I read with interest the Da Vinci Code, in which , Dan Brown comes up with the theory that Mary Magdalene was married to Jesus and they had a child.  In the novel, this is the secret that the Knights Templar held over the catholic church for centuries, a secret which was passed to the Preu de Sion, ( Priory of Sion) the covert  branch of the freemasons, and part of the secret was that they had discovered the remains of Mary Magdalene, and that the bloodline of Jesus could be traced. This as far as Dan Brown implies is the secret of the Holy Grail.

According to the novel, Leonardo Da Vinci, was a member of the Preu de Sion, and through his paintings, he left symbols and a kind of symbolic map, which revealed the Mary Magdalene secret.

Although this novel is fiction and not based on other facts, there has been a major outcry from the catholic church,  as the church believes that  people reading the book  hold the belief that  this is  fact and not fiction.
Apart from the Da Vinci Code there has been other books, such as The Blood Line of Jesus, that encourage the theory.

I wish to dispel the theory, by offering my own knowledge, of the events that happened two thousand years ago, a knowledge acquired through major past life regressions which I undertook 10 years ago.  Although , like the Da Vinci Code, I cannot offer any proof, I wish to share with all of you, another side of Jesus, other events that I witnessed through my past life , that are different from the bible.

 It all started 10 years ago……..
Since I was a child, I could see spirits, guides and angels by my side.
I had permanent friends, which others could not see, but to me they were as real as any human beings.  During my teen age years, I closed off these visions, as people used to think I was mad or weird, and I wanted to be normal.  In my thirties, the visions started to come back, but this time they were different at first.  They were images of a life in a different , strange place, urgings from voices about papers that had been hidden in a box.
The images flashed through my mind , day and night, never relenting, until one day my husband found me crying, and upon enquiring what was wrong, and my answer being  that I thought I was going mad, he advised me to read Edgar Cayce.  Till this time, I had never read any esoteric books , or been interested in the spiritual realm.  Edgar Cayce opened my eyes, and with relief I discovered that I was not crazy and there were more people like me in this world.
Realizing that what I was probably experiencing was past life memories, I sought a past life therapist.  At first I could not go “under” but after the second session, this life in this ancient place started to unfold.  These regression were very traumatic, I felt as if I was actually there , images from 2000 years ago, came flooding through and they were not always pleasant.
I thought I was going crazier than ever, I did not know what to believe, what was real or a product of my own mind.

These recollections challenged the very faith I had been brought up in. In desperation, I wrote to Dr Francesca Rossetti, director of the paranormal society in London, author of the book .

She was at the time one of the forerunners in past life regression, and one of the more critical authors, who had the ability to dissect past lives from fantasies.  I sent her a copy of the tape, asking her help in trying to decipher if I was really going mad.  She faxed me almost immediately, advising me that she had listened to the tape, and she wanted me to come to London as soon as possible to see her.

At the time, I was running a bookshop in Greenmarket square, and as I had already started to work  with my angels, I laughed, asking my special guides, how would I ever get the money to go and see her in London.   Exactly five minutes after receiving the fax, an agent walked into the shop, and advised me that he had a client who was willing to pay me R225,000 to move out of the shop .  I took it as a very powerful sign and accepted the offer.  My family and  I went to London, and I started a journey which changed my whole life.

