chapter 10

I was caught up in my own traveling show. I didn't need a script or to even think on the script. I had seven angels who all knew the script and every event was played out by us. We were all a little surprised to see how fast everyone within a few hundred kilometers of Jerusalem were talking about the King of the Jews coming to deliver his people. The messiah, which if one bends the holy scriptures enough, was certain to come.

Like they always do when one Empire takes over the next. Public opinion manipulation. Keep the peasants hoping their life of poverty will soon be over.

Sometimes all I wanted to do was vomit.

"You make me sick, all of you. The Priests and Lawyers and Royalty the most for you have access to real wisdom and disregard it for the worship of death. A religion for the peasants you have made your slaves. Heaven upon death. You evil lieing bastards. And you dim witted believers. Wake up. Heaven is at hand. Reach out and take it."

"Amen."

"Jesus Christ, someone is coming through the roof."

"Oh, nothing surprises me anymore. Man, you have been forgiven all your sins. Throw the yoke of your ancestors off and stand up and walk like a creature that knows it is alive and living on a planet full of other creatures. Don't give your money to the synagogue. Buy a child a book and learn to read with that child.

Why do you wait for someone to tell you how to think and what to do. Do you actually believe that the snakes of the synagogues that dress in priests clothing know the secrets of God.

There is no secret to God. Life is God. It is neither he nor she. It has made us and with out it we would not be. We must love life and embrace it."

"Blasphemy."

"Where. Your title is blasphemy. Priests of the holy word. Your words are not holy and the God of Ab, Isaac and Moses was the same god for every other creature on this planet. We are not the center of the universe and we are likely not the only life.

But we are a life that knows that we are alive. We can watch a child become aware of itself. Learn how to walk. Mimic our ways. Learn our language.

You can not teach him to believe a story written to honour the tyrants of our forefathers. It will be our end. I will tear down the temples if it takes me 2 thousand years.

Life is here and now. There is no death cult god worthy of your belief.

Read the wisdom of David in Ecclesiastes. After years of murdering and plundering in grand fashion. Collecting the wealth and wisdom from as far as his armies could march.

Nothing much compared to the devastation of Rome.

He came to the same sane conclusion that every man and woman will come to when they have eaten from the tree of knowledge and found life here on Earth.

Eat together with your friends and enjoy today. And tomorrow make it your objective to notice it is you. And the world is reacting to your actions.

And like no other creature. On the way to Freedom of choice. We are the creatures that can make grand decisions and by working together execute our plans."

"Hey, Jesus, I saw you and your 12 body guards picking corn to eat on the Sabbath."

"So what."

"So it's against the laws of Moses."

"Who the hell is Moses. Did he decide for me what I can and can't do."

"We'll get you on Blasphemy."

"I don't flogging doubt it. I'm the angry messiah that has come to rip the luxury lie from out under your snake feet. I guess you would have to call me on something wouldn't you."

"You didn't have to come back here with your Gentile philosophy claiming to be our messiah."

"Well, you can bet your hairy asses the last thing I wanted to be was messiah for the thick skulled, Moses I understand your frustration, Jews. It is like someone has put a glass cage around your head. You hear only the sounds of your own self talking. Continually regurgitating the laws of moses like an autistic child beating on his bloody penis."

They wanted to curse me. They knew Rome liked me. They knew less money was coming into the synagogues.

And worst of all. They knew their religion was a lie and understood the absurdity of my fulfilling of their religion, the religion of my thick skulled ancestors. That made me a real bastard. Which in their minds I was and in their terror theater laws. I was the antijew.

And half Jew at the same time. With half my friends and most of my family being Jews. I was two in one. With life in me. Three.

This three in one is something the Roman's picked up in their plunders.

The priests were fuming and marched back to the synagogue. We marched right back with them. Thirty years tormenting my brain wondering about your children's horror story made holy. I'll give you three back. Watch how your slaves wake up around you like sheep following a new theater. A theater to fall apart and be taken over by life in 2,000 years. While you fight like children with one candy among 6.

I told them in a rhetoric they could understand while I held up the crippled hand of Karl. We were both quite ecstatic. The crowd was charmed. They thought I charmed them. I thought they charmed me. In reality we were animals playing with ideas. Something crowds rarely got to do. They liked it as much as we did. And it drove the priests crazy having to play the role of the jackasses.

But they had asked for it. Making the laws of Moses into a religion. Proclaiming God to be ruler of the after life. Death. Death Cult.

"How dare you forbid the doing of good on the Sabbath. Sabbath bloody Sabbath. Your place next to the kings will go the way of the kings.

Stretch out your hand stranger."

All were amazed. And many knew Karl. But not the priests. They just knew we were making a show. And it was all a little too real.

"Our descendants will one day live in a world without worship. When slavery and hunger is wiped from paradise and our descendants can live in freedom from fear of one another like the rest of God's creation.

When we can make the way clear for our descendents, then they will be the gods and we will be remembered as gods.

And not bloody tyrannical death cult slaves."

The protocol was clear. Everyone understood it somewhat differently. But the priests knew they were being played and knew they would have to follow protocol. It had already been written and sealed.

chapter 11

"I need a bloody break from this nonsense, Charus. I need some time with Helene. I don't want to miss seeing my kids grow up. I don't want them growing up without at least one dad. We will all go away together for a short time. Enjoy what we have as long as we have it."

"Okay. I have a piece of land on the other side of the dead sea. We'll have to take everything with us but it is very beautiful and there is drinking water from a small river."

