When his parents saw him, they were astonished, and his mother said to him, "Son, why have you done this to us? Behold, your father and I were sorrowing, and we were looking for you. And he said to them, "Why did you seek me? did you not know that I must be about my Father's business? They did not understand what he said to them. And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject to them, and his mother kept all this in her heart.....

 

PROLOGUE TO THE HEART OF MARY

 

In the days of the Bicentennial of the French Revolution, in Paris, the Son of God inspired me with this Divine History of Jesus Christ. I set to work immediately. I left Paris, returned to the South, locked myself among books and set out to begin at the beginning, that is, to discover what was the reason for this documentary vacuum through which confusion found an access door to the heart of the problem and gave birth to this mountain of books that, using the Hero of the Gospels as an excuse, gave life to inky characters without any contact with the True Son of Mary.

Delving into the subject, it did not take me long to discover the root cause of the problem of the absence of official documents on the existence of Jesus. Absence on whose grain the centuries have raised to the Mystery of the Life of the Founder of Christianity that mountain of books the result of whose reading is as ambiguous as confusing.

Inspired by this fact, the last of the writers of the twentieth century who contributed his grain to that apocryphal mountain that in the century of Christ began its growth, entitled his work “the unknown Jesus”. Isn’t it curious that after twenty centuries on the lips of the whole world and five centuries of independent research and free from the tutelage of the Church, the twentieth century sighed such a conclusion for posterity: “Jesus, that unknown?”

But the Founder of Christianity, although a perfect stranger to some, is not so unknown to others, nor was he as unknown to those who knew him during his lifetime, as those who did not know him have wanted to present him to us. The problem, however, is there, where it has always been, in the silence of those who knew him in life and took with them to the grave the Biography of the Son of Mary of Nazareth. Now, if we take into account the Faith, the secret of the problem lies in hitting, entering and seeing. For the “one who was” is still “the one who is.”

These considerations set by principles of my research, the cause at the bottom of the lack of official documentation on Jesus as a historical personage I found it in the two fires that, in the same year according to some, in different years according to others, destroyed the Archives of the Temple of Jerusalem, on one hand, and those of the Imperial Rome of the Caesar Octavian Augustus, on the other.

Chance? pure chance? part of a Machiavellian plan conceived by powers in the shadows? How can we know, how can we say for sure?

What is beyond doubt is that the violent anti-Christianity of that generation of the first century A.D. set the fuse and ignited the spark that blew up the walls of the Temple of Jerusalem.

In the case of the burning of the Temple of Jerusalem, specifically, it is known that the destruction of the Archives of Israel was provoked by the sons of those who judged Jesus. A brief incursion into the events of the anti-Roman revolt is enough to discover the identity of the arm that, baton in hand, directed the orchestra of the destruction of the Archives of the Third Kingdom of Israel.

Logically, in this book we are not going to rescue from the sarcophagus of memories, where the last Hebrews threw the true history of the Second Fall, the memory of those events. Just to say, like father, like son; Adam fell, his children fell. With the wonderful difference that this time the sons did not drag the rest of the world to the hell of deserved damnation. In any case, let us focus on the facts.

In spite of the regrets, obviating the opinion of the experts, here it must be recognized that, from a psychohistorical point of view, the reason for setting fire to Jerusalem’s Archives, documentarily speaking of incalculable value, at the time of reconstructing the Hasmonean Period for example, had by goal the physical elimination of any proof on which the future could base the historical existence of Christ, and rooted the Foundation of the Church in the summit of the internal processes lived by the spirit of the messianic Israel.

Little doubt is left to the author and less space is left to the reader to insert the personality of the official historian of the Jews, a man named Flavius Josephus, in the most representative genre of his time. Trained in the old Roman imperial school, the most representative in regard to the manipulation of the past, as demonstrated in the Aeneid of Virgil, Flavius Josephus applied the same method to the history of his people, giving birth to a history without prophetic light of any kind and less messianic value if possible. From which resulted that pathetic exorcism that is his Ancient History of the Jewish People, against which modern historians erased the right to any criticism, and from which was derived the banishment from the conscience of “the chosen people” of that spirit that made the Hebrew special and unique among the other peoples of our world.

Misfortune upon misfortune, if from the falsification of the origins of the Roman people by Virgil, the founders of that Rome born with eternal vocation, came out to be glorified, from the hands of Flavius Josephus was “born again” a people deprived of all glory and honor in the eyes of God and men.

Terrible was the price therefore that in order to see exterminated all the first Christians, without distinction of age and sex, were willing to pay and paid the children of Judah.

