Elizabeth Y. DeLeon
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A Glimpse; Through the Eye's of Mary, is the story of Mary of Magdalene the prostitute, who was sold into bondage by her family at the age of twelve, into the hands of a royal King. Mary was the fairest and most beautiful maiden in the land. When the King of a foreign land set in search for a young virgin maiden, to present to his eldest son as his first concubine, his men were lead into the land of Magdalene. There they found Mary, the most beautiful young maiden the Kings soldiers had yet to see. They sent word back to the Kingdom that their search had produced fruit. In the Kings excitement, upon receiving the great news sent word to offer a large purse of money. (It had been well over a year that had passed) Word traveled near and far The King Has Found A Maiden for his son, Mary of Magdalene. When her father refused the large purse offered by the King, the King sent back word to offer ten times the amount of the original purse. The amount of money was to large for this humble, poor family to refuse. Mary who had visions of marrying for love was grief stricken at the news, that she was to enter into a life of being a concubine.
Mary reveals with us the readers the Ancient secrets of the Art of Pleasing taught only to the Royal Concubines. She shares with us a look into the goings on inside a Royal Palace. The first year at the royal court Mary spends in what the ancient people refer to as the beautifying year. The King who only had two past times, War and Feast sent out news to the other kingdoms and great merchants, of the great feast he was having in honor of his sons first concubine. On the day that the feast and the presenting of Mary, to his son, (who had yet to lay eye's on her approaches) disaster strikes. Mary who has become known through out the lands near and far, now finds herself in a life threatening situation. Mary survives this horrible ordeal how ever, she is cast out of the kingdom forever. The news of the terrible mishap of events spreads like wild fire through out the land. Mary now finds herself without a place to go. People in the streets call out to her Harlot! Prostitute! Whore! A life Mary comes to know all so well.
Years pass and Mary finds herself sprawled out on the ground in the towns square. Shouts ringing out, Kill her! Stone her! She deserves to die!
Mary has decided not to run this time, that to die is better than living the life she has been living. Little did Mary know, that not only would she die that day, but that she would be reborn again. On this miraculous day Jesus enters the life of Mary, and her life changes forever. She shares with us her story, her life. She takes us on a journey, a walk with Christ and a first hand account of the last years of Christ life. She meets Mary, the mother of Jesus and learn of his miraculous birth and the early events of Jesus youth. She shares with us lessons on Love, and the dangers of harboring thoughts of fear, envy or hate in ones mind. Ultimately she shows us the unconditional Love, that Jesus has for all his children regardless of their past. Mary ends her story of the retelling of the events that occurred on the day Jesus was arrested, tried and sentenced to death as seen through her eye's. And the miracle that happened on the third day after his death. This day became the day, we call Easter.
Born Elizabeth Yvonne Trimble in 1956 to an English Mother and a Cherokee Indian and African Father. Liz has six sisters and one brother, three who reside in the United Kingdom and three in the United States. At the early age of sixteen Liz a product of a broken marriage gave birth to one son and to date has been given the gift of one grandson.
At the age of twenty-three in the mist of one of Las Vegas Nevada's most powerful electrical rain storms Liz in the pouring rain outstretched her arms and asked Jesus into her life. From that moment on something wonderful and magnifying occurred in Liz's life.
Her walk with Jesus started with reading the Holy Bible. Liz has joined several churches but finds her walk with Christ is much more fulfilling by spending quite moments alone on a daily basis with the Holy Bible and God related books.
Liz found that by reading the word of God on a daily basis and filling ones mind and soul with the food of the spirit that a vortex opened up and has lead her on a journey that to some would seem unreal or even impossible. Blessed with the gift of the Holy Spirit Liz has been forewarned about the mishaps that have occurred in her life. She has learned to embrace the moments that have been less than pleasant by tracking them back to a thought pattern, which made itself manifest. In the mist of turmoil Liz has learned the gift of giving over her problems to the Father God, creator of all totality. And by knowing the promises of the Father even in the mist of turbulence Liz holds in her thoughts the blessings that the Father God has promised to those who take the time to read the word of God for themselves.
