From    : JULIE PRESSON
To      : ALL
Date      : 01/04/97 11:38pm
Subject : Christmas stories late. 
Conf    : FidoúUFO Meta-Physics

Hello Everyone,

My all time favorite Christmas story comes from the readings of Edgar
Cayce. The reading was given to a woman that the Cayce source said was
the daughter of the Innkeeper. While I don't know how accurate Cayce's
rendering of the Christmas story is, this particular reading is one of
the most remarkable readings Cayce ever did. Not only is it unusually
clear, but it is profoundly poignant as well. Unlike most Christmas
stories that focus exclusively on the miraculous nature of Christ's
birth, the Innkeeper's daughter version weds the miraculous with the
mundane: it gives us a provocative look at what an average,
run-of-the-mill human being might have thought, felt and experienced if
they had been present at the world's most celebrated birth.

But this particular reading does more than simply make us think more
deeply about how we might have responded to Christ's birth (and life) two
thousand years ago. I think it accurately reflects what happens to most
of us when the divine touches our lives now!

I hope you enjoy it and on behalf of myself, James Gregory, and all the
other marvelous folks involved in NewHeavenNewEarth, I wish you all a
very merry Christmas...

With Love & Best Wishes,
David Sunfellow

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The Innkeeper's Daughter
From Edgar Cayce Reading #1152

Sara was in the earth when great changes and opportunities were coming to
man by the fulfilling of time and the prayers of many. At the time, there
was much turmoil and strife and the people were pulled between that which
was being presented by the Romans, and the truths or lessons given by the
people of the land...

Sara was the daughter of the Innkeeper, and she stood by and was the
second of those who took the Babe into her arms. What should this mean in
thy experience? Is it any wonder that you have looked long into the faces
of those who were newly born, and wondered what their purpose, hardships,
joys, and sorrows would be in the earth?

In that time, she not only beheld the experiences of the shepherds, but
also heard the words of the sages of the East who came bringing gifts to
Him whom it had been proclaimed of old should come again. And He will
come again and again in the hearts, minds, and experiences of those who
love His coming. But those who, when they think of Him, and know what His
presence would mean, and become fearful, He passes by...

In that sojourn, Sara was just a year younger than the little mother who
came to the Inn where the entity helped her parents. And she knew of the
event through the meetings which were half forbidden by those in Jewish
law, and questioned by the authorities for the penal law. She was filled
with wonder and desire to know about the occurrence, and she felt that
some great thing in the experience of the world was about to come to pass.

The entity... requested that she might aid in the preparation of the
quarters for the mother-to-be and father, who were revered by all. For
the leaders had arranged with the Innkeeper for the care which must be
provided for them when they came to register for their contribution to
the Romans. Yet, as the entity waited, expectant, there was the general
rabble, and there were the discussions of those who journeyed to
Jerusalem for the meetings, as well as to the centers for their tax
registration...

Then, Sara helped so that all was in readiness. And the late afternoon
sun shone in all its glory on the Palestine hills, as if the voice of
nature were proclaiming the heralding of a new hope, a new birth to the
earth, and the glorifying of man's hope in God. The spectre of His star
in the evening sky brought awe and wonder to all who saw it. And Sara,
being anxious, gazed with wondering awe at that unusual experience. And
she wept with joy in expectancy of a glory surpassing what had been told
of all the glories of her people in the days of old. There, she felt
similar to the experience at present, that a new light, a new vision, and
a new experience were being born in every atom of her being.

When she knew that the den, the cave, the stable had been occupied, she
felt consumed with desire to rush off to see what was happening. And as
soon as her work was finished about the home, she started for the stable.
But as she walked into the open, the brightness of His star came nearer
and nearer. And she heard, even as the shepherds, "Peace on earth, good
will to men." Again, she felt awe, and the feeling of a new creation and
a new experience as she, with the closer attendant of the mother,
hastened. And all the rabble and all the jeers of a world were stopped.

She hastened to the quarters where the mother lay, in all awe of a new
experience, and as the light as from His star filled the place, she first
beheld the Babe. That was the crowning experience until the plea that
she, too, might hold the glorious Child in her arms. And as this became a
reality, she had the feeling, "Oh that the world might know the beauty,
joy, and glory of His life in their own hearts, minds, and beings."

