Archeologist Ron Wyatt on DNA Analysis of the blood of Jesus of Nazareth, His Descendants, His Lost Family, RH Negative Similarities

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This video reveals the archaeoastronomical origins of Targeted Individuals. The Bible says that the Elect will ascend upon Jesus’ return. Lesser known is what Jesus said about where those who will ascend came from. Jesus said that:

“ . . .No one hath gone up to the heaven, except he who out of the heaven came down” John 3:13

For the Elect to be raptured, according to Jesus that means that they came from heaven (i.e. are angelic souls incarnate).

“And Jesus answered them saying: is it not written in your law ‘I said ye are gods’?” John 10:34

Targeted Individuals are the Elect, and thus our souls are not from Earth. Only a human body that carries the metagene can support a non-human soul. This latent metagene will be activated in those that carry it when Jesus Christ makes his official comeback, thereupon transfiguring the Elect back into their original glorified forms.

“Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: But we know that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him; For we shall see Him as He is.” 1 John 3:2

Believe. There is good out there.

When a team of research scientists in Tel Aviv, Israel analyzed the dried, two-thousand-year-old “dead” blood widely believed to have belonged to none other than Jesus Christ, to their shock, they were able to analyze its chromosomes—which is only possible with living blood. Having 24 distinct chromosomes or 22 autosomes (mother’s are duplicated) in addition to 2 (XY) chromosomes, the 22 autosomes of the mother are equal to the corresponding 22 autosomes of the father (one to one) and the X chromosome of the mother (XX) plus the “Y” sex chromosome given by father being (XY).

In total, 2 of His mother’s autosomal chromosomes duplicated times 22, plus 1 (X) chromosome + 1 (Y) chromosome = 23 homologous pairs of chromosomes. Thus, His (Heavenly) Father’s (Y) male chromosome determined only Jesus’ maleness, while His physical characteristics would have been determined solely by His Mother.

Human cells normally have 46 chromosomes. These are actually 23 pairs of homologous chromosomes. In each pair of chromosomes, one of the pair is from the mother and the other member is from the father. Therefore, 23 chromosomes come from the mother and 23 from the father. In each set of 23, 22 chromosomes are autosomal and one is sex-determining. The sex-determining ones are the X chromosome and the Y chromosome. Females are XX, so they can only contribute an X chromosome to their offspring, whereas males are XY, which allows them to contribute either an X or a Y. If they contribute an X, the child is female, whereas if they contribute a Y, the child is male. The fascinating finding in this blood was that instead of 46 chromosomes, there were only 24. There were 22 autosomal chromosomes, one X chromosome and one Y chromosome. This evidences that the person to whom this blood belonged to had a mother but no human father, because the normal contribution of paternal chromosomes is missing.

The DNA of Jesus is 96% from Mary rather than 50% from Mary as would be normal. So, theoretically, the Holy Spirit had to have inseminated a virginal Mary with the “Y” chromosome of the non-human God of Abraham.

“Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.” Luke 24:39

“But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you.” Romans 8:11

The metagene that Targeted Individuals (including Christ Himself) carry became dormant after Adam’s fall, but yet was passed down through Adam’s pure line and untainted by the blood of the Fallen Angels, making us perfect in our generations. This metagene mutation is the one thing that all Targeted Individuals have in common, and it is this mutant DNA that is the reason you were targeted.

“I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.” Psalm 82:6

“Neither can they die any more: for they are equal unto the angels; and are the children of God, being the children of the resurrection.” Luke 20:36

TIs, we aren’t victims of Gang Stalking—we’re heroes of it. His return is imminent—and it’s about to happen! And He’ll be here to even the playing field. Planetary regime change is coming.

“For our citizenship is in the heavens; from whence also we look for the Saviour, our Lord Jesus Christ: Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto Himself.” Philippians 3:20-21

Or in the words of a recent commenter: “These pie-hole faced people are laced throughout time and society…they play a position from the third option…usually people are either/or…two against one, but these are the sewers of chaos…yhey view things not on one side or other but a 3rd position..therefore creating a totally different reality…they bring in energy and they distribute this energy unbeknowst to you…and your freaking out going “why is this happening” and these people know damn well why things are happeniing….and they are everywhere…think back somewhere in your life when you had a suspicion about someone but couldnt tie em down
now with this info, plug in this behaviour and you will see exactly where it came from…they play the 3rd position and you see this in their masks at parties with the 3 faces…NOW YOU KNOW!!!!!”

THE GANGA RIVER GAVE ME A HALO

On January 13, 2020, I attended a birthday celebration for the son of the babaji at the Mast Ram Ashram in Rishikesh. I was invited by the family, having become friends after I was asked to help their with their business, a prominent high-end hotel offering yoga retreats, doing some content development for their website in exchange for meals and edifying company. India is like that.