When I met Francesca, I felt an instant connection with her, and as she lovingly guided me through session after session, to dissect and probe every aspect of my mind and past life, the story and the mystery began to unfold.  I will relate it, as I experienced it:
I found myself in a stone clay house with a woman, who I believed to be my mother.  At one point I saw soldiers rushing in, killing my mother and raping me. These were roman soldiers.  I saw myself alone for a while barely surviving, until one day I was drawing water from a well, and I felt a presence next to me. When I looked up there was  a man whose eyes pierced my soul.  He asked for water, and I felt myself talking to this man, whose words touched my heart.
Dr Rossetti asked me for names, in which I replied that his name was “Jeshua”.  She later asked to describe what I was wearing”: “sandals, a scarf, my hair was long and reddish colour, my name was Mary/Mariah?”
In the next scenes i see myself running with the villagers, excited to see this man talk, whose words and ideas are unheard of, a man who heals. His words hold the villagers spell bound, everyone wants to touch him to be near him.  Flashes go through my mind of me, sitting with him, of Jesua or Rabbani as I called him, and the darkness he was trying to fight.  Later I discover he grew up in a monastery in Gumran with a sect called “The Essences”, and they saw the special powers in him, and that he was here for a message for mankind.
We become very close, and at one point, yes, I have images of holding each other, possibly kissing, but there was also a strong image, where he tells me, that he cannot be as any other man, as he took an oath of celibacy with The Essences.
I also see myself with another man, a roman trader, who although married visits me from time to time and gives me money.  Some of this money I also give to Jeshua, and although I promise Jeshua, not to see him again, it is difficult for me.
One night I am walking in a garden with Jeshua, there is danger all around us, there is a strong feeling that we are in Jerusalem.  Jeshua gives me a metal box.  I look inside and I see papers with writing on them, although I cannot read them.  He tells me that these are words which he has written…  “Hide them well” he asks.

I bury the box in a small garden at the back of the dwelling I live in.
The next scene, I see a woman running towards me, crying and shouting that the Rabbani has been taken by soldiers.  I run to the house where his followers hide, they all sitting there with fear reflected on their faces.  I have a feeling that they never really accepted me either, because I was so close to him, and they could not understand how he could accept a woman in his fold, as he had accepted them.
I see myself taking food to him in jail, of him sitting there forlorn with cuts on his face, trying to give him a bottle, which contains, a potion made of a certain herb, that will help him to sleep, and it will make his heart slow down to hardly a beat. He refuses it, he wants to die, his time is finished.

Next I am walking down an alley, lot of commotion, prisoners are been pushed and shoved, towards the dark mountain as we used to call it.
That is where prisoners were crucified under Roman law. I see him struggling, sick, carrying this piece of wood, which was probably a cross.   People are mocking the prisoners, but in some of the soldiers’ eyes, I see compassion as well.
A woman nudges me, I have a feeling that its his mother, although there is also a feeling that she never liked me, but at this time we feel close.
She reminds me of what had been planned the night before.
When they hang the prisoners on the cross, they put nails in his wrists and feet.  The crowd goes mad, mocking, but his followers are hiding staying behind, except for the women.
I take the little bottle, and approach one of the soldier, and smiling I ask if I could give him some water from the bucket.  I put some of the liquid, the sleeping potion, into the water, and I hold the sponge tied to a broom up to his lips.  He sucks on it, and I feel relieved.  I have done my part.  A few hours later, he is completely asleep, and a well known and respected roman, a wealthy man, approaches, and asks for his body,
To be taken down so that he can bury him before nightfall.
There is a dispute, if he is dead or not, and one of the soldiers tries to slightly pierce him with a spear, but there is no response from his body.
The women wrap the body in muslim cloth and they carry him away.
In the next scene, I was sitting in a house with a few people, some look familiar, and someone comes in and says,: “it is time”.
When we go out to where Jeshua had been laid, there was a man on a horse, someone I recognize as one of The Essences. Jeshua was lying in this cave, still breathing, although he looked so sick.  As they start carrying his body to the horse, we hear a soldier approaching, and I feel myself walking up to him, joking, flirting with him.  Then I feel a knife in my hands,  and I plunge the knife into his chest. I panic, I do not know what to do, or what I have done, I feel terrible.
The men tell me not to worry, they will take care of it, they tell me to go back and tell the others that I found the tomb empty.
Afterwards, I see myself walking with two men, going through many villages, until we reach a village, by the name of Achbet,  I leave the men by the village, and I walk towards a hill, carrying the box he gave me.  I find a cave next to a river, and bury the box deep into the ground.
I will remember this cave, I promise myself.

