chapter 10

So now we got our dozen and Jesus gave them all the authority to heal and cast out unclean spirits.

Okay, we'll do the names once so we got them written: Peter Von Simon and brother Andy. James and his brother John. Philip and Bartholomew. Tom and Matt. Another James, Thaddaeus. Simon the Canaanite, what Moses wanted all dead. And Judas who Jesus would ask to betray him.

For the big event.

"Go to the lost sheep of Israel. Take no shoes, no metal money. Get yourself invited in somewhere. If no one in any given town takes you in, shake the dust off your feet to show your feeling."

As in, you are hopeless and won't have a chance when judgment is passed out. Sodom and Gomorrah have a better chance.

You will be, you disciples, like sheep visiting a pack of wolves. Be as cautious as a snake and smile like a dove.

There are those who will arrest you. And whip you in the dungeons of the synagogues. You will stand before kings and queens.

Don't worry about what you'll say. The words will come.

Brothers will turn in their brothers to be tortured and killed. A father his daughter. A child will rise against their parents.

This sounds like the Catholic Inquisition. Or any other Paranoia terror from the controlling pillage and plunder force. Amassing capital at every cost. Vatican.

They'll hate you. Run away. I'll be there soon.

Then he goes on like Moses a bit more and Beelzebul is mentioned. A god with a bad name. Lord of the Flies.

Anycow.

The secrets will be made known. Take my message and make it heard.

And the only point we shouldn't miss, the main thread is:

This now, what is, is it. Call it heaven or make it hell. We have the potential to be the gods and must learn to love the angel in us.

If you publicly admit to being on my team. That is good. No, then not.

Like Moses, or the writers of other stories to be sold to the slave class as god's word, this text tends to go from one extreme to the other. Continually. Push at one side then the other. Trying to make a little room out of our two dimensional perception of the universe around us.

For this, ancient writings have their value. And ancient is so recent. And we are so much still simple and still wild, primates.

So don't be surprised when the character of Jesus goes from pleasant healer to the man with the sword. All hell will break lose.

Now we get down to vs. 39 and this might be thread material.

He that loses his life for my sake shall gain it. Instead of 'my' being Jesus, think of it as the you in you that knows instinctively, if you take time to notice, what you best do with your life.

When it is ironed flat, it can mean. Know what it is you want to do. The you in you and not the image sold to you by whatever media is telling you what you want.

Be god's messenger. Type thing. Where you are the main line to god.

It ain't really real but sort of. Like everything wasn't at one time. Even if only for an instant.

chapter 11

So they all went out teaching and preaching and two of the disciples of John the Baptist came to Jesus and asked him if he's the one.

Jesus told a round about story that translates to:

"Yup,"

And as they were leaving he used a bunch more words.

Which could translate to: Someone gotta throw a wrench into the war machine made holy law by Moses and many murders.

"You're a good man, Jesus."

He told them John was a prophet. The rebirth of Elijah. If you wanna believe it. I believe it is unlikely. But what isn't.

Anyfrog. He, Jesus, gets a line in past the censors.

"Heaven has been attacked. Violent attacks. And stolen by the War Lords."

That's vs. 7 if you don't believe it.

And that, my dear readers, ain't part of a thread at all. It's a hanging bridge made of rope. Hand made by Aztecs to cross a deep ravine.

You can walk your horse on it.

"Heaven has been stolen by the War Lords."

And then we wonder about weather or not how come Jesus is never fasting and always eating and drinking.

"Well, I wanna."

Anyhoward, the rage thing about towns that rejected the new word.

"You will be thrown down to hell."

And it might be a little true. Holding onto old laws and worshipping without question. Man, that can only end bad.

We gotta wake up to the fact that evolution tries whatever it can. It will wipe us completely out of the future histories if we don't co-operate with it.

Life is a real thing. We have the best possible part of it.

We must stop and rethink capital. Air, water, land.

Jesus is thankful for his wisdom. And how he could sell it to babes 'cause it was so simple and clear.

We are here.

Come and believe something new. Something you can carry with little effort.

"Save heaven from The War Lords."

chapter 12

So now Jesus and the boys were walking through the corn field on the Sabbath. Eat of it.

And some Jewish priests saw them and called out.

"Hey. That ain't legal."

"What. David, our great killer of tens of thousands, ate food set out as taxes for the priests and told the priest to chill because his men were bloody and hungry. On the Sabbath. Every Priest breaks the law in the temple on the Sabbath. In fact, they suck a great deal.

It's our planet and we will do as we see fit. Obeying only the laws of life and our part in it.

"What."

"No more sacrificing animals. We must chose a path other than the main road to the cliff of extinction."

So Jesus goes in a temple and tells a guy with a crippled hand to stretch it out.

My therapist told me the same but not on the Sabbath.

The Jewish Priest could see how dangerous Jesus was becoming and wanted him dead. Not to blow the climax, but a very public cross hanging would be the last thing I would want if I was protecting the old brittle laws of Molasses. I'd have had him poisoned. Not the me that's me. The me that's me might have auditioned for the Jesus roll. In the great theater. I'd find a way not to die on that bloody cross.

Anyhow, the Jesus in the story exits stage left and goes somewhere else with his hoard.

Isaiah had written it in the script.

You are the servant I chose.
I love you and approve.
You ain't ever going to quit.
Till everyone can groove.

So Jesus heals a dumb blind guy and everyone is impressed.

"Could this really be the son of David, the murder of children and grandchildren."

"That's him all right."

The Priest said he was given powers from Beelzebul or bub. I like bub better. More friendly. And a fly wanna hava god too. He was also, for sure some other kind of god for someone else. Hell, lotsa people still worship the God of Ab, Isaac, Jacob and Moses. Even though he's just a real evil lie.

Any country divided against itself will be destroyed.

"And if Beelzebub gives you, I mean me, the power, where do you get yours. Anyway."

Jesus tells them the kingdom of God is already here.

"I got the power. We got the power. Your days of rule are over."

Anyone against me ain't with me and if they are against the Holy Spirit, that 14 billion years of becoming, well. Give it up.

You lose.

You snakes who preach bloody death cult laws. Your evil words will return to haunt you into eternity. Or the life of a universe anyway.

"Then show us some more miracles."

"No. But I'll show you the three days dead trick."

That was the Jonah in a fish where he was simi dead story. Jesus planned also to be only simi dead. Also Jonah didn't plan. And it was a story looking awfully near on fantasy.

Unless they had submarines back then.

Not.

Word.

Then a bibble about if your head, they mean that with house, gets empty of one devil, he might just show up real soon with seven friends.

Now this is sort of true. That's the nice thing about being vague. You can force sense into it from most any direction. For example. How many religions we got. And to wander just a little more.

Are any worth the murder it takes to make them real, like for example our three big ones in the Oxidant.

And Mother Mary and her other sons wanted to come visit Jesus.

"No. I got a new family for now. Tell them I'll see them at the crucifixion."


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