This story is based upon “a personal vision,” in which I view a cloaked and frightened woman,
along with two men, Secretly, they place the hidden, blanketed body of Jesus upon a cart,
and escape deep into the dark night.
I see the woman’s face as she looks over her left shoulder.
It appears to be the worried face of Mary Magdalene,
as she helps push the cart, from behind, to safety.
Mary Saves Jesus 
A Song Sung by an Angel of Mercy
3.3.05
Cloaked within the darkness of this long, eternal night, three figures approach the tomb.
A huge stone, the Rock of Ages, stands before them.
There is no time for prayers nor sanctity.
The well-oiled wheels of the cart have slipped silently through this night time scene.
Several approach, then look away, as the three carry nothing upon the empty cart,
but a few soft blankets, a water jug, oil, salt. anf a few bits of food.
One woman and two burly fishermen reach the tomb,
their hearts beating rapidly within their chests.
More oil is spilled upon the earth.
With effort, the stone is rolled away.
Mary is the first.
She is the first to enter the tomb.
Terror and intense sadness fill her heart,
as she tenderly touches the bloodstained shroud.
Suddenly she looks up,
to see the faint white figure of an angel.
It is an Angel of Mercy with extraordinarily large wings,
softly smiling down upon her.
Although the tomb is dark,
the angel emanates a golden glow,
which softly warms Mary’s skin.
She sighs in relief,
and tears roll down her cheeks.
The angel’s hands gently touch each of the wounds
upon the body of Jesus.
She has kept them from bleeding.
Two burly fishermen enter the tomb
in silence.
The angel points towards Jesus,
and then towards the opening of the tomb.
The two men lift the body of Jesus,
and gently place it upon the cart.
The angel touches Mary’s tears, smiling.
In this moment,
Mary realizes that he is still alive.
In excitement,
she quickly bows to the angel,
then runs out to the cart.
Feverishly,
she covers the body of Jesus,
wrapping him with the blankets.
With a sudden jerk,the cart begins moving.
Mary jumps down, to push.
She looks over her left shoulder.
Worry once again comes to her face,
as the four disappear into the night.
Meanwhile, the Angel of Mercy flies a bit behind them,
with a white light beam
touching the body of Jesus.
Unknown to the four,
they have been rendered invisible.
Mary and the two fishermen approach the home of Mary,
the mother of Jesus.
Only Mary, his mother, is told.
Mary gazes upon her beloved son,
for the last time.
For 21 days,
the Angel of Mercy
keeps the four in an invisible state.
Only his mother, Mary, is given a glimpse.
The remaining apostles are shown an angel-projected image
of Jesus,
telling them he has “risen.”
One disciple, running to the empty tomb,
finds one extremely long white feather,
lying upon the stone bed.
He hides the feather within his robes.
A warm glow emanates from within the feather.
Later, he tells the remaining disciples of the feather.
On each sabbath,
he places it upon the table,
next to the wine, bread and candles.
Later, when he is imprisoned,
the feather is taken from him.
The feather gradually disappears,
as did Jesus, Mary
and the two fishermen.
They begin their long journey with Jesus bundled upon the cart.
Salt is placed within his wounds.
This is extremely painful.
Yet, Jesus heals rapidly.
They are on their way to Kashmir,
where Moses
and the lost tribe of Israel have been buried.
Mary, and the two fishermen,
have saved Jesus.
copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman 2005
More Aha!Stories on Jesus
14 sequential stories dedicated to Jesus and the Christ Consciousness
Books on Jesus
Reflections on Jesus of Nazareth
by Osho
Commentaries on the Fifth Gospel of Saint Thomas
by Osho
Jesus Lived in India by Holger Kersten, T.W-. Czisch(Translator)
Documentary Evidence of Jesus' 17- Year Journey to the East
by Elizabeth Clare Prophet
The Unknown Life of Jesus Christ by Nicolas Notovitch
Jesus of India by Maury Lee
Jesus' Tomb in India: The Debate on His Death and Resurrection by Paul C. Pappas
The Jesus Conspiracy: The Turin Shroud and the Truth About the Resurrection
by Holger Kersten, et al
Jesus in Heaven on Earth by Khwaja Nazir Ahmad
Saving the Savior by Abubakr Ben Ishmael Salahuddin
The Autobiography by Richard G. Patton
Music Playing is Tupelo Honey, by Van Morrison
You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail right around the seven oceans
Drop it straight into the deep blue sea
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
You can't stop us on the road to freedom
You can't keep us 'cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor bent on chivalry
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
You can't stop us on the road to freedom
You can't stop us 'cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor intent on chivalry
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
You know she's alright
You know she's alright with me
She's alright, she's alright (she's an angel)
You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail it right around the seven oceans
Drop it smack dab in the middle of the deep blue sea
Because she's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like the honey, baby, from the bee
She's my baby, you know she's alright.....
A posting to the Van mailing list May/96 notes the existence of a "lost verse" to this song, here transcribed from a performance on the Van Morrison in Ireland concert video:
There's a rose pressed inside a bible
That she reads on the balcony
She's sweet in slumber and I've got her number
For the beginning of the century.
Van list member Art Siegel comments in Nov/97 that "I don't think the rose in the bible is a true 'lost verse', but rather one that Van added to his live performances years after the original. There is, though, a true 'lost verse' which is in the original sheet music:"
I'll tell a tale of old Manhattan
Adirondack bus to go
Standing waiting on my number
And my number's gonna show.
The Dusty Springfield cover version on The Van Morrison Songbook CD has a variant of this:
I heard a tale of old Manhattan
I've never been there but I want to go
Standing waiting on my number
And my number's gonna show.