Later I am working in Jerusalem, growing and selling herbs, and one of his followers tells me that it is dangerous and that some of them  and his family, he had many brothers and sister, are leaving for a foreign land.  I refuse to go, my heart yearns to see him again.  We all know he is in Gumran, and I wait for the right time to go.

A mother comes to me, crying that her son is dying.  I make my way to Gumran to see if Jeshua can help him. At first he refuses to see me, but then relents.  They take me down a cellar, open a door and he stands there, looking so thin, so sick, but very much alive.

He is angry with me for killing a man, and I beg for his forgiveness.
At times he could be moody and angry and this was very much part of his humanity.
I am wearing a big sun pendant, which I ask him to bless, so that I can hold it against the child, and he might live. I hold him one last time.

The next scene, I see clearly news going around that he has died, I feel that this is many years later, and I find myself journeying to Gumran again.  As I watch them burying him, his body completely wrapped in cloth, like a mummy, I feel my heart breaking.
People are throwing all kinds of things in the tomb, jewellery etc, and I take my beautiful sun pendant , throw it and say goodbye.

At some point I do see a little girl with me, my child, by the name of Tamara,( something sounding like it)   but I get a very strong feeling that she was the Roman’s child, and that she did not always live with me.

I do see at one point myself traveling on a boat, but for a short time, and I have a strong feeling that most of the rest of my life I spent in Jerusalem, healing and helping people.

After this traumatic past life regressions, Dr Rosetti, insisted that we all go to Israel.  We went for a week, and landing in this beautiful country I felt as if I had come home.
I knew where everything was, (the old parts), the old Jerusalem, Galilee, my beautiful country. It was the most traumatic and spiritual journey of my life.
Although I perceived that the village of Achmet was near Gallilee,
We could only drive around and familiarise ourselves with the country, as a lot of it had actually changed.
I later found an antique map of Israel, with this very village’s name printed on it.  It was on the north of Gallilee.
A few years ago, I met another healer, one who could read past lives in a very exceptional way.  The minute is saw him, I knew him, and with his own words he knew me too.  He also lived 2000 years, ago, was very close to Jeshua, and his memories of the events were the same.

To the perceptions I can offer humankind, Jeshua was a man, a prophet, a master, a soul that was close to God.  I don’t know if this was really my past life, or if I am connected to the energy of Mary Magdalene.
I cannot tell for sure, if nothing happened between Jeshua and Mary Magdalene, all I can offer, is the perception through these images, that whatever happened , never went too far.

I truly feel that Mary Magdalene died in Jerusalem, although her body could have been buried elsewhere, nobody can say for sure.

I do believe that other secret societies, such as the Preu de Sion, existed whether they have been refuted or not , recently, branches of the Knights Templars, and that they do hold something that at some point might have been valuable to the catholic church. It is not an object or a relic, but I do believe that it has probably something to do with what he wrote, or part of his writings. 

It is also in my opinion that at some stage the church , probably managed to obtain some of these writings, not all of them, but probably some, and keeps them hidden in their secret chambers, and that is why they turned against the Knights Templars.

Through the words I heard him speak, I do believe that he believed in reincarnation, and that at some point, he aligned himself with the zealots who were trying to get the Romans out of Israel.
The Romans and the Jewish priests looked at him as an upstart, a terrorist, who had to be silenced.

The Essences, practiced ancient art forms of worship and rituals, and were very close to nature, the earth and the elements.

Some years ago, the Dead Sea scrolls, were discovered in a cave near Gumran. And in these scrolls, as well as the Gnostic gospels that were discovered in Egypt, pertained to have been written by Essences, and some of them by followers of Jesus who were close to him at the time.

The Catholic Church refused to acknowledge these writings.

I do believe that at some point in the future when the time is right, that the true story will come out.  His body will probably be found, his writings will emerge.

For me, this past life, was the beginning of my great journey, and as another great healer said to me, “his words are within you, you remember, help others and teach them.”

Rabbani, I will try!

Finally it does not matter what his life was like, whom he loved, who was close to him, what matters are the words he left behind with us, and the light he shone on this earth.

Daniela