I did not produce this child out of any physical womb, but in a way no man could have conceived. The word is from “pneuma,” meaning a current of wind.

He descends as a weeping babe . . literally . . for you were spanked into your first cry when you were born, but this one born from above is not spanked.

On the morning of July 20, I was in San Francisco, a city named after a saint, and I was living in a hotel named after a pirate . . the Sir Francis Drake.

Night after night the whole experience unfolded to me. I would turn back to the Bible the next day and find things I had never seen before.

I found this infant in swaddling clothes. I will not fail, for it is God doing it.

But I lifted a baby from the floor, wrapped it in swaddling clothes and I held it in my arms and said, “How is my sweetheart?” and then it smiled at me and I awoke.

Blake said: “For there the Babe is born in joy that was begotten in dire woe; Just as we reap in joy the fruit which we in bitter tears did sow.”

The child was actually my son and actually Jesus Christ, and I gave birth to it. I was self-begotten by me.

when I held the babe in my hands, I looked into its face and said, “How is my sweetheart?” and it looked into my face and smiled. It descends a weeping babe, but it ascends a smiling one!

I look back at this bed and I see myself there like someone in a recovery room coming out of an anesthetic, my head moving from side to side.

So I cannot be proud that I gave birth to that son, nor can I be ashamed, but when I see as I have seen, then I know the story is truer than the priesthoods of the world tell us.

I want to share with you an experience I had on the morning of July 20 in San Francisco.

I told you of the experience that took place on July 21st in San Francisco, and that parallels the first vision in the books of Matthew and Luke.

You hear the wind, the “thermal” and it means the “spirit of the divine wind.”

And you will take the child and hold it and know it is your self-begotten son and you will know that you have given birth to Christ Jesus.

then came this fulfillment of July 21st of this year (the birth of the Babe out of my own being) and I saw the complete separation of that little one called Jesus Christ from that which is Esau.

I held him in my hand, looked into his beautiful face and called him by an endearing term, “How’s my sweetheart?” and then at that moment, the sudden vanishing of the entire scene.

each individual will be resurrected, and the day that you are, you will be the most startled being in the world, because until that moment you had no idea that you were dead

I know the symbol that out of his own brain he will bring forth the child, and a wise man will put it in his hands and he will hold it. It seems mad, but I sired it. Who is the son? God. Who is God? I held him.

When we understand our own invisibility we can give birth to the babe, a visible state, and it will smile up at us; that is, it will express exactly our ideal of the state desired.

There is a distinction between hearing of this birth of a child from one’s own skull—a birth which no scientist or historian could ever possibly explain—and actually experiencing the birth

Like Paul I did not receive it from man, nor was I taught it, but it came through the actual mystical experience of being born from above.