Although it is something that is always left in the back room, we must not forget that if Jesus was the son of Adam and Eve, no less by blood were those who judged him and condemned him to death. So what has always been talked about and never discussed is the fratricide committed against the new Abel, of which the old one was his model, partly because there was talk of deicide and partly because the Cain of those days, unlike the old one, never seemed to repent of his crime. But let us leave here the critical examination of the historical value of the literary work of Flavius Josephus. Today it is known that the historian of the Jews managed to impose his version of the Acts at the price of bending his knees, not before the God of his fathers, but before the gods of the Empire. And let us return to the other Burn.

In the case of the destruction of the Archives of the Empire by Nero, that the purpose was to close such an anti-Christian operation is no longer so credible. But at the end of the day it is what came to be closed with the destruction of the Archives of Augustean Rome. The documents on the Universal Census, and any other physical evidence that could shed light on the case, were definitively reduced to ashes.

That is to say, since the Year of Fire the Gospels and only the Canonical Gospels remained as the only documents on which to reconstruct the History of Jesus.

This conclusion was discovered already in their time by the contemporaries of the Apostles. This discovery inspired many of them to write the so-called “apocryphal gospels.”

Some say that the Canonical Gospels came first, and then, working with them, the apocryphal authors assembled their stories. But I would say that the Word came first, and then the Word was put into writing. In fact when one of the evangelists says in his prologue that before him many had attempted to compose an account of the life of Jesus, and by saying “many”, being only four evangelists (two by this date), Luke was undoubtedly referring to the apocryphal authors.

It is not surprising that, scandalized, the Apostles rose up against those tales. And they decided to put in writing what the first Christians already knew by word: that to the Four, and only to the Four Gospels all the Christians of the Orb had to abide.

Those who did so and banished from their eyes the reading of the “apocryphal Gospels”, and closed their ears to the Gnostic stories so fashionable in the first two centuries of Christianity, soon began to be called “Catholics”. For if the first followers of Christ, without distinction between their more or less divergent positions, began to be called “Christians”, all those who adhered to the Text of the Canonical Gospels soon began to be called Catholics. For contrary to the others, who in the case of the Virgin, for example, corrected the Apostles themselves -excusing them for their childish credulity on the Virgin Conception of Christ- the Catholics believed blindly in the Word.

This, without any doubt, was the origin of Catholicism. When St. Paul criticized some of the faithful for defining themselves as being of this or that apostle, he was surely referring to the damage against the Unity of Christianity that the first apocryphal accounts were already doing.

That is to say, the churches born of the Reformation were not the first to deny the Incarnation of the Son of God and his Birth by the work and grace of the Holy Spirit. Before the Reformation, the Gnostics of the first and second century A.D. already denied the existence of the Virgin. Not to mention or bring now to the stand the opinion of the Jews themselves in this regard, it is understood.

But let us return to the investigation. For of course, this is Faith. But History demands facts, documents, pieces with which to compose the puzzle. So how to carry out a recreational investigation of the History of Jesus if the indispensable elements for its articulation are nowhere to be found? That is to say, who can compose a puzzle without the pieces of the puzzle to be composed?

For these reasons as spring fell upon London, I stopped looking in books for what I could not find in them.

When spring broke I went to Jerusalem. I crossed Europe by the light of a bright star and crossed the sea on the waves of a Silver Dove.

Holy Land! At the shores of the Great Sea a Tower shone at dawn like the most powerful lighthouse in the world. It was Haifa.

I went down to Nazareth. I visited the Temple of the Annunciation. After a brief stop in Tel Aviv I continued on my way to the Holy City.

When I reached Jerusalem the City was in a state of alarm. Iraq had just invaded Kuwait. The anti-Zionist discourse of the new hero of Islam, using the universal hatred of the Muslim world against the Jews as a hyperlink to rally all the fundamentalists of the Arab world to his cause, demanded - according to Israeli newspapers - the use of nuclear weapons, especially the neutron bomb.

While Iraq was raising waves of cheers in the Palestinian territories, among the crowds strolling along David Street an advert man dressed as a prophet was walking with a very large sign, which read: The end of the world is near, come and have a beer.

It was a very instructive trip. I climbed back on the wings of the Silver Dove and sailed the waters of the Big Sea back to the Old Continent.

I set course for London. I settled down in Finsbury Park, locked the door, opened my old machine, and sat down determined not to leave the studio until I got the History for which I had been striving for the last few years.

It was a very long autumn, but a very fruitful one. One day in November of that year I reached the finish line. The goal I had been running after all those years was the treasure that the Mother kept in her heart, “the Heart of Mary”.

How Mary met Joseph, who Zechariah and Elizabeth were, who the famous brothers and sisters of Jesus really were. Everything, absolutely everything that she knew all about her Son she displayed it before my eyes. She had kept it all in her Heart.

What I, Christ Raul, saw in the Heart of the Mother is what you are about to read.

 

CHAPTER I: "I AM THE FIRST AND THE LAST"

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MARY'S VOW