Recently, Christopher returned to Utah for a few hours to check on his mother’s welfare. Christopher has done what we have counseled him to do for his mother, Elizabeth Diane “Di” Jorgensen.
It has been our purpose to present Christopher’s life similarly to how the life of Jesus was presented in the New Testament stories. Our intent is to offer the Christian world a comparative and similar real life, modern situation that reflects the life of Jesus as Christians believe based on the New Testament stories. For this important reason, Christopher’s name bears the analogy: Christopher, which means: Bearer of Christ.
As the story is told, Jesus’ mother did not recognize the important mission of her son, although Mary saw Jesus as someone special, having raised him from his youth. Mary sought Jesus out at times, not to boast to others of what Jesus knew—his message for the world—but for what she knew Jesus could provide in material things.
In one part of the story, it was wine that Jesus’ mother asked of him, which she believed he could provide for a wedding party to which both Jesus and Mary had been invited. Jesus did not want anyone to know of his abilities (to perform a miracle) because he knew that the people would believe his message because of the miracles and not because his message of Real Truth could change the world.
Consider what Jesus said after he had performed a miracle in feeding thousands of people with seven baskets of fish and bread, along with other miracles. He told the people that the only reason why they believed him was because of the miracles he performed and not because of what he taught.
Eventually, Jesus told the people that he was the only “bread” they needed to eat to never hunger again. Jesus told the people that they must “drink my blood” and “eat my flesh,” which angered the people and caused most of his disciples to stop following him. (See John, chapter 6.)
Jesus, the Christ, told the people that he was the ONLY one on Earth who knew the Real Truth about all things, and that he was sent with a message that would save humanity.
The people rejected Jesus’ message because he was just a man. Those who had grown up around Jesus knew his family and said,
“Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, the brother of James, and Joses, and of Juda, and Simon? and are not his sisters here with us? And they were offended at him.” (Mark 6:3)
Christopher has greatly offended his family because he has followed our instructions as we have sought to present his life, even his physical look, to be that of which the Christian world believes about their Jesus.
Christopher is the “light of the world; he that followeth [Christopher] shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life,” (compare John 8:12) where the “light of life” is an understanding of life, of who we are and why we exist, and what we need to do to save humanity from destruction.
Our enemies say to Christopher similar things that the Christians believe were said to their Christ: “Thou bearest record of thyself; thy record is not true.” (See John 8:13.)
Christopher recently explained in the presentation of his autobiography that he knows how to answer any question about the Real Truth and fulfill the Five Ws and the H factor upon which truth is predicated and revealed. Truly, Christopher knows from whence he came, and where he is going. Our enemies do not:
“Jesus answered and said unto them, Though I bear record of myself, yet my record is true: for I know whence I came, and whither I go; but ye cannot tell whence I come, and whither I go.” (See John 8:14.)
Under our direction, Christopher reunited with his mother a few years ago. We instructed him to allow her to live in the late Ida Smith’s home to be cared for by some of Christopher’s closest supporters. Again, similar to what Jesus said of his mother before he died,
“When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.” (John 19:26-27)
Christopher’s “disciple, whom he loved,” knows who he is, as do a few others familiar with this situation.
We communicate with Christopher on a daily basis. With great anguish, we were informed of the sadness experienced by Christopher after he met for a few moments with his mother. Christopher wrote of the meeting with his mother in his most recent post associated with his autobiography. (We have included what Christopher wrote below.)
One of Christopher’s other supporters, who was also present at the meeting with his mother, posted some photos of Christopher and his mother on her Facebook® account.
Here is one of those pictures, untouched:
While some commented on the photos, none saw the miracle of this photo as we saw it.
Look in Christopher’s hand. Again, this is an untouched photo.
Christopher is offering the “light of life” to his mother.
Christopher’s mother had her True Messenger’s attention. He was there to ensure that she was being cared for as he had asked of others, but was also there as the world’s True Messenger, whom most others present acknowledged of him.
His mother could have listened and inquired more about the “light of life.” But she was only concerned about herself … as Jesus’ mother was about the wine:
“Woman, what have I to do with thee?” (John 2:4)
We have counseled Christopher to no longer visit his mother, as his visits create great sorrow to his soul.
To his mother:
In order to know you, you must first know your son. Your son has the power (the light) to save you, and the world. He would not be your son without this light, neither you his mother.
Greater is the light that your son has to offer you than the wine that he has provided for you.
To the others present during this meeting, we counsel:
“Then charged he his disciples that they should tell no man that he was Jesus the Christ.” (Matthew 16:20)
(Excerpt from Christopher’s autobiography, Chapter 18.)
While in the process of writing this chapter, I traveled back to where my mother lives to see how she was. She asked me if I had seen a note that she once placed on her counter, presumably so that I would see it. I hadn’t. She told me that the note said something to this effect:
“In order to know you, you must first know me.”
She was insinuating that I would come to know myself better if and when I came to know her better. Her wisdom is wise, but her direction is wrong when it comes to her third-born son.
In order for my mother to know herself, she must first know me. Or better, in order for my mother to know herself, she must first know what I know … but only the things that I know which can provide her with the answers to the Five Ws and the H factor. Everything else is just smoke that creates a smokescreen that people put up in order to be accepted and valued (i.e., loved) by others. (It’s the smoke I mentioned above that everyone is trying to blow up everyone else’s ass.)
My mother mentioned that she was basically lost throughout her entire life, living in what could be appreciated as a “lone and dreary world.” No one understood my mother. But being misunderstood isn’t the worst thing or the hardest thing to deal with in life.
Not knowing yourself is.
It doesn’t matter what my mother tells me about her personal experiences in life. They weren’t mine. I could have never known who I am by listening to her experiences. And she would have never started to find herself, being presently in her late 70’s, by listening to my personal experiences. She mentioned that she likes reading my autobiography as I write it, but isn’t necessarily interested in the religious parts. In other words, it seemed to me, upon speaking with her, that she was more interested in the events of my life than in what I know. And that’s typically what a mother would like to know about her son.
However … and this is a HUGE HOWEVER …
My mother would have never started to get to know herself during the last years of her life if her son (Grandpa) didn’t share with her what he knows. And what I know has nothing to do with any of the events in my life, except for one: my transfiguration.
Without my transfiguration, my mother would still be lost in a lone and dreary world. She could have never come to know herself as she is starting to get to know who she is and why she exists.
Mother doesn’t like the religious aspects and parts of my writings because religion never helped her to feel any better about herself. In fact, religion made her feel worse about herself.
For her entire life, she existed knowing that she was living completely contrary to the teachings and religion of her dear mother (my favorite grandmother, Abigail “Abbie” Lee Jorgensen). My mother was also raised Mormon.