Regarding My Brother, Justus of Tiberias

Don't you be acting so innocent, it's not like we didn't leave you lots of clues. Why do you think we argued over the royal jewels in Tiberias, during a time of great peril, and who else would have the foresight and wisdom to challenge my view of things? The only quibble I have with my brother is that I rarely saw him in the decade before his book came out, and most of the places where he contradicts my work are really in the eye of the beholder. While it's true that mom and I went more fully over to the Roman side than he did, the fanatics who killed our father were also destroying Jerusalem and the nation. Besides, our mediation, and negotiation of several key peace treaties, saved tens of thousands of lives and much livestock, acreage and orchards. Where the Romans found greatest resistance, they laid land to waste...

In the beginning my brother and I were as close as could be, far closer to each other than to Tim. Justus looked up to me, and I always found him to be brilliant and funny, and a joy to be around. I remember the first time I took him to Briton, that summer was great fun and fishing was splendid. Between family trips and individual excursions with dad, mom, myself, brother Tim and uncles Paul and James, Justus had seen much of the Empire before turning fifteen.

The fact that he shared my father's burden of being the designated Messiach was not something to be taken lightly, and I knew in the grander scheme of things that as the Joseph, I would be his tutor. Some may now believe that the pupil can give the master a lesson, and from a Judaic perspective my brother has been a pure beacon, respected by the Way, the Essenes, the Mandeans, the Saabans and most loved indeed by the Armenians and the Greeks, who also loved our dad so dearly. I am honoured that Justus worked hard to maintain a permanent Hebrew scripture school in Tiberias, in the first house he bought there, and the second has become a meeting place for The Way.

There was a time when people claimed that my father Aristobulus and my mother salome would never attain power, but he became the true King of the Jews, as Agrippa was always a Roman puppet, and he and my mom were honoured for their peacemaking in many, many lands, Justus and I are fortunate to carry forth these traditions, and re govern Rome and Armenia with pureness of heart and gldness of soul.

Growing Up with Jeshua and Salome; My Parents from Heaven

I know it is the fashion to be modest in one's writing, and I have attempted to do so with all my historical tomes, but at this late stage of my time on earth I will attempt to be as honest as is possible. My father Jeshua Mathias and my mom Salome Mariam were as well regarded as any royal couple in all of Middle Earth, and even in Gaul and Briton Our family is revered, beyond even what is known in Rome and Athens.

My dad learned Greek and Egyptian medicine and studied Eastern mysticism, and He knew the healing remedies from many lands, from Ethiopia to Egypt to Kushan and India, from Gaul and Germany to Spain and Rome, from the Brook of Kanah to the banks of the Ganjah River. He was more than a teacher; he was like a spirit doctor, a truly magical rejuvenator of life, and his incredible restorative powers work unto this day, as I try with the power of all my ancestors to muster up some of his massive generosity of spirit as I write out the scroll you are reading in your hands.

When my parents married they each thanked Our foreparents and Jah Above, and my father stated they both felt blessed beyond belief, and that "God is ever gracious", and that he and my mom "know and feel that they are meant to represent unity for millennia; Our love is just that strong." It was said and written that people were crying with joy, and the hills and the valleys lit up with much fanfare and celebration.

When I went through some difficult days as a young man, I remembered my father in Galilee and Chalcis. At the time my dad Ari had been feeling a lot of anger, at being away from his mom (my Grandma Mariamne who went to Rome after the divorce), and at the way people were treating one another. He was often displeased with his own father’s (my Grampa Herod of Challcis) unresponsiveness, a perceived reluctance to intervene in situations where the younger, bolder Ari Jesh thought my granddad could make a difference. His schooling and early business dealings in Alexandria and Athens had mellowed and matured him, and it was during those years that he had his last major problems with authority; this was long past his sometimes exaggerated battles with Pilate as a teen. Most of the accusers from his youth would later bow down before him, and he held no grudge or grievance against those who knew not the errors of their ways.

Among the Greeks my father is considered a magoi, a mejooseean, what the Persians term a moghan, and the Brits call a magician, but a dearly beloved magoi he is to them. Some in Athens even refer to him as Jah Zeus Chrystos, the Great God Anointed, even Alexander returned; Horus of Egypt, Hercules of Greece!

My mother wrote much of her work under the name of Johann, the title givem to Phillip II, her first husband and the natural father of my older brother Timothy Herod. She is considered a paragon of the faithful, Mariam of the Tower, the Scarlet thread by which my life has been a spiritual well of fortune, and her and my dad had many inspiring years together.


I believe I have chosen my parents well...