New Testament Is the Product of the Catholic Church

Date for the New Testament

The New Testament was the product of the Catholic Church in the 4th CAD and the stories in it are based on mythical avatars and parts of the Old Testament. Because Constantine established the religion at the Council of Nicaea and invented Jesus Christ as its prophet the controversy started at that point. Those who conspired with his fraudulent actions include Jerome and Eusebius, who are both credited with writing some of the book.

Emperor Constantine and the Catholic Church

Emperor Constantine could hardly be called spiritual when his murderous raids left thousands dead and his history is one of greed, bullying, manipulative behaviour and violence that could be compared to that of Hitler. In fact, the latter may have used Constantine as his role model. But he needed to create a powerful force to maintain control over a massive empire that had previously seen five emperors ruling it. One by one he saw to their demise as he worked his way up to sole rule.

Manipulative and Murderous

His rise to this position occurred over the bodies of family members including his eldest son Crispus along with two brother-in-law emperors and all their family, including his nieces and nephews. His wife, the mother of Crispus was also murdered. The religion he formulated was a vehicle for more power and controls through the parliament it maintains. It supervisors the different branches and denominations that have grown from it that are referred to a company of nations or a consortium.

Birth of Christ

In Matthew the story of the birth of Christ is identical to that of Krishna, the third person of the Vedic Trinity. This Indian Trinitarian religion was favored in Greece when Plato produced his theory of the soul and he determined how it is impregnated with stains (sins) that God can read when it rises to heaven. ‘Soul’ is from ‘sol’ which is another term for ‘sun’ and ‘sin’ is from the same source.

Comparison with Joseph

The comparison between Jesus Christ and Joseph, the son of Jacob, is extraordinary. Joseph was sold to the Egyptians for 20 pieces of silver by his brother Judah. Christ was sold by Judas for 30 pieces of silver. What the New Testament authors did not realise is that Joseph was given the inheritance of Israel while they nominated that Jesus Christ was a Jew. The controversy is that the Jews sold Israel for money so why would the so-called Saviour of Israel be a Jew?

Jews Suffered

There was much going on around the Roman Empire at the time of the formation of the Catholic Church and the New Testament. The Jews were a hated lot and they had suffered extraordinary hardship under their captors. The city of Jerusalem had been raised to the ground by Titus in 70 AD and most of the citizens were slaughtered. The temple was destroyed at that time and the stolen gold was used to build the Colosseum using Jewish slaves.

Son of God is a Jew

It as an interesting twist by Jerome and his consortium to have Jesus Christ arrive as a Jew. But it was also clever because the Emperor knew that by nominating him as such that his roots in other mythology would be less likely to be exposed. It would also be considered a generous act to recognise a Jew as the Son of God. There was also the question of illiteracy, as people did not generally read or write so it was highly unlikely that his lies would be found out. Even Constantine was illiterate, having no need to undertake the learning of letters as others did that for him. Jerome, on the other hand, was a well-educated and travelled scribe and student of Plato.

Author of Matthew

The most likely author of Matthew is Jerome who formulated the laws, order of service, calendar and even the costumes and instrument used by the priests. He was also a Roman who knew about the Vatican sitting over the temple of Jupiter (i-pita in Italian). This was nominated as the rock on which the Christian religion is founded. It is also the origin of the name Peter. The clever switch from a Jewish name Simon by the one who called him the rock of the church was part of the conspiracy.

The Mayan Rabbit Scribe

I first learned about the Mayan Rabbit Scribe back in 2000 when my husband and I traveled to Guatemala to explore the ruins at Tikal. I had been to several various sites in the past, including Chichen-Itza, Tulum and Coba because I’ve been fascinated with the Mayan culture ever since I was a child. Perhaps I even manifested these Mayan temple journeys as a teenager while coloring in the drawings of a Mayan-Incan-Aztec coloring book I bought at a second-hand store.

The amount of information that you can find about the Mayan culture online or in your local library is nothing compared with the facts and lore you hear from the tour guides onsite.

While visiting Tikal, I learned that the Mayans had kept journals of their history and culture, called “codices” most of which were destroyed by order of a Spanish padre, Father Diego de Landa, in a great bonfire in a central Yucatan town called Mani. The padre believed that the books were the work of the devil and were preventing the Mayans from becoming truly civilized. By his order, anyone caught with a codex was summarily tortured and or killed. Only four codices (some of them partial) have survived.

