Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Mantra Music Give-Away

I'm cleaning out my house and I realize that I don't need any of my CDs anymore because everything is MP3s now (even though CD quality is better-- but that is for another soap box.) So I'm having a giveaway. I don't have many mantra music CDs since I buy most as MP3s now, but I have about 5 or 6 really good ones (about $75+ value) and you can get a chance to win them all by doing any or all of the following that you have not already done. 

  • leaving a comment
  • sharing on FB
  • liking Progressive Prophetess on FB
  • telling your friends about the intro webinar which is awesome and will change their lives
  • publicly following this blog
  • subscribing to my newsletter
  • coming over to help me pack
  • buying some of my furniture and taking it away asap
  • chanting Mool Mantra for at least 11 minutes on my behalf
  • praying for me
  • bringing me homemade food
  • coming to my goodbye party which I haven't planned yet. Leave a comment if you want to come or if you want to plan it. :)
  • babysitting Phoebe
  • sending me an email that makes me laugh out loud that I don't have to respond to. 
  •  inviting me to come stay with you when I go on a world tour
Here are just a couple of of them:



I'll announce the winner August 7th, so check back because if you win and don't email me your address within 36 hours I'll have to give it to the next winner.

I hope you enjoy!

Sell All That Thou Hast

There is a reason that moving is on the top ten most stressful life events list. The past few weeks have given me many opportunities to use my tools and praise God.

I have lived in my current home for a decade. That is longer than I have lived anywhere. There was a reason for that. I moved about 15 times in college, so once I got settled I wanted to stay settled. And once I had Phoebe, I wanted to keep her life stable.

Though I have known that God would be taking me to Ojai for a while now, I only gave my 30 day notice a few weeks ago, and since then I have had some expansions and contractions. Part of the stress was not knowing where we would go. I hadn't found the right house and I was looking daily for a month. I didn't know how to pack because I didn't know if we were going to be down sizing, upsizing or just resizing. I thought we would rent, then I thought we might buy, then I had a minor melt down and just told God to handle it, which if I had really been using my tools, I would have done sooner and I'm sure the result would have been the same but with less work. I'm not opposed to work, but an hour of worry is equivalent to an 8 hour work day. So, I did a lot of work this month.

I realized that I was also grieving several different things: the life I thought I would have, and the life I have had here. When I saw years of height marks on Phoebe's closet door I burst into tears. She has lived her entire life here and was (almost) born here.

A week ago I had a dream that I had a baby and I couldn't remember the birth, so I was going around trying to learn more about it from people who were there. When I woke up I realized that if I had not miscarried in December, I would be having a baby around the same time I am moving. Timing is interesting.

So instead of getting a baby, I will get a new life. But there is still lots of expanding and contracting--or should I call them pressure waves--on the way to getting it. 

Finally, God found us a temporary Eden to live in. Ironically, it is the place I always knew we'd live, at least for a short time. I resisted it at first because it is small and it would only be temporary and I didn't want to "move twice" or put stuff in storage, but I now realize that it is perfect for us. It is on several acres of orange groves with beautiful views of the valley, and it has a pool. Ojai tends to have Indian summers that last well into October, so a pool is sort of awesome. It is also furnished. So I have been going round and round about what to bring and what to store, when it just occured to me today that I don't really need any of my stuff and how liberating would it be to sell it all and just start fresh.

Elvis clock. I've had this since I was in junior high school. Seriously. Time to take a picture and let it go. If you want it, post a comment and maybe I'll mail it to you.


For a long time I think having furniture and a lovely house gave me a false sense of security. I have held on to my stupid furniture and other truly random things for years because: what if I need it? What if I can't replace it? What if I never find a better one?

Ha! Writting it out loud really makes it sound very funny.

This is the year of living everything I wrote in The Gift of Giving Life. My goodness. Everything I wrote about in that book has become my life story this year or has come to test me. Forgiveness, Faith, Fear, Meditation, Constant Nourishment, Chainbreaking (Family Tree of Knowledge) and now the principles of non-attachment. (If you haven't read the book, you really should--no matter what stage of life you are. Men, too--it will blow your mind.)

