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The Innkeeper's Daughter

Hello Everyone,

Christmas. What a marvelous time of year. If you are like me, you probably struggle every year to remember what Christmas is really about in the midst of Santa Claus, elves, reindeer, Christmas trees, presents, family get-togethers and great feasts.

One way I've found to help me remember what Christmas is about is to surround myself (and my family) with as many pictures, cards, songs and stories as I can find that talk about Mary, Joseph and that most famous of human babies, baby Jesus.

My all time favorite Christmas story comes from the readings of Edgar Cayce. The reading was given to a woman that the Cayce source said was the daughter of the Innkeeper. While I don't know how accurate Cayce's rendering of the Christmas story is, this particular reading is one of the most remarkable readings Cayce ever did. Not only is it unusually clear, but it is profoundly poignant as well. Unlike most Christmas stories that focus exclusively on the miraculous nature of Christ's birth, the Innkeeper's daughter version weds the miraculous with the mundane: it gives us a provocative look at what an average, run-of-the-mill human being might have thought, felt and experienced if they had been present at the world's most celebrated birth.

But this particular reading does more than simply make us think more deeply about how we might have responded to Christ's birth (and life) two thousand years ago. I think it accurately reflects what happens to most of us when the divine touches our lives now!

If you happen to be one of those folks who have seen His star, or met the Wise Men, or seen the Babe laying in the manager, then you will be able to appreciate (and identify with) the Innkeeper's daughter. And if, on the other hand, you are still waiting for Mary and Joseph to knock on your busy door, then Cayce's version of the Christmas story might give you a peak at what kind of experiences you can look forward to...

With Love & Best Wishes,
David Sunfellow





The Innkeeper's Daughter
From Edgar Cayce Reading #1152


Sara was in the earth when great changes and opportunities were coming to man by the fulfilling of time and the prayers of many. At the time, there was much turmoil and strife and the people were pulled between that which was being presented by the Romans, and the truths or lessons given by the people of the land...

Sara was the daughter of the Innkeeper, and she stood by and was the second of those who took the Babe into her arms. What should this mean in thy experience? Is it any wonder that you have looked long into the faces of those who were newly born, and wondered what their purpose, hardships, joys, and sorrows would be in the earth?

In that time, she not only beheld the experiences of the shepherds, but also heard the words of the sages of the East who came bringing gifts to Him whom it had been proclaimed of old should come again. And He will come again and again in the hearts, minds, and experiences of those who love His coming. But those who, when they think of Him, and know what His presence would mean, and become fearful, He passes by...

In that sojourn, Sara was just a year younger than the little mother who came to the Inn where the entity helped her parents. And she knew of the event through the meetings which were half forbidden by those in Jewish law, and questioned by the authorities for the penal law. She was filled with wonder and desire to know about the occurrence, and she felt that some great thing in the experience of the world was about to come to pass.

The entity... requested that she might aid in the preparation of the quarters for the mother-to-be and father, who were revered by all. For the leaders had arranged with the Innkeeper for the care which must be provided for them when they came to register for their contribution to the Romans. Yet, as the entity waited, expectant, there was the general rabble, and there were the discussions of those who journeyed to Jerusalem for the meetings, as well as to the centers for their tax registration...

Then, Sara helped so that all was in readiness. And the late afternoon sun shone in all its glory on the Palestine hills, as if the voice of nature were proclaiming the heralding of a new hope, a new birth to the earth, and the glorifying of man's hope in God. The spectre of His star in the evening sky brought awe and wonder to all who saw it. And Sara, being anxious, gazed with wondering awe at that unusual experience. And she wept with joy in expectancy of a glory surpassing what had been told of all the glories of her people in the days of old. There, she felt similar to the experience at present, that a new light, a new vision, and a new experience were being born in every atom of her being.

When she knew that the den, the cave, the stable had been occupied, she felt consumed with desire to rush off to see what was happening. And as soon as her work was finished about the home, she started for the stable. But as she walked into the open, the brightness of His star came nearer and nearer. And she heard, even as the shepherds, "Peace on earth, good will to men." Again, she felt awe, and the feeling of a new creation and a new experience as she, with the closer attendant of the mother, hastened. And all the rabble and all the jeers of a world were stopped.