It was through one of these experiences that A Glimpse; Through the Eyes of Mary came about. Being that Liz had her son at a young age she was given advise by her natural Father and Step father that led the path for the rest of her life. Her father Robert Trimble told her that trouble is always at a person's door waiting for that person to invite them in. He said a child comes into the world a pure being and it was up to her to do her best to make sure that the gift of life that had been bestowed upon her be protected from unnecessary situations in life. His advise to her as an unwed teenage mother that Liz took heed to is ''that if your child is not welcome or can not enter you do not need to be there.''
Needless to say on Liz's journey in life she found that piece of advice a valuable piece of information in which to lead her life by and avoid unnecessary misfortune.
Chuck West her stepfather in watching the young Liz go back and forth from her boyfriend and father of her son to home with her mother and himself and then to her birth father gave her this advice which Liz also fashioned her life by. He sat her down and said ''Vonnie you have a baby now, you have dropped out of school and you have no direction in life. In society's eyes you are considered a failure.'' He went on to say, ''Liz if you focus on being the best mother you can be you will be a winner! To be the best mother is one of the greatest jobs that a women can hold. There is no collage that you can attend to give you a degree on motherhood. It all lies in you. Liz to be the best mom to your son is the best advise I can give. I assure you that by being the best it will be bring much happiness in your life.''
With that advice Liz not only set out to be the best mother she could be but also applied it in other areas of her life. She started making goals for her life with being the best as the central focus point. She set out to become the best sister she could be the best friend she could be the best daughter she could be the best aunt she could be. Liz found a formula that she could apply simply by giving of herself to the needs of those that were around her. All of which are very fulfilling to her in her life.
With Liz's son now grown and with a son of his own there was one-thing that Liz had not yet accomplished and that was to be the best wife she could be. She needed a husband to fulfill this goal. While sitting in her Spirit sisters house Carol Holbert (which is where most of her life was spent) Carol was lead to pray. In Carol's prayer she asked the Father God to bring someone into her little sisters life three days later came Liz's future husband.
Now one must remember that in Liz's mind it was a goal to become the best wife. In order to become a good wife one must experience good and bad situations. One must face the problems by handing them directly over to God the Father instead of trying to solve the problems oneself.
This was the time in Liz's life that she had been waiting for. Liz and her husband were very successful in the material things that they obtained but there was something missing.
It takes two to make a marriage work; Liz had stumbled across a situation that being her best simply was just not enough.
Like so many couples through out the world when both parities do not put the Father God first in their Lives the marriage is unequally yoked. In a marriage the two must truly become one in order for Gods glue to hold. While at work one night Liz heard the Holy Spirit speaking to her. He said ''know that what is about to happen has nothing to do with you. It is due to the choices your husband has made. No matter what happens know that we are with you always it will be all right.''
Liz's heart dropped to her stomach, a feeling of despair came over her. What was getting ready to happen? Upon going home that evening Liz's whole world turned upside down. What occurred is a personal problem with her husband, yet a problem that is common in many homes through out the world.
Liz in a distraught state of mind thought the thought ''if only I would die in a car accident I could go home to God.'' As soon as Liz thought this she realized that should that happen the innocent party would think that they were responsible for killing her. Immediately Liz spoke out with her mouth ''Father forgive me for thinking that. Please cancel those thoughts.'' God did cancel those thoughts however there are two forces of energy in the universe, positive and negative. Liz learned one of the greatest lessons in her life over the next two years. As you think so shall it be. Universal fact! Much of what happens to us our own thoughts bring into fruition. Or to look at it from a different angle we could say just as God the Father of all totality answers our thoughts so does the father of negativism. The negative one was real fast in answering Liz's request for within three days an elder gentleman turned right into the path of Liz's car causing her to hit the side of his car head on.
Due to the force of the impact Liz suffered a server neck injury which in turn left her unable to use her right arm and hand. God placed a wonderful Christ filled man Dr. Steven Kozmary into Liz's life who through his gift from God got Liz to where she could use her arm for several hours a day, but at the cost of severe pain.
