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 as if we were born for the show. 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. Almost always a scam.

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 propagation of the worship of death so that you can enslave the many to create a volatile and ugly bloody luxury. You make religion for the peasants you have beaten to be your slaves. You promise heaven upon death. You are evil lying buggers. And you dim witted believers. Wake up. Heaven is at hand. Reach out and take it. Rebel against the tyrannical dictators. They have the swords but we have the numbers.”

“Amen.”

“Jesus Christ, someone is coming through the roof.”

“Oh, bloody hell, we just repaired that last sabbath.”

“That’s not in the script, Jesus.”

“Just some improvising. Keep the snakes on their toes.”

Charus poked me in the ribs to get me to focus.

“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, you well dressed frauds. Priests of the holy book of lies. Your words are not holy and the God of Abram, Isaac and Moses is war propaganda. We are not the center of the universe and we are likely not the only life. Of the universe.

“What we are is a life that knows that we are alive. Conscious beings. Animals awake. If we only open our eyes and see. Embrace our living language. Expand our mind. Get out of the gutter of belief. We are not sinners. We are animals that can be beautiful and brutal. It is for us to choose. To know and understand how our actions affect our survival chances. We have been blinded by the myopia of the blind leaders. The greedy blood sucker slugs of hell.

“Do not believe a story written to honour the tyrants of our forefathers. It has made us into various classes of slaves. We will tear down the temples if it takes us 2 thousand years.

“Life is here and now. There is no death cult god worthy of our 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. And we can and will create new worlds and explore the heavens. It is ours and we are its. We will be what we will be when we take the chance to let go of the hell we know and embrace the heaven that we don’t yet know.”

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

“So the fuck what.”

“So it’s against the laws of Moses, that’s what.”

“Who the hell is Moses. Do you believe that because it was written in a book that he was the only man that could talk to God that it is so. Do you believe for a moment that he, or the writers of the genocide horror story, had our best interests in mind when they wrote down absurd random rules to make everyone sinners. Before the book of rules there were no sinners. It is a mad theater that has been bashed into our minds through the most violent means. You book is a hoax and your God is a lie. A gross misconduct. A game not worthy of sheep and you parade around like you know the answers to the universe. You, we, know next to nothing compared to what there is to know. A thousand generations cannot know all there is to know. And if we want to survive into the distant future and if we want to protect the rest of the life that hasn’t been given the gift of understanding, we need to keep learning and teaching and recording our knowledge and teaching and learning till the end of the universe. Do not think for a minute that you can define God or nail it down to a meaning. You are mad if you think your knowledge is any more than infantile. Shame on you for leading the less fortunate into the ditch. You punishment will be all the worse.”

“We’ll get you on Blasphemy.”

“I don’t fucking doubt it, you lying thieving slugs of hell. 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. To protect you luxury built on murder, plunder and lies.”

“You didn’t have to come back here with your Gentile philosophy claiming to be our messiah. We can get along without you unholy raging.”

“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 heads. You hear only the sounds of your own speaking in strange tongues. Continually regurgitating the laws of Moses like an autistic child beating on his bloody penis and refusing to let in the rest of the world.”

They wanted to hang me up in my own home but they knew Rome was supporting me. They knew half the court of Herod was assisting our campaign. But most of all, they knew less money was coming into the synagogues. And that Rome had no intention to pay respect to their bloody religion.

And worst of all. They knew their religion was a lie and understood the absurdity of my fulfilling of their religion’s prophecies with cheep tricks. Abusing openly the retarded religion of my thick skulled ancestors. That made me a real bastard. I was the anti-jew. The messiah they did not want to come. The man they were certain would never exist.

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 to tear down your bloody theater to build a new theater. Your lie is again the very nature of nature and you will be run over by it. Your days are numbered you slugs of hell.”

The priests and lawyers chanted prayers to drown out my words. But the slaves listened. The sheep were getting tired of being sheep.

I told them in a rhetoric they could understand while I held up the crippled hand of Karl. We were both quite ecstatic. Blasphemy made me shine like the sun. The animals smiled at me and through me. The birds sang thanks to my efforts and I laughed back at them. The crowd was charmed by my outrage and I was charmed by their new hope. We were the sleepy animals starting to play with ideas. Something crowds rarely got to do under the rule of dictators.

It drove the priests crazy having to play the role of the jackasses. The evil slugs of hell. The bile that clung to our feet after rising up from the slim of life to embrace eternity.

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. Owning the wealth of the planet that was not theirs to own. Excluding the rest of life with a cheep lie propagated with violence. Police state terror.

“Who in heaven do you think you are to forbid the doing of good on the Sabbath. Sabbath bloody Sabbath. Your place next to the kings will go the way of the kings. Into extinction.

“Stretch out your hand, stranger.”

All were amazed. Even those who knew Karl. The healing was not the show, it was but a comic relief to the grand blasphemy that no one had dared speak so openly. 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.

“By tearing down the temples of lies, we can make the way clear for our descendents, then they will be the gods and we will be remembered as the first animals that dared to be true gods.”

