I have known you all my life, and you are no different from me". So let me tell you why I am different. The first thing is I have lived before. I  remember my life as Jesus, or parts of it, and some of it is slightly different from what is in the bible. It would be wrong to change what is in the bible, so I won't do that, but I can tell you of one instance when I believe I told a lie. That is not what you would expect from somebody who is perfect. In fact what is the perfect man? Is  it a man who has no physical imperfections? Becaue I do need corrective lenses, (glasses to correct a defect in my sight, but the fact that I have a prescription which has a "cylinder" in it makes me even more unique, if such a thing is possible. As one grows older one's eyes change, so it is normal to need glasses for reading, and thhis is normal, as is the fact that I have required dentistry to repair my teeth, and that in 1989 I had an accident which required one of my fingers to be amputated. I also have a permanent nerve condition in my feet caused by a nurse who deliberately gave me the wrong medication once when I was in hospital, and I have a bad injury to my back caused by pressure on my spine once, which caused two discs to slip. It is the cause of constant pain, and also I have a defect to my left eye, which I believe was caused by an excessive dose of radiation when I was in early gestation. On the other hand, when I die I have the promise of a perfect body of my own design in my next life, and the promise of the best body my mother can produce in my next life on earth. Nobody can ask for more. Many people and animals have to put up with a lot less, and I am grateful for that.

 So one of the things which makes me different, is that I have lived before. In fact that is no different from many people, because many have also lived before, but Jesus was the first. My father, Joseph, lived before. In fact I painted him in a painting Christ in the House of His Parents. My mother, Mary also lived before, and so did her father. In fact I was her father, my Grandfather, in both the life of Jesus, and my current life. This is another thing which makes me different. It is the ability to live here, on earth, while at the same time living a contemporary life as another person. Nobody elese can do that, and if you refuse to believe it is possible, you annot believe in me. That is the ability for God to let me live my whole life, and know the end of my life before I live it. It is impossible for many to believe this is possible. For instance, there is somebody alive now, whose life I have lived out completely, including all the things they did in their life, before I died, and came back to be born to live the life I am living now. I have already said, in between when Jesus died, and when I was born, I lived no other life, it was as though I was living on another planet all that time, waiting to be born in 1955, and yet I also had time to live many lives, as many people over the next 3.000 years, so I have already seen tat period of history, although I have forgotten most of it. I have not forgotten the Wellington earthquake, which happens between now, and about September, this year or next year though, nor the fire which burns Sydney Australia in that year. We will have to wait and see if it happens. Of course John in Revelations reveals what is going to happen in the future, and Nostradamus when he was alive, wrote about the Great Fire of London in 1666, and also events in 1777, 1888 and 1999.

 So how can I prove that I have lived before? I can't really. I can however tell you of a few things which have happened. When I was little, and in my cot, one day I put my head through the bars, which were quite narrow, and designed not to let a baby put its head through. My mother came and saw me and was amazed. She ran away immediately, calling out to my father, Tim, Tim, come and look at this. I of course immediately wanted to put my head back again, but my ears were sticking out, and I couldn't do it. I did know that my head had gone through, so it must be possible for it to go back again, so I pulled until it did, despite the pain to my ears. I wondered why my mother had gone to get my father to witness it. Surely it would be enough for him to hear her say it. Why would he not believe her, and have to see it for himself. That is how babies think.

There are two other uncorroberatedevents which I record.