For generations, as the stelas and other stone carvings of the Mayans disintegrated, no one could understand what the carvings meant, and an entire culture was about to be submerged by the tides of history until a few archaeologists figured out the mysteries of the glyphs.

I met a couple of archaeologists who had come to Tikal to photograph artifacts and carvings. They had dedicated their lives to understanding the Mayan way of life. One, by the name of Eleanor “Bunny” Coates, had been coming to Mayan sites for many years. She told me about the Rabbit Scribe.

I glommed right onto that entity, as I’m a writer myself, and I know what it is like to be the family documentarian. I know how important the writer is – although unsung – in any movie or video production you will ever happen to see. Without the writer, nothing gets written down! Without the writer, the memory of an event or series of events loses detail and soon fades into obscurity

The rabbit scribe first appears as part of a scene on a painted Classic Maya vase (circa 300 to 900 AD), that may have been used to serve a chocolate beverage. Scribes conducted the important business of recording important events for royalty using a phonetically-based hieroglyphic script. These rabbit scribes appeared on murals and vases usually writing on a fan-folding book, or “codex,” that was covered with jaguar-skin. Writing was very important to the Maya and they recorded important events on everything – walls, stairs, sculptures, ceramics, plates and stone.

Fortunately, the plan of Padre Diego de Landa to completely destroy the written history of the Classic Mayan culture, has been foiled by diligent archaeologists who have, over last several decades, been able to decipher many of the Mayan glyphs. Dr. David Stuart of the University of Texas at Austin has been a prominent force in shining a light on the meaning and impact of Mayan culture, and continues to make inroads with his fascinating work.

A Fragile Gift

Your eyelids were laden with surprises as you stepped on his fluffy carpet. Various spectacular objects poised gracefully at edifying positions within his room. Your eyes wandered from one to another, until it fell on the spectacles. There it was: couching like a lovely cat at the edge of his table. That was the reason why you came. You giggled.

That was how you giggled when he first appeared in your village. He was heavily dressed in a khaki uniform that had the color of water-melon. Everything about him was big: big stature, big belt, big boots, and a big traveling bag. Except for a small transparent object, that leaned beautifully on his nose.

Mothers and children gazed at him with excitement. They called him a soldier. You also wanted to, but the crystal-clear lens that floated above his eyes made you doubt. Moreover, his look was harmless and friendly.

Your guess became true when the village scribe introduced him as a National Youth Corps member. People said he was full of wisdom, because he had come from the city, and had spent many years in the citadel of knowledge; acquiring the white-man’s knowledge. ‘He is a civilized man,’ your heart gave a leap that afternoon when the scribe made that remark.

He made your heart leap every time you met him by the village river. He had become your dear friend. He told you about big people, big places, and big events. He even spoke big vocabularies; enough to confound your thirteen-year-old primitive mind. Remember when he bantered with you, and you both laughed noisily, he sometimes nudged you below your armpit, or caressed your thighs. Your peers were jealous. They wondered what could have ignited friendship between a civilized adult and a village teenager. They did not know you were enthralled by the precious lens with a sparkling silver frame.

And when you asked him what it was, on another usual evening by the river, he removed it and said, ‘you mean my spectacles?’ The name made you chuckle. And you almost twisted your tongue while trying to pronounce it. You were extremely delighted when he placed it on your face tenderly. You shuddered with excitement, as the dusty village was molded inside a spherical glass.

But you were unaware of his queer look, when he inquired if you wanted the spectacles. You had affirmed, thoughtlessly. It was all you had ever wanted. Your mind wandered through a vista of unimaginable experiences that awaited you, when he told you to collect the rare spectacles at his home, the following evening. That night, you hardly slept.

You were still giggling when his door clank shut. He stood sentinel against the door, grinning mischievously. Confused: A sordid miasma enveloped your thoughts. You were still staring at him blankly, when he pulled you into a rough embrace. You wriggled free, but he gave you a shove and you staggered backwards, falling on his mattress. Swiftly, he came over you and gagged your mouth. You could remember he lost a little control when you wrestled and kicked him back. His arm had flailed backwards, and hit your precious spectacles. Your eyes widened as your gem toppled over his table, and broke!

You never knew the precious spectacles could be so fragile.

It was the same with you.