chapter 28

Earthquakes and an angel of the Lord. The earthquakes were likely a writer’s liberty. The angel was likely a friend of Jesus with a white shirt on. Definitely not an alien zapping down like lightening out of the sky. Like the lie the church has made angels into. Some with wings. Like a flying horse or Elephant.

Angels are the, what Nietzsche and others called, over men. The next evolutionary stage of us. The us that already is us if we chose to know it. It is not easy for an entertained and beaten population to see.

The story tells us Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to the tomb of Jesus. The other Mary, may have been the woman of John the Baptist. This is made a little clearer in other gospels. It might have been the mother of Jesus. Not so important. What was important was that Jesus was not there. Just like he had told them he wouldn’t be there.

“He told his disciples he was going to Galilee. Did you think he was joking. Oh ye of whom have such trouble listening. Run along and give praises.”

So they did. It was the plan. Make it look like some kind of magic.

On the way, Jesus jumped out and said.

“Kiss me.”

Mary Magdalene did kiss him.

“Promise me we’ll go away and you’ll stay out of politics and religion.”

“Oh. Mary. You know it was me who repeated one is not to swear.”

“We could go to Turkey, Italy or Amsterdam.”

Jesus sent his mother to tell the disciples to get to Galilee for a party and a big fish bake. On the way, Jesus and Mary went to a lonely beach and held hands. Made love under a clear blue sky.

The soldiers went and told the priests what had happened. The priests told the soldiers to say the disciples stole the body while they slept on the job. They paid them good money to propagate the lie.

The soldiers were there at the request of the priests. And Pilate was well aware that Jesus never made it to the tomb. So the danger of the soldiers loosing their job was not big.

Vs. 18: And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. EQ.

Which could be translated as.

“Fuck me, it’s good to be alive.”


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