A friend of mind was helping me pack and told me an offhand story about Wayne Dyer and how one day he was putting his keys in his front door and realized he didn't need his house. So he walked away from it. It sounded a little crazy at first, but I kept thinking about it. Then I kept thinking of Christ's words to the rich merchant: "Sell all that thou hast."

I don't think that God is commanding me to sell everything, but He is inviting me to let go and see that I will be supported. Because I already am. I'm one of the most blessed people I know. It is so liberating thinking of selling (almost) everything and being totally light and free. 

Tonight I just read Phoebe a paraphrased version of the story of Ruth. It was super short and sweet but I couldn't help but get emotional. Ruth's life didn't turn out how she probably thought. She was widowed and then there was a famine... She had a choice to go back to her people or go with Naomi. Ruth gave up everything, even her God, to follow her mother-in-law and the God of Isreal. They were poor, but faithful. And if you don't know how it ends for Ruth, she ends up marrying Boaz (who was rich), and she eventually has a son. Through that line came David and later, Jesus Christ. She was a very blessed woman.

So here I go, to the promised land.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

John the Beloved, Yogi

(This is part 2 of my Yoga of Jesus series. To find them all, just click the tag.)

In The Yoga of Jesus, Paramahansa Yogananda makes a case for Jesus’s teachings bridging East and West. I have to agree with him that Jesus has been awfully westernized by the Christian world. In truth, Jesus was not western, he was born right on the crossroads of East (India, the Orient) and West (then Europe). In fact all the major trade routs passed through Palestine. However, Jesus himself never went west. His apostles later did, but he spent much more time in the East.

To try to understand Jesus the Christ from a purely western perspective requires a lot of stretching and finagling (For example: the parable of the laborers in the vineyard, the prodigal son--these never sit well with capitalists). When you understand Jesus’s teaching from an eastern perspective, they make prefect sense, especially since there is now ample evidence that Christ spent 17 years in India during his “lost years.”



Map of Jesus's possible travel routes in India.

Yogananda’s book is full of both awesome and interesting explanations of Jesus’s hidden yogic teachings of God-realization within the four Christian Gospels. All of the gospels contain some of these hidden treasures, but Yogananda claims that Saint John was perhaps the greatest of the disciples of Jesus. John, in all of his writings, seems to have a superior ability to appreciate and absorb the depth and breadth of his teachings. Yogananda suggest that John’s gospel, though last in order, should be considered first when the true meaning of the life and teachings of Jesus is considered.

I have always loved the writings of Saint John, but when it comes to the Bible there are so many different translations and interpretations. I make it a point to always read the Joseph Smith translation, (which is an inspired translation by a prophet of God) and there are many changes to John in the JST, but so far they all seem to support Yogananda’s claims, that John was super-close with the most private Jesus—and he understood the truths from an intuitive, awakened perspective.

In searching the Book of Mormon and other texts for verity--or in reality just reading along minding my own business, I regularly find corroborating evidence I never noticed before.

For example, in the first book of Nephi, chapter 14, after Nephi sees a vision of the whole world and its end, he is commanded not to write all the things which he saw.

20 And the angel said unto me: Behold one of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.
 21 Behold, he shall see and write the remainder of these things; yea, and also many things which have been.
 22 And he shall also write concerning the end of the world.
 23 Wherefore, the things which he shall write are just and true; and behold they are written in the book which thou beheld proceeding out of the mouth of the Jew; and at the time they proceeded out of the mouth of the Jew, or, at the time the book proceeded out of the mouth of the Jew, the things which were written were plain and pure, and most precious and easy to the understanding of all men.
 24 And behold, the things which this apostle of the Lamb shall write are many things which thou hast seen; and behold, the remainder shalt thou see.
 25 But the things which thou shalt see hereafter thou shalt not write; for the Lord God hath ordained the apostle of the Lamb of God that he should write them….
 26 And also others who have been, to them hath he shown all things, and they have written them; and they are sealed up to come forth in their purity, according to the truth which is in the Lamb, in the own due time of the Lord, unto the house of Israel.
27 And I, Nephi, heard and bear record, that the name of the apostle of the Lamb was John, according to the word of the angel. (1 Nephi Chapter 14)

So, while others had been shown the same things, John was the one ordained to write them at the time. This is interesting. From an LDS perspective, we believe that the Bible is the word of God as far as it is translated correctly. We also believe that the Book of Mormon is also the word of God and another testament of Jesus Christ. The Book of Mormon is said to be “the most correct of any book on earth.”  So it is interesting that even though God knew all things and knew there would be two books, God still knew that John was going to be the best one to write the important stuff, even though it might get corrupted somewhat through translations.