Liz found her-self disable to work and totally dependent on her husband whose action lead Liz into the uncharted waters she now found herself drowning in. She had to stay and face the problem. For the first time in her life she could not pick herself up and just run away from the situation. What a humbling experience. She had to totally trust in the father God, deal with her husband and most important be true to herself.
Ah it gets tricky here. Now one of Liz's goals is to get into Heaven. So in order to get into Heaven there are guidelines that one must follow, In order to achieve this goal just like any other you must not let roadblocks get into your way. Now, how one treats other humanbeings is part of the prerequisite to get to Heaven. According to scripture one must forgive a person seventy times seven. With all the hurt in Liz's heart how could she not but help show it by her actions to her husband.
This is where she had to be true to herself. The realization that one cannot let the actions of another change, who you truly are. How would she get into Heaven if she became rude, unpleasant, mean, and spiteful to her husband. The truth of the matter is that knowing the truth prevented her from using the mishap with her husband as an excuse to get ugly.
Liz began to pray to the Father God day and night. She recited bible scripture such as, Jeremiah 29:11, I know the thoughts that I think towards you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.
In her moments spent talking with God she asked, ''Father how can you mend my heart, for it is crushed?'' At that very moment Liz saw in her mind a large stone being crushed into hundreds of pieces, a hand reached down from the heavens and picked up a very small piece took it into his hands polished it up. The piece of shattered stone began to shine until eventually it became total light.
God loves us so much that even in our darkest hours if we just turn to him he will show us that he will bring us out. That night Liz went to bed and woke up telling her husband of the most beautiful dream. The dream was so real and beautiful that she began to tell every one that called her that day. That night when Liz went to bed again upon awaking Liz dreamt again this time where the first dream left off. This was to good, while sharing the new dream with her friend whose name is Fran, Fran said to Liz, ''you know you have to write these dreams down.''
There was still a major problem, for to use her right arm only lead to adding to the already extremely deep pain Liz was having due to the neck injury. Within three nights Liz received three dreams. She knew she had to write them down but now she was faced with a new dilemma should she allow herself to use the pain as an excuse not to write the dreams down or does she write the dreams down despite the pain.
This book entitled: A Glimpse; Through the eyes of Mary, is the result of a years worth of dreams, all written down in the order of which you have read. Although, how Liz came about writing the book may be to some a topic of disbelief it is none the less her truth and her reality. Her husband, family and friends and for that matter her Doctor all know and can testify the above to be true.
What is between the covers of this book is truly only a glimpse into the lives of several humanbeings and the truths that applied not only back then but also applies in our lives today.
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It was nearing the late afternoon. As I watched the river with it’s golden highlights skimming across the top. This was the spot, the very spot where he would sit. Everything seems so crystal clear.
As I look out from underneath this tree everything looks so green. The blades of grass look like the colors of limes. The bushes so full of fragrant flowers, sweet to smell and beautiful to behold. The sky, oh what a beautiful sky. I feel the closest to him when I look up at the sky.
The feeling I get deep in the pit of my stomach just at the remembrance of his touch. Oh how I miss him. Oh how I love him. The feeling still burning deep in my heart. The sky is turning deep red now; the clouds are in their glory as they turn different shades of pink.
As the sun goes behind the mountains for a brief moment the sky will turn purple. My eyes transfixed to this beautiful sight.
I feel so much comfort in knowing that I Mary Magdalene am with my own eyes looking up to the very sky that I lay underneath so many times with my beloved Master. I still remember his voice as I lay on the ground with the others. It was calming and ever so soothing.
As we lay looking up to the sky filled with thousand of stars I can not describe the amazement we felt as he called out their names. He shared with us facts about his Father in Heaven and how he knew the amount of hairs on our heads.
I miss him so much. How I yearn to just feel his hand touch the cheek of my face just one more time. But here I find that I feel so close to him. As darkness falls over the land and I sit here with my eyes closed I can still remember the first time I laid my eyes on him.
It was truly a mystical moment. I have lain with hundreds of men. I have seen all shapes and forms but never had I ever seen a form such as his before. The first remembrance was the touch of his hand upon the top of my head. The energy that went through my whole being still gives me chills to this day.
