Jesus Christ in India and Tibet as Issa: east and west in union
A book excerpt from the Iconoclast Press online library.
I look back now and wonder if Christ had been trying to contact me for many years, beginning in my mid-twenties, until finally I awoke to the communication. I say this because, going over all the events which have transpired, and trying to put the pieces together so as to see what the entire puzzle is about, I recall having had a number of dreams, years ago, in which a young girl, whom I had known as a youth, named Melissa, kept showing up, and seeking some sort of interaction with me. I had no clue at the time why she was suddenly appearing in my dreams, and it was not until a number of years later, when much clearer contact had been made, that I finally deconstructed her name: Me Issa. Issa was what Jesus was called in Tibet. 
And though my interpretation of the Melissa dreams may seem a slight stretch, many years later, and just a year or so before writing this book, I had a dream in which Joseph Campbell came to me and said that after the crucifixion Christ had gone to Tibet. And since that time, Christ has come to me in dreams and made it apparent that I should no longer be living on the path which I was previously on, and I should instead move towards the more eastward aspect of my being- my oriental self. For it is only in the dispersion eastward, after the long, focused march in the west, that the soul dissolves its won consciousness back into the neverending One.
Which is to say, after our work is done, and we have completed our outward voyage, tacking effortfully into the wind, there comes a time when we must turn about, throw up our spinnakers, and, running with the wind behind us, set our course for the void of Self called home. And therefore, it was only after my concentrated dance along the western way, that I had next to turn eastward, so that the last aspect of God to be separated from God- the Christ- would eventually rise and be returned to the whole.
And though I look back now as one reckoning with all that has come to pass, perhaps I have not yet finished with anything at all, but only just begun.
I suppose this is a necessity for an occidental, like myself, to further the growth to wholeness of their microcosmic self, just as an oriental individual might need to seek out the western way later in life, so as to balance out their metaphysical polarity, so to speak.
In the end, anyone who can find all opposites within their being- the male and female, east and west, good and evil, above and below- that person’s self becomes the entire universe, and then there no longer is a self, only a clear and limitless banquet through and of and in which their consciousness, now the same as the cosmos, remains calm in the surfeit and silence while awakening within the dream. It is an awakening devoid of arrogation, of realization, of accomplishment, of pride, of joy, of sorrow, of nostalgia, or expectation. For it is an awakening to the night that hides within the day, and the day which lives within the night; an awakening where moon and sun consciousness merge beyond distinction into the quiescent realm where all elements are as if one; an awakening where water, air, matter and fire are distilled into a singular substance and song, where essence and form become each other, and the doingless doer is everything and none.
Which is to say that such a person ends up in a sea of absoluteness which is never the same, for it is always changing, which is the hard part to understand about absoluteness: it flows.
It is in this newfound realm where I have breathed like I have never breathed before, where I have apprehended as I have never apprehended before, and where I have belonged like I have never belonged before. It is here, in the presence of absent veils, and inside the transparency of liquid objects, that I am awakened as the stillness within and through and of all, and all is the awakened stillness in and through and of me, for stillness is the core which is no core. It is the marriage which is no joining. Because at the absolute center, in the stillness beyond time, there is neither recess nor distance, but only a singular, infinite space wherein the entire cosmos persists as a phantom penetration writhing through the impervious, immoveable space.
In that space where matter and consciousness are contiguous and the Mother and Father are one, the awakened self is that still essence forever embracing the manifold show.
Where the vertigo of infinite emptiness holds aloft the plenitude of exigent forms, the great absence suspends all presence, in and through and of itself, it is there that I dwell beyond myself with you who are no other.
And since finally there is no difference between God, the Earth, all others, and me, I lie down within myself, and flow into the never stopping movement, because I have stopped distinguishing what I am from what I am …not.
 This kind of interpretive conclusion might seem outlandish to anyone not intimate with their own subconscious, but often I have had dreams in which a person appeared simply for the use of their name. For example, a friend of my youth named Carm often appeared in my dreams when I was being told something about my karma; Paul Newman occurred occasionally when a new beginning was occurring for me- a new man was arising; and so on.
(excerpted from Roots and Wings: adventures of a spirit on earth, by Jack Haas)
Issa, by Nicholas Roerich
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