Did I mention I really like Saint John?

Also interesting--and what I almost skipped over--is verse 26 which says that others have written these things, but they are sealed and will come for later….. hmmm. When, do you think? Or do you think they have been coming forth already in the discovery of apocryphal texts or yogic texts?

John also gives us more good cause to believe that Jesus was in India, because the Gospel of John opens with a line from the Vedas (the sacred texts that Jesus studied in India and got into trouble for teaching to the peasants.) That famous line is: “In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God.” 

Yogananda's comments on "The Word" in original Christianity: 

"Though official church doctrine for centurues has interpreted 'the Word' to be a reference to jesus himself, that was not the understanding oridinally intended by Saint John in this passage....The term Merma (word) is used to describe God's activity in the world." (p.22)

This is totally verified by the Joseph Smith Translation of the that first verse of John which reads: 

"In the begining was the gopsel preached through the Son. And the gospel was the word, and the word was with the Son, and the Son was with God and the Son was of God."(John 1:1, JST)
Also, in D&C 93:6 God mentions that John is his special witness and promises that we will one day get MORE of John's words:
"And John saw and bore record of the fulness of my glory and the fulness of John's record is hereafter to be revealed. "
 I for one can't wait. I will write more on Jesus and yoga and John soon. I promise.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Building the Boat


When God told me He wanted to take me to the promised land I was really excited--it shouldn't be any surprise that He now wants me to build the boat to get there. Actually, for some time already, He has been showing me how to build that boat.

Okay it's not a literal boat, but I like the metaphor because what I am talking about is the money that will keep the whole scene afloat. Since I am a single mom again and God's inspiration to me about homeschooling Phoebe still feels like it is relevant (at least for one more year) someone has to float the boat, because I can't work as much if I am homeschooling her. And as some of you know I released my self from the bondage that was created by child support from my ex more than a year ago. The blessings of that leap of faith have been total freedom.Now I have full custody of her and I am able to move where I will, or more importantly, where God wills. But even after re-birth, there are still contractions.

Who will provide for me? Is a question I hear a lot of women ask themselves when life changes come. Ideally, God would prefer that every woman had a man to provide for her--if not a husband, then a father. (I'm not making any sort of statement about women working or not. I'm totally a fan of pursuing your destiny/dreams/passions, but I also think that God would prefer that women and especially mothers, didn't have to be responsible for providing. I love my work. But I don't like having to work and having the weight of financially supporting and nurturing on my shoulders.) But that is not the way life is for many women. Sometimes women have to work. Sometimes there is lack. Right? Or is there?

Lately I have been realizing that I do have a rich dad--he owns the whole world. And when your dad is rich, you don't really have to worry. He can support me, but only if I let him. It's when I don't let him, or freak out because letting Him looks different than my ideas of how it should look that I contract (I really wanted that cute house with the gardens and the clawfoot bath tub!) 

Luckily I meditate, and I know how to hypnotize myself so the contractions are more like pressure waves (just a plug for Hypnobabies). It is meditation that has taught me to see what prosperity really means to God. I have been thinking a great deal lately about the many different prosperity meditations that Yogi Bhajan taught. They are some of the favorites of students and teachers. And indeed, sometimes they achieve amazing results very quickly. For example, there are all different kinds of prosperity (resources, helpers, etc), but there is one meditation that is specifically for cash-- and every time I used to do it, I would unexpectedly come home with at least $400 in cash--even on days I wasn't working or planning on going anywhere. Wild huh? Yet, despite these results, I didn't do the meditation regularly. So I started asking myself, why wouldn't I do something regularly that I know worked? I had to heal the source of the fear and feelings of unworthiness first. Since then I have been exploring the deeper meanings of prosperity and asking God to show me what prosperity means to Him. And he's been showing me amazing things! I have learned lots of good stuff and I think that my next class series starting in October is going to be a prosperity theme. (Register link and class description will be coming soon.)


