Diana Page Jordan | Book Reviews and Inspiration

Time for Truth: A New Beginning

By Nick Bunick

Published September 1, 2010 (Paperback) Hay House

It is Time for Truth.  This sense – mandate, almost – seems to be flying from all directions.  And, Nick Bunick’s book may be a harbinger.

You may remember Nick Bunick from his best-selling book The Messengers.  In it, he revealed that he was Paul, Jeshua’s friend.  I interviewed Nick about that book.  I remember reading The Messengers, and as I closed the book, which was stuffed with references of the number 444, indicating angelic presence, I looked up and saw the clock – precisely 4:44.  I ended up being interviewed by USA Today about Nick.   I’ll have a chance tomorrow to interview Nick about Time for Truth.  

Nick lays out his case carefully, with references and cross-references all through it, so by the time you reach his cataclysmic chapters that would totally rewrite the Bible, you will likely be completely with him.   I cried cleansing tears more than a few times, those tears of recognition and remembrance.

If you’ve been reading my blogs, you know that I grew up in a sadistic household, where I was raped from the age of four and-a-half by my violent and unpredictable stepfather, and neglected by my suicidal, alcoholic, schizophrenic mother.  The way I coped, the way I survived, and ultimately thrived – was to treasure my books, to dedicate my life to being as close to the Truth as possible, and by seeing and being with angels.  I could also remember my past lives, and in the ensuing years, dropped easily into an altered state to re-experience other past lives.

Reincarnation is one of the principles taught by Jeshua – Jesus – that was expunged by the religious and political leaders to imprison the people, who would have to go through the Church to be saved from going to hell.  Nick writes that there was no Hell, that God is loving and never punishing, and that Jews and women were damaged by the Church’s distortions of Jeshua’s teachings.

My jaw dropped when I read that priests have been impregnating nuns for centuries.  When I was in my early twenties, I was hypnotized by Ron Scolastico, and found myself as a nun in a church with a man sitting before me on the throne.  He was a man of power, and he was very angry with me.   Clasping my right hand was my five-year-old daughter, who became, in this lifetime, my mother.  And, under my left hand, my very pregnant belly.  The man of power had me beheaded right in front of my daughter, because I had defiled my position by becoming pregnant.  My little girl was left extremely angry at me for being left alone.  Karma for this lifetime, as she, as my mother, abandoned me.  As I emerged from the lifetime way back then, I remember being puzzled as to why I was a pregnant nun, when there didn’t seem to be a man around.  Now, I get it.

When I was around thirteen, a group of well-meaning girls tried to convert me to Christianity, fearful for me that I would end up in hell.  Like I wasn’t already.  I would go along with them, and get so upset with their interpretations of what Jesus was saying.  My heart would cry out, no, he would never have wanted to be exalted like this – he just wants us to live like he does, with love in his entire being. And I had a hard time with the deal of Mary Magdalene as prostitute, too.

And, then, a few years ago, Julia Ingram, the same woman who regressed Nick back to Paul, regressed me back to the same time.  I was one of the many women close-in around Jeshua, hearing his message – and I was a sister of Mary.

I’ll have to mention that to Nick tomorrow.