After experiencing the feast meal, a first for me here in India, sitting on the ground in rows being served from buckets by monks, and eating off of shaped leaf plates that afterward the cows would consume – no manmade products – the yoga instructor and I went down to the beach to join many others from the immediate family who were sunning, playing games, chatting, doing yoga.

That beach is called GOA BEACH by locals here, as it has a broad expanse of sand, reminiscent of tropical beaches of Goa in the south of India.

I took photos of the banks, people enjoying playing on the rocks and sand, did some headstands and held my tree pose for the longest ever, and then went off to a quiet spot to simply absorb the ambience, relax and meditate. I love people very much, but am a loner at heart. I spread my shawl on the sand about a dozen, maybe fifteen or sixteen  feet from the inner contour shoreline sandbank where there was a quiet inlet, with no rippling waves from river rafting boats, no surges, no one playing and running in and out of the water. I laid down on my back with my head facing away from the early afternoon sun,  and wriggled around like a just-groomed horse in dust to make a comfortable impression of my body shape to rest in, and with my eyes closed and hands in Mudras, began to meditate.  (I learned to make these sand body snugs in Hawaii from a native there when I went to the Big Island in 2012.) My carrybag was against my right side, the strap looped around my arm, as I always do when I am in public places, to prevent theft and loss.

I am not sure how much time had passed: two minutes, five, twenty, but I was suddenly brought to consciousness by the yelling of my yoga instructor, who said “Durga, the water! Get up! You have to move! The water has come up to your head and your computer is going to get wet!”  I looked toward the sound of his voice, opening my eyes. His arm was extending and he was pointing at the inner water’s edge just past my head.

Having been in a very powerful state of thought-free bliss and forced by his urgency to react, I raised my head and shoulders, turning toward where he was standing and gesturing at, and brought myself up, my right hand pushing against the sand. I saw that there was a straight, narrow and absolutely direct channel coming from the inner bank that ended in a circle which had stopped just inches from the depression my head had left in the sand. Vaibov, the yog, looked very alarmed, and as I continued to stand up, not taking my eyes from what I saw, I looked for a reason, some irregularity of current, something – anything – that would cause this, and was it moving even at all, this water. I asked him how much time had passed since I’d laid down, and he said he didn’t know. That he “looked over and the water had all at once come up to me.”

Standing now, I looked from the left to the right of where this absolutely straight and solitary channel had made its way to my head. There was no rushing current on the bank. No rocks or branches, no animals, no sand bar. No footsteps. No plastic bags, trash, turtles, fish… no wind.

THERE WAS NO NATURALLY OCCURRING, RATIONAL EXPLANATION FOR THE PHENOMENA.

By then others began running over to see what Vaibhov and I were looking at. It was inexplicable, and everyone there saw it. The water of the Holy Ganga River had deviated from its own course and made a perfect circle halo at the top of my head, my crown chakra. And it stopped there. As we watched, standing, that was as far as the water went, and eventually the sand resumed its shape as if a hand brushed it back into place.

 All there with me witnessed this. The son of the babaji whose birthday it was who owns the hotel said I was “blessed by Nature Herself” (their family is Sikh, and they conceptualize GOD as nature).

I only know that I felt very happy, in a quiet and still place within. I felt honored, and this event was a confirmation of something inside so profound I can only say that it is supernatural and very real. I was shown love by the angel of water, the water from heaven, the Ganges River. I am indeed blessed. No mechanical reason exists fot this happening, the deviation of water in a perfect channel to form a perfect pool at the top of my head in the sand. It wasn’t windy, there were no branches or debris or rock promontories on the channel’s water and bank edges to have caused some singular current to do what we all saw. The inlet was still, no ripples. If only someone had thought to take a photo! I did not, enraptured in a moment more profound even than when I had my son Max by a completely natural VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean).

Water is LIFE. I go to the the Mother Ganga as often as I can. I don’t make a ceremony of it: no need. After the welcome I received from this Universal Emissary of The Divine Consciousness, the very water of heaven, I feel an abiding inner gnosis (knowledge of Truth) of who I AM. There is no question. It’s like the fruit of any chosen yoga: writing, sewing, making art, gardening and horseback riding and the voice and heartbeat of the Creator: LOVE. Pure peace and boundless bliss.

I keep Ganga water close, in a jug next to my head as I sleep has a resonance stronger than any structured water one could make with intention and words. I say this with the certaintude of experience firsthand, having used cymatics to structure both my pure distilled drinking water and kombucha I make with words. Besides blessing myself with it, and sprinkling it in my living space, its very presence eliminates archonic negative energies for more powerfully than any organite, shungite or ormus. This is the waters which were divided, and I’m graced to share what happened here with you.

Jesus Christ is coming back very soon.

© Pastor Laura Rohrer Little Brooks, 2020