Here is some wisdom from Yogi Bhajan about prosperity:
"Prosperity is all around us and within us. It is the ability to find, organize and use the resources we need to fulfill our highest destiny and identity."
 "A prosperous person has certain characteristics. For that person richness itself is not the basic aim. it happens anyway. A prosperous person does not gather wealth but the wealth of wealths. No matter what the circumstance, a prosperous person creates, delivers and fulfills. They act with a constant equilibrium through all pressures and all shortcomings. That person will not barter the values of their character or identity for any temporary benefit. They always  remember the presence and possibilities of the infinite within each person. To such a person, prosperity is as natural as the breath, as unlimited as the mind and as immediate as this moment."

I love this image of Yogi B. Doesn't the owner of the little eyeball in the background look like my Phoebe?

And here is some wisdom that appears in numerous scriptures about prosperity:
(This one is from Matt 6)

Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.


Just to be clear, the class won't teach you how to get rich. We'll be seeking the Kingdom of God first (which Christ taught is within our own bodies) and through the exercises and meditations you will strengthen your character, your nervous system, and your magnetic field, so that you can hold all that is in your best interest that comes to you.

If you are on my newsletter list you'll get an update when you can register. Many blessings. I welcome comments. 



Wednesday, July 10, 2013

My Spiritual Name

For many years I have practiced yoga with people who have both a given name and a spiritual name. In truth, I think all names are given and all are spiritual, which is why I resisted getting a spiritual name for a long time. In the Kundalini Yoga technology one's spiritual name is given to you by someone at 3HO foundation. It used to be Yogi Bhajan who meditated on you and gave you a spiritual name, but before he died, he taught Narinjin Kaur how to bestow these spiritual names.

The names are all in gurumukhi, like most of the mantras, and some of them sound pretty strange if you are not used to those sounds. And so I always thought, why get a weird sounding name when I have a beautiful name that is also spiritual. Felice means happy.

But a few weeks ago I suddenly felt this spiritual nudge to apply for one. And then I was reading Sacred Contracts and it mentioned the many many examples of God changing a person's name when they had reached a certain place of awareness about their path or had reached a certain level of fulfillment of thier sacred contract. I.e. Abram to Abraham, Jacob to Isreal. Saul to Paul. Sarai to Sarah.

And since I had been through a pretty major rebirth and whatnot I figured, it wouldn't hurt anything. I didn't have to tell it anyone if I didn't want to, but somehow I knew I would love it.

The name came in a few days and I have already grown into it. The idea of a spiritual name, and any name really, is that it is a seed mantra--it is a sound current that plants a seed in your subconscious, which will then grow. So the more you say it or it is said to you, the more it works in you.

The name I have been blessed to live as is: Nam Joti Kaur, the Princess/Lioness who shines with the Light of God's divine Name.

Nam means God's name. Joti is Light. Kaur is a kind of middle name that all women receive that means Princess/Lioness of God who walks with grace and strength throughout her life. Yogi Bhajan taught that every woman has the potential to attain this divine state and encourages all to manifest it.

So there you have it. You may call me either one. I will respond to both, but will probably start using Nam Joti as my blog name. 


Sat nam.


Tuesday, July 9, 2013

The Retreat

Two weekends ago I hosted a Christ-centered Kundalini Yoga Meditation

Retreat in the hills outside Cedar City at Sage Hills Healing Center. I haven't written about it yet because I have been processing everything and also waiting for pictures from others (I was too busy to take pictures.)

Several others have already written about their experience there. You can read Brook's posts and Lani's post if you interested. Or maybe you have already and that is what led you here.

I just want to write a little bit about the retreat from my perspective. I could write for weeks and not really be able to convey how magical it was, but here is a little bit for right now.

First off, it didn't occur to me until about a week before the retreat that I had never hosted a retreat before. Not only that, I had never even been to a retreat--at least, not exactly. But somehow I knew what to do and how to give the participants an experience.

On day one, before the retreat even officially began, there was some interesting weather happenings. I noticed that it was going to be 100+degrees when I checked the weather before leaving, and I was worried about the people who would be camping. I know that when groups of people get together to meditate together it will sometimes change the weather. We do it all the time in LA. So I set an intention of "tender loving cool merciful breezes" that morning. When I got there the locals were all commenting on the heat. I told them that I hoped it would change. I had set an intention. Within an hour the temperature dropped 20 degrees and cloud cover came in. A cool breeze began to blow. It was getting nice. I don't take credit, but I found it interesting. 


