Thirteenth child, seventh son; three siblings died and ten survived; I am the last: Born in a flood but reborn in a bakery (translation – Bethlehem) in Israel; born on John the Baptist's birthday, on the day when flying saucers were first termed as such. I was given four names with a total of twenty-six letters; the tetragrammation has four letters with a numerical value of twenty-six; also, one string theory accounts for twenty-two dimensions in dark matter and four lower ones that I see as height, width, depth, and time.
I attained a semblance of the third eye at the age of thirteen and developed small breasts at the age of fifteen. (The significance can be found in some Hindu iconography.) I re-touched the mystical Garden of Eden at age twenty-five and experienced the God-voice at age thirty-two while in Israel.
A few years ago a highly respected elderly (108-year-old) rabbi in Israel died, leaving a note to be opened some time after his passing. In his final communication he wrote the name of the messiah as Yoshua. But the focus of a man's mind can color a man's understandings; if fixated enough one may see the Virgin Mary in a taco. Yes, it's true that my conversion name is Yoshua, but there's no such thing as a messiah. Every sidereal age begins with a door opener and usher. That's the role I'm trying to fill.