"It sounds like paradise."

"Well, it is, Jesus."

The kids were super happy and Helene and I didn't try to make them another sibling, but we did.

"Helene, I know this whole thing is mad. But I have to see it through. It is the most logical conclusion to my years of obsessive study. It is a thesis that I must write to free myself from the paranoia of the God of our fathers.

I want so much that the children of our children's children remember that their father wanted to be a little better than his ancestors at living life so that his descendents may one day understand how to do it."

"I believe you, Jesus. And one day our children's children will rise up against the religious leaders who use your name, and he or she will know you."

"Papa. Why do they hang so many Jews on crosses."

"That's a very good question, Jamie."

"Do you have an answer."

"No, you clever little boy. But I can make one up if you like and we can either believe it or not."

"Okay."

"The military rules with dictatorship."

"What's dictatorship."

"That's what kings teach us. They teach us that God chose the king to be king and the peasants to be peasants."

"Did the peasants believe them."

"No. They pretended because if they didn't pretend."

"They get hung on a cross."

"Now you understand. Which makes you one of the smartest boys alive."

"Not as smart as me though, PaPa. I know they hang thieves who steal other people's things. Or murderers."

"That's also true. There are many ways to get nailed to a cross."

"Are you going to get nailed to a cross, Papa."

"Yes. Yes I must. But not like the others. I won't die. I'll feel a little pain. But when it's over I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that I gave it my best shot. And no matter how you chose to live your life. You should give it you best shot. Life will give you a reward you hadn't even thought of."

"Come kids. It's bed time."

"I don't see any beds."

"It's mat time, now brush your teeth and go talk one another to sleep."

"Can we watch the fire from our mats."

"You can watch the whole sky. It's yours if you want it."

"I'm going to build a sand castle in it."

"That sounds like a good idea. Your dad will help you with the plans tomorrow."

"Promise."

"No promises but it's at the top of the most important things in the world to do tomorrow list."

"I'm going to have real dragons flying in and out of my castle. Carrying kings and queens from celebration to celebration."

"In my castle everyone will be kings and queens. Even the kids. And we'll stay awake as long as we want."

"You can stay awake as long as you want tonight, my princess."

"Mama, Papa said he was going to get nailed to a cross."

"I'll talk to him about it, Princess. But it's part of his work."

Helene looked at me to see if I noticed that she had understood my story to the children. She didn't want her kids to be fatherless. And I was glad of it. And had getting down off the cross and a life with Helene and our children written down right under the sand castle designs.

chapter 12

I finally settled down a little and made 12 of my brothers and cousins my disciples. They all loved me and they tried to believe in me. They did believe I believed I knew what I was doing and that I and others believed it had to be done.

They weren't really prepared for the reality of the theater. Even I, after so long running from it, was very Jewish. I loved my Jewish part of me as much as I did in my family. Even if we were bloody wrong, they didn't make it easy for us. Our leaders or those they chose to be our enemies. It is a tragedy to have to come from such horrific history. But all is not war and only war has found its way to paper.

The language we have is a beautiful thing. It grows in us and we grow with it. We have been great crusaders for the word. The written word.

We have chosen, however the wrong book to worship. We should rather hold our language in reverence and feed it with truths. No more harnessing our road to the kingdom of God by nailing down our words. Many words. Words from different lands and generations. Don't even pretend to be the priests of the answer.

It is too soon to form a question.

Become as us. Children before the library of life.

"You almost ready, Jesus. There are 4,000 women out here waiting for you."

"With their kids."

"Every man woman and child from 20 kilometers."

"This is out of control, Peter."

"That's how you want it, man. Just get out here and let them have it."

I told them stories. They were beautiful people but it was foolish to think I could talk to them like I would to people who had seen and learned.

And as much as I was a Jew, it was not my roll to make them believe in language, they still didn't believe in life. Even though they were standing in it.

The casting out evil spirit trick was a big hit and we used if often. It was such a fine line that it wasn't all our stage management.

I could see people changing their minds when they saw me. They could see me. They knew I could see them. Though it seemed so obvious. It also seemed like it was something very new.

Something was coming through. Through us. It was nothing more than us. But in another way, it was all of us. And we were making a thing work that had never before worked in the kingdom of man.

"We've landed in heaven and don't know how we got here and why we have to die again.

I say we die so that our children can see heaven clearer. As their children will see it clearer."

"What's with the story Jesus."

"He talks only, professor Jesus Christ the servant of Beelzebub."

"Jesus, what do you have to say to that."

"You people bore me. Beelzebub. Beelzebub on my ass. Riding into Jerusalem to tear down the temple and scream to the people:

You are the gods. The illusion of us is fading. Let us go back to our domain and you learn to handle this domain. And good luck to you. You stiff necked lot of ancestor worshippers."

"What."

"Oh, give me a bloody break, for Christ sake."

"Isn't that Blasphemy."

"Blasphemy, my ass. I'm taking another trip."

Helene came with my mother and my sisters to drag me out of the hall I was preaching in. I hated preaching. I preferred sharing insights with kids. I had to learn to stay out of the synagogues.

"Jesus, we have some more questions."

"I'll be back. I'm going to be a father for the fourth time and I want to be with my love."

"Are you not married."

"We are married before God."

"By a priest."

"I am also a priest. A priest of life. Life cult. Get it."

"No."

"I'll be back with a story."

"Promise."

"No. Don't you people listen."


jesus chapters 13 - 15