Then it began to blow in hard. Hurricane type of gusts. A big gust ripped a door off the hinges and turned a few things upside down outside. The people in charge of the retreat center and I were a little tweaked about the door being blown off, and I started to worry about my campers again.  
 

These are not "merciful" breezes I thought. I decided not to take credit or blame, but to go and look things over. I walked up the hill with Lani in the wind and small drops of rain to the Labrynth. The wind blew my hair around gently, but right near by I saw what was once a bench, turned upside down. I could feel the power of nature--the thought that I could be blow off the hill came into my mind and I was not afraid. I was mildly thrilled by the magnificent of the elements. After a few minutes there soaking it all in, I said a quick prayer, in which my request may be summed up in one sentence: "Peace, be still."

Within 5 minutes the wind stopped and the wind spinner at the center of the labrynth never moved again all weekend.


I am not taking credit or blame. It was just interesting.

Later that night, I was on the stage teaching and a beautiful orange sunset filled the upstairs yoga room and my heart filled to bursting with joy. Look what you have created, the sunset said. You are a teacher. And Felice, my dear, you can command the elements. I took it all in in a breath and continued teaching the beautiful radiant women in front of me.


Later that night I was telling Sheridan, my wonderful book collaborator, who also attended the retreat, that it is was crazy of me to even think I could get a group of Mormon women, many of them with young children, even to come to a retreat. But there they were, all tuning in with me. If you have never meditated in a group before, it is pretty amazing to hear/feel the group vibration.

Me tying Lani's head scarf on.
One of my favorite happenings of the weekend was when Lani asked me to help her tie on a head cover. Then Brook asked, then Sheridan and Pam. Soon there was a line. I was tying everyone's scarves into turban-like crowns and they were loving it. When I put a head wrap on Pam, her face suddenly changed and it was like I knew her for ages. I didn't know her without it, but with it, she seemed like an old friend. It is hard for me to describe why the head scarf tying made me so happy, but I will try.
Pam and Brook


I don't think too much about what people think of me. If I want to wear a turban or roller skates I just do it and it makes me happy. But I don't often realize how much energy it takes to hold that space for oneself to be different. My friend Christi described me at my wedding party as "unabashedly different." And I guess I am. I only realized what it costs me when everyone started to tie on head scarves. I couldn't describe it until recently, but it was like I felt some sort of inner pressure released. It was such a wonderful relief, to be in joyful society with others who not only believe in the restored gospel of Jesus Christ, but have also found the joy of Kundalini Yoga and Meditation. It was the first time in my life I have ever had that experience. Of course, it is wonderful to be in community online, which we do have through our Facebook Meditation Support Group, but this was IRL (in real life). And I like IRL.  

There is much more I will write about in the future, but for now I can I just say how awesome it was! Because it ended up being all women, some said they felt like they were at girl's camp for grown ups. And I think that is cool. It would be even cooler if the young women did Kundalini Yoga and Meditation at Girls Camp. Can you imagine?

There were a few people there who had never done Kundalini Yoga before and some who had never done any yoga or meditation. Somehow they just felt led to come and it was very cool to see how they enjoyed it. There was one lovely woman who, much to my happiness, sat right in the front, and every time I looked out I could see her ecstatic face smiling. She seemed to be in a constant state of ecstasy. I could tell that her soul was coming home, being reborn, and she loved it. Throughout the weekend I watched these young jedi's shed tears, laugh out loud for joy or ecstasy, make friendships and be ministered to by angels and spirits. We had lots of angelic visitors hanging around, and that was cool. I couldn't see them, but I could sense them.

The food was also amazingly unbelievable. I got a local caterer to make all organic vegetarian/vegan food for us. She was from Morocco so we ate some pretty rad authentic meals which I believe she put a lot of love and intention into. There is much more I want to write about it, but I'll have to put them in other posts.

On the last morning we had all the children come up and do Celestial Communication with us. There is nothing so heart-warming as this. I will post a video soon if it has turned out.
 