She hastened to the quarters where the mother lay, in all awe of a new experience, and as the light as from His star filled the place, she first beheld the Babe. That was the crowning experience until the plea that she, too, might hold the glorious Child in her arms. And as this became a reality, she had the feeling, "Oh that the world might know the beauty, joy, and glory of His life in their own hearts, minds, and beings."

There she saw the shepherds gather. And on the next day, she saw the Wise Men, with their ladened camels; and she heard their praise for those who had kept the faith in preserving, keeping, and helping those who were in need and alone, yet having God with them. She heard the strange tongues spoken by the Wise Men, and knew and felt the reverence and awe which were experienced by all.

Sara sought to keep in touch with the mother and Child; and when the edict was declared, her heart was filled with fear. For her experience was something to be cherished; yet she feared the law, and the hatred which would naturally arise in the hearts of those who were persecuted. For often was her father questioned as to which way the Wise Men went, and as to the activities of these men who defied the authorities of Rome, as well as of Herod the king. For days, weeks, and months, she wondered. And the necessity for menial labor at the Inn brought her mental and material distress. Yet often in the stillness of the evening, she reviewed the events, and wondered what had become of His star, His light.

After the receding of the star, she learned of the flight into Egypt through the devious ways in which news came by word of mouth, and yet was kept secret. All of these experiences have become an innate part of her, so that when she sits alone in the twilight, she can almost again feel the music of the spheres, and the singing of the morning stars, as the earth is quieted. And there enters again that peace, which is only troubled by the cares of a workaday world.

In the years that followed, she became closer to those in Bethany and upon Mount Olive; for she took up her abode upon the edge of Olivet, on the road that led to the great city. And there, word was sought again of what had become of the participants in that marvelous event which had become a burning memory in her heart. Yet when persecutions came from the Romans, and from the Sadducees who persecuted especially the groups to which she had belonged and from which she had received so much help, doubts and fears arose within her.

From what she heard, the child had apparently become only another child among the people. And not until the days when He went again with His parents and a great company to again register did she learn the truth of what had happened. This was when it was commanded that the Passover feast should be kept by all the children of Israel, and she sought again that glorious Child who questioned the doctors. And she kept close that she might hear...

From time to time, she sought word of His progress, following His life almost like a story. And she held to the memories of that evening when she saw the light, and the Child in the mother's arms. Also, she relived many times the glorious moment when the Child had been placed in her own arms, and she had pressed her lip to the brow of the Babe.

When the ministry of Jesus began, she learned every word which could be gathered from those who heard Him often. And when His visits brought Him near, and yet her duties kept her close to home near the highways over which throngs often passed, she became fearful because of the things that were said. The rejection of His own people when He first began His ministry, brought tears of scalding shame to her for the ones who seemed to doubt when they should know.

At last came the triumphal entry from Bethany to the Temple in Jerusalem, and Sara was among the great throng which cried, "Hosanna to the Highest; the King cometh." Again, she was disappointed when that glorious man among men was not proclaimed king. And He seemed to exert so little of His power to help those who were sick, or in doubt, or fear. For the entity knew many who had been healed. And she was especially close to Bartaemus who had often rested on the road close to her home.

After the crucifixion, she was with the holy women and others who sustained the household which was beginning to feel that possibly the mother, Mary, had misjudged. Yet Sara knew from her own experience; for she had not forgotten that choir before the celestial throne which sang: "Glory, glory in the highest. Peace, peace on earth to all men of good will."

She held to those experiences, and they are innate in the present. She was among the first to suffer martyrdom because of the roughness of the Romans as they attempted to disperse the crowds. As a result of her injuries, broken in body, she suffered in the flesh. But then, as now, she looked ever to Him who is life, light, and immortality to those who put their trust wholly in Him. For those who have tasted, felt and known within themselves that He is the way, the truth, and the light--no other name is given under heaven whereby man may be made whole, or whereby may know his true relationship to God.

Hold fast to that, O Daughter of the Innkeeper, O the Beholder of His Glory. O the joyous, gracious feelings that fill thy soul and being with the richness of the earth poured out at His feet. You were with the lowly shepherds who came to see that glorious sight; and they, too, were not hindered from beholding the face of their Savior.

And ye, too, O Daughter, may know His face; but turn within. For there ye may meet Him, as so often ye did in those days, weeks, months, and years, as ye recounted in your self the glorious events of that day when the Babe, the Child Jesus, lay in your arms. For He is very near unto all who call on His Holy Name. He has promised, and His promises are sure to you, and in you, may you know..."

 


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