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When I felt the touch of his hand upon my head I opened my eyes. I was sprawled out on the rocky ground. The first part of his body my eyes beheld was his feet. Dust lay over the tops of his sandals. They were the most beautiful feet I had ever seen.
I had an overwhelming desire to kiss the feet of this man whose face I had not yet seen. I couldn’t help myself, before I knew it my lips were pressed upon the tops of his sandals.
My lips took on a personality of their own as they brushed over his feet. I remember my hand reaching up and touching the tops of his thighs as I reached to grab hold of his robe. The feel of his thighs was so strong. I could not stop myself. I ever so slowly lifted my eyes from his feet to his ankles.
Never, had I ever, felt this way before. The loud and ridiculing voices shouting slurs at me seemed as if they were a dream. They sounded so far away, although I knew the men who were yelling were standing all around me.
My eyes were being fed a feast like never before. I could feel his hand caress my hair. As I raised my head higher, I saw the calves of a man that were strong. The flesh that surrounded the muscle, was a deep olive color. It was like looking at the work of a sculptor’s piece of art.
My hand grabbed the cloth of his robe, tight in my clenched fist. As I raised my head up I beheld the most perfect body a human could ever possess. It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion. I could see the form of his chest protrude from behind his robe.
In all the years of my life, all the men I have lain with, this moment filled me with so much gratification. I didn’t want it to end. The voices began to get louder; the higher I raised my head the louder the voices got.
I could hear them screaming ‘‘Harlot!’’ ‘‘Whore!’’ ‘‘Prostitute!’’ ‘‘Kill her!’’ ‘‘She deserves to die!’’ I remember it all so well. The Pharisees calling out for my death. But for the first time in my life, I felt so alive!
And then I saw his face. At that moment I knew I was staring into the face of God himself. I began to weep bitterly. Not out of fear of the people who wanted me dead. No. I wept, because for the first time in my short hard life, I knew that I was loved.
This beautiful, but rugged face staring down on me loved me. His eyes locked on mine as he pulled me to my feet and into the depth of his chest. His arms wrapped around me, as I had never been held before. I didn’t know who he was, but I knew I never wanted him to let me go.
He held me so tight. Softly he whispered in my ear ‘‘You are safe now.’’ ‘‘No one will harm you again!’’ His voice was so clear, so loving, so magnetizing. I saw his lips moving towards me as he kissed my forehead.
He kept his lips pressed there for a short moment, and when he removed them from my forehead, out of his mouth came the most thundering voice I had ever heard. ‘‘Go!’’ ‘‘Be gone with yourselves!’’ ‘‘Leave now!’’ ‘‘Harm her no more!’’
The look in their eyes is burned in my memory forever. I saw fear in their eyes, as he spoke out to them. The way they looked at him for defending me, as he held me close to his chest. It was pure hate in their eyes. I still did not know who this man was.
What I did know in that moment was that these so-called Holy Men feared him. And at the same time, I knew they wanted him dead. He held me in his arms, until every last one of them was in his space no more.
He put his hands on my shoulders, as he moved me back to get a better look at my face he took his hand and wiped my tears away.
Thomas began saying, ‘‘Master do you not know what you are doing?’’ ‘‘She’s Mary of Magdalene, the harlot!’’ ‘‘Thomas!’’ Joshua Ben Joseph said, ‘‘Have you learned nothing of what I’ve said?’’ ‘‘I did not come to save the pure, no I came to save the lost!’’
‘‘How can you dare to condemn her?’’ ‘‘You know not what circumstances have lead her into the life she has lead.’’ ‘‘Come all of you, follow me.’’
Joshua Ben Joseph led us to this very spot that I now sit. ‘‘Sit’’ Joshua Ben Joseph, said to us. He kept me close to him. When he sat down he said, ‘‘Mary lay here next to me, put your head in my lap, rest, you need rest.’’
He went on to say to his apostles ‘‘I have warned you that it is dangerous to judge.’’ ‘‘There is great danger when you allow yourselves to fall into that state of mind.’’ ‘‘For the measure to which you judge, is the measure to which you shall be judged.’’