By the end of the last morning I had a terrible headache that I finally figured out was related to everyone packing up and leaving. When Lani and her family left I started weeping. What a beautiful thing we had created and now it had to end. It totally triggered all my abandonment issues. Sigh. I let the weeping happen in good old fashion Jesus-over-Lazarus style, and then Sheridan doula'ed me into a peaceful acceptance. Christ knew he could raise Lazarus from the dead. There will be more retreats.

At the end of the retreat. Right after Brook took this picture I started weeping.

I can't remember who said, "Wouldn't it be great if we were all in the same ward?" Oh the thought. But that is not how God works. He likes to spread us out so that we can forklift others, as Yogi Bhajan liked to say. And that is what I hope everyone who came will do. Touch every heart, and be the forklift. 

Sunday, July 7, 2013

I'm Moving to My Promised Land

In February, when I was literally and figuratively wandering in the wilderness, I got a message that God wanted to take me to the promised land. My promised land. The message kept coming. Where is the promised land, I wondered? I have lived in my my neighborhood in Los Angeles for 11 years and loved almost every minute of it and never considered moving. But when I got married I knew there might be somewhere else God wanted to take us. I kept praying to know where it was. I told God I'd go anywhere He wanted me to--yes, even Utah. (Utah has not historically been my favorite place, but I knew if He wanted me there, it would be okay.)

The answer didn't come for a long time, and then we ended up in Utah temporarily when the rug got pulled out from under us, so to speak. While there, I wasn't thinking too much about anything but how to help Rocky. Then I got this message about the promised land.


I was surprised and delighted to find out this "promised land" was a place I had actually dreamed of one day living. It is a small town about 90 minutes north of Los Angeles. It is called Ojai, which means nesting place, and it is known as a spiritual energy vortex. There is something magical about the land and the air and the people attracted there. Even though it is a small town it can support several health food stores and there are organic farms there and tons of orange groves. Perhaps the good vibes are why someone built the famous spa there and why many people visit every year. I was actually born in this magical place, but never went back to visit till adulthood.

When I called friends of friends of friends in the ward there, they told me that they had been praying for some time for young families to move in. That was a nice confirmation that this revelation was not my imagination and was not just going to serve my happiness but others as well.

We have been to visit several times and every time I drive over the hill into the Ojai valley it feels like home. We already have made a few good friends there, too. I am now just looking for a cute house to rent with the right tree for a swing and a treehouse (phoebe's requests) and a hammock (my request) and the right kind of light and air conditioning and a modern kitchen and bath. (Okay there are few dozen more things I have on my list--I like to be specific when I try to manifest things).

Thought you might enjoy seeing some of the kind of graffiti that Ojai has. (yarn)
This tree has also technically been vandalized by a local Ojai vandal. 

Taking a nap under the sweater tree.


People keep asking me if I will open a center there, and I have to admit I have thought about it. But right now, my daughter needs my time, and I would like to get into a quiet routine and spend a good amount of time in a hammock with a book. But don't worry, I will definitely be hosting my next retreat there.

The reason I am posting about this is because I am hoping that by putting out there to the universe what I am looking for, I will manifest the perfect place to live in Ojai and maybe meet a few more contacts/friends. Even though it only has a population of 8,000 people, it seems everyone knows someone there. So if you do, let me know! I can't wait to see where this adventure leads us.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Jesus in India




For years I have always believed that Jesus was very involved in Kundalini Yoga, either in its creation 5,000 years ago or in his lifetime or both. So I was not skeptical at all the first time I heard that Jesus’s lost years were spent in India. By lost years, I mean the years that are missing from the gospels: age 13-29. I’m not sure why the “loss” of these years was accepted for so long by so many people. It has always been hard for me to believe that someone like Jesus would sit quietly building houses for 16 years, or go to Egypt and leave no trace.

Since Joseph Smith restored the Gospel of Jesus Christ and opened the heavens to this dispensation in 1820, many other things that were “lost” have been restored. For example, many ancient scriptures have been re-discovered. If you are LDS you are probably familiar with the papyrus scroll that surfaced in the early 1800’s and eventually came into Joseph Smith’s hands. That scroll was translated and is now included in our cannon as the Book ofAbraham. You may have also heard of the Dead Sea Scrolls, discovered between 1946-1956 If you haven’t, just wiki it.  There has also been tons of archeological and anthropological evidence that has surfaced that supports the Book of Mormon or tells us more about Biblical times.