There she saw the shepherds gather. And on the next day, she saw the Wise
Men, with their ladened camels; and she heard their praise for those who
had kept the faith in preserving, keeping, and helping those who were in
need and alone, yet having God with them. She heard the strange tongues
spoken by the Wise Men, and knew and felt the reverence and awe which
were experienced by all.

Sara sought to keep in touch with the mother and Child; and when the
edict was declared, her heart was filled with fear. For her experience
was something to be cherished; yet she feared the law, and the hatred
which would naturally arise in the hearts of those who were persecuted.
For often was her father questioned as to which way the Wise Men went,
and as to the activities of these men who defied the authorities of Rome,
as well as of Herod the king. For days, weeks, and months, she wondered.
And the necessity for menial labor at the Inn brought her mental and
material distress. Yet often in the stillness of the evening, she
reviewed the events, and wondered what had become of His star, His light.

After the receding of the star, she learned of the flight into Egypt
through the devious ways in which news came by word of mouth, and yet was
kept secret. All of these experiences have become an innate part of her,
so that when she sits alone in the twilight, she can almost again feel
the music of the spheres, and the singing of the morning stars, as the
earth is quieted. And there enters again that peace, which is only
troubled by the cares of a workaday world.

In the years that followed, she became closer to those in Bethany and
upon Mount Olive; for she took up her abode upon the edge of Olivet, on
the road that led to the great city. And there, word was sought again of
what had become of the participants in that marvelous event which had
become a burning memory in her heart. Yet when persecutions came from the
Romans, and from the Sadducees who persecuted especially the groups to
which she had belonged and from which she had received so much help,
doubts and fears arose within her.

>From what she heard, the child had apparently become only another child
among the people. And not until the days when He went again with His
parents and a great company to again register did she learn the truth of
what had happened. This was when it was commanded that the Passover feast
should be kept by all the children of Israel, and she sought again that
glorious Child who questioned the doctors. And she kept close that she
might hear...

>From time to time, she sought word of His progress, following His life
almost like a story. And she held to the memories of that evening when
she saw the light, and the Child in the mother's arms. Also, she relived
many times the glorious moment when the Child had been placed in her own
arms, and she had pressed her lip to the brow of the Babe.

When the ministry of Jesus began, she learned every word which could be
gathered from those who heard Him often. And when His visits brought Him
near, and yet her duties kept her close to home near the highways over
which throngs often passed, she became fearful because of the things that
were said. The rejection of His own people when He first began His
ministry, brought tears of scalding shame to her for the ones who seemed
to doubt when they should know.

At last came the triumphal entry from Bethany to the Temple in Jerusalem,
and Sara was among the great throng which cried, "Hosanna to the Highest;
the King cometh." Again, she was disappointed when that glorious man
among men was not proclaimed king. And He seemed to exert so little of
His power to help those who were sick, or in doubt, or fear. For the
entity knew many who had been healed. And she was especially close to
Bartaemus who had often rested on the road close to her home.

After the crucifixion, she was with the holy women and others who
sustained the household which was beginning to feel that possibly the
mother, Mary, had misjudged. Yet Sara knew from her own experience; for
she had not forgotten that choir before the celestial throne which sang:
"Glory, glory in the highest. Peace, peace on earth to all men of good
will."

She held to those experiences, and they are innate in the present. She
was among the first to suffer martyrdom because of the roughness of
the
Romans as they attempted to disperse the crowds. As a result of her
injuries, broken in body, she suffered in the flesh. But then, as now,
she looked ever to Him who is life, light, and immortality to those who
put their trust wholly in Him. For those who have tasted, felt and known
within themselves that He is the way, the truth, and the light--no other
name is given under heaven whereby man may be made whole, or whereby may
know his true relationship to God.

Hold fast to that, O Daughter of the Innkeeper, O the Beholder of His
Glory. O the joyous, gracious feelings that fill thy soul and being with
the richness of the earth poured out at His feet. You were with the lowly
shepherds who came to see that glorious sight; and they, too, were not
hindered from beholding the face of their Savior.

And ye, too, O Daughter, may know His face; but turn within. For there ye
may meet Him, as so often ye did in those days, weeks, months, and years,
as ye recounted in your self the glorious events of that day when the
Babe, the Child Jesus, lay in your arms. For He is very near unto all who
call on His Holy Name. He has promised, and His promises are sure to you,
and in you, may you know..."

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 * Origin: http://www.spiritweb.org/Spirit/julie-presson.html (1:105/64.33)