Among these many cool re-discoveries are ancient records from Tibet that cover Jesus’s doings in India from age 13-29. These records were first heard of in the west in the late 1800’s when a Russian explorer Nicholas Notovitch brought back a translation of the Tibetan scrolls and published them under the title, The Unknown Life of Jesus Christ

The lore about Jesus in India was never a new idea to the folks in India. Along the route he traveled and in the places he live, there is plenty of oral tradition, folklore and myth surrounding his life. There is even a pool where he supposedly washed his feet that is still named after him. He was known there as Master Issa.

I am not saying that these records are gospel truth or should be included in the cannon or anything, (you’ll have to read them for yourself) but I am saying it is interesting reading and more facts to consider. I have read all 3 translations of the scrolls that have surfaced, as well as all the history and controversy about their discovery. It’s a wild story, but also typical of many stories where East meets West: Notovitch’s book was a sensation, but not well received by critics. They said it was phoney, etc. Then more evidence showed up. Now many people accept it as a given that Jesus was in India.

If you want to read it for yourself, the best compilation of the history and the published versions of the parchments can be found in a book by Elizabeth Claire Prophet titled, The Lost Years of Jesus Christ. You can get it at the library. However, if this is all new to you, then I know you are dying for a quick synopsis of what Jesus was doing all those years.



It is not a long work—244 verses arranged in 14 chapters. It beings with stuff you’d be familiar with from the Old testament and the history of the Isrealites, then the birth of a divine child to poor and pious parents. God speaks by the mouth of this youth and people from all over come to hear him. Then around Issa’s 13th year, Issa’s parents start to look for a wife for him. (That was the traditional age.) But Issa had his own plans and according to the manuscript, he secreted away with a caravan of merchants and traveled east in order to perfect himself in the “Divine Word” and to study the laws of the great Buddhas.

They say that Issa was 14 when he crossed the Sind. His fame spread quickly, as it had in Palestine. The Jain’s asked him to stay with him, but he went to Juggernaut where he was taught by the Brahmin priests who taught him to understand the Vedas and to teach, heal and perform exorcisms.

He spent six years in Juggernaut, and other holy cities. He got involved in a conflict with the Brahmins and the Kshatriyas (the priestly and warrior castes) because he was teaching the holy scriptures to the lower castes. Apparently, they were not allowed to hear the scriptures except on special holidays and some castes were not allowed to hear them at all.

If you know Jesus, then you will not be surprised by his response. “God the Father makes no difference between his children; all to him are equally dear.” (Unknown Life of Jesus Christ, Chapter 5:11

He ignored their injunction, and they plotted to kill him. Warned by the people, he left by night and went to the foothills of the Himalayas in southern Nepal. After 6 years of study, Issa "had become a perfect expositor of the sacred writings.” He then journeyed west, preaching against idolatry along the way. He finally returned to Palastine at age 29.

The text doesn’t end there. It also includes a brief version of Christ’s ministry in Palestine and his crucifixion. This part of the story was allegedly written down three to four years later based on accounts that came to India from merchants who had witnessed the events. This part of the document differs from the version in the gospels quite a bit, (Pilate was behind the whole plot to crucify him and not the Jews and there is outright denial of the resurrection) but is still interesting as it shows the perspective of outside viewers at the time. 

Obviously, you’ll have to read it yourself to see if you can feel any truth, but there’s the synopsis.

Why is this important? And how does it relate to life now? 

Well it seems to be an important piece of the puzzle if you are to possibly consider that Christ understood the ancient yogic mediation technology and taught it to his apostles. This is what I will be delving into in the next few weeks in a series of blog posts about Christ's Yoga. Many people have written about how the Gospels are layered with yogic teachings. Paramahansa Yogananda, founder of the Self-Realization Fellowship, wrote a book called The Yoga of Jesus, in which he attempts to show how Christ's teachings unify East and West. I have read his book (and others)--but I have to tell you, it's not always easy to understand (his characters per word count is very high). And as many LDS people know, the Bible is not always translated correctly. So I have also been looking in the LDS cannon--specifically the Book of Mormon (which is another testament of Jesus Christ and which we acknowledge as the most correct of any book) and the Doctrine and Covenants for verity. What I have found is pretty awesome. Get excited. It's coming.