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. Their world’s end was near. The new world was being born. And they could not stop it. They would have me nailed to the cross and it would be their inevitable end.


chapter 11

“Jesus. Let us go one more time to Eritrea before you drive yourself mad.”

“I can’t, Helene. My work is here.”

“No, Jesus. You must. You need to come down from the stage and spend some time with me and the children. There is enough time. Let the people here miss you for a while. Write a little of your story. Let the children in Eritrea fill you up again. Put the shine back in your eyes.”

I didn’t fight the idea for long. The priests were itching to kill me and there wasn’t so much more I had to achieve. The last thing anyone needed was for the next religious symbol to die before they crucified me. And there was no point in me parading around being bitter. My job was not only to expose the tyrants and the cruelty of the old system and the new system that was stamping it into the dust, it was to also show the way to a better system.

So we packed up and took the long journey south with Joanna and Frau and the children. The rest of the crew stayed and taught the good news that the end of tyranny was near, they didn’t all know near meant 2,000 years.

We traveled south to Be’er Sheva than east along the long dusty road to Idan where we hired a riverboat to take us down to Eilat where we boarded a bigger boat that took us down to Sharm-el-Sheikh. There we boarded a small ship that took us down the Red Sea to the small port of Mirtsiwa. They remembered us there. And gave us a guide that took us to the Kebessa Plateau to the city of Asmera where we stayed at the home of David. Many of the people spoke a language none of us understood but David spoke Arabic and could translate for us.

We spent our days wandering with the sheep and hiding in the shade of the trees. We camped for many days at the river and ate many fish and baked bread in a pan over the fire.

I felt like the luckiest man in the world being the only man among three women and seven children. It was how I wanted to live the rest of my life when I got down from the cross. Not that I could not enjoy a few moments with men. Talking of some important issue that had important ramifications for irrelevant men with make believe titles. Women managed to focus on local events in the present and remind me that being among them was heaven enough and children always managed to make me forget that the enemy was real. And remind me that the world was a grand event. Children I had never met before would look to get my attention. Just to smile and show that they could see me. For me to know that I was there among them. Remind me that after I died I would be reborn as a child with no care other than the immediate necessities of life.

“You are already shining.”

“It’s the children. They seem to know what I’m doing more than I do.”

“Maybe they do.”

“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 would so love to believe that one day we will overcome the rule of tyrants and religion will no longer be taught to children. That the children can show their parents what they are and where they are. There is magic, Helene. We have been robed of something much more beautiful than we can yet perceive. I can’t put a definition to it. Holy Spirit, perhaps. The untethered angel that is in us. We have yet to begin to see the potential in us and the rest of life.”

“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.”

I did absolutely no writing and no studying and very little talking the whole trip. One the journey I always had the children wanting my attention all day and I was always glad of it. Honoured to be one of them. And in the evening, the women wanted my attention. And I was glad of that too. In Eritrea we often had local children telling us stories in their local tongue.

All too soon our time was spent and we had returned to Israel.

On the road north from Be’er Sheva we camped and watched the sky. Helene and I sat by the fire a long time and said nothing. I laid my head on her lap and watch the moonless sky. The voices of the children talking themselves to sleep rattled softly behind us. Everyone else was silent, either sleeping or watching the sky. The sky that defied anyone to imagine the end of it.

“I’m not going to die on the cross, Helene.”

“It is a crazy game you play, Jesus.”

“I have thought so a long time. But it is the right time to try to influence the Empire. They are a reckless lot. We have spent many years working on the most probable way to secure an antivirus in the grand state of tyranny and we are all certain that now is the time for a new religion. Something that may very well outlast the glory of the clowns who run the theater.”

“And the religious icon shall be that of a man that despises religion and tyranny.”

“That’s the beautiful paradox of it. The paradox that will eventually fold in on itself and free the animal in us once again.”

“To free the women and children.”

“Yes, my love, to put an end to the war against the women and children. And the fish of the sea.”

It was hard for me to image being me. I was playing a role and the role was bigger than the man that really wanted nothing more than to lay under the stars with friends and family. Imagining a world where tyrant rule was found only in storybooks.

Helene and I didn’t make it to our tent. We woke up beside the dead fire with the sound of birds and insects and children.

And though I still had trouble believing it was me that had to find his way to the cross to start the long decent down from the cross, I accepted that I had been given the job and the opportunity to do something in the long war against war.


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 they believed that my think team 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 admired 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 spoken, the sung and 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 holy spirit on our road to the kingdom of the Gods by nailing down our words. Any words. Words from different lands and generations. It will always be a fatal mistake to even pretend to be the priests of the answer.

It is too soon to form a question. We haven’t learned enough how to perceive to begin to approach any conclusions.

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 around.”

“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 for most of my talk. They were beautiful people but it was foolish to think I could talk to them like I would to people who had spent years learning and reading great works from many lands.

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. Some crazed strangers allowed that we bring them down to the present. Heaven was only partly hidden behind the vale of belief in a horror God and obedience to tyrannical law.

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. And their children will see it clearer. And our children’s children will be us and we will see it clearer.”

“What’s with being born again. Do we have to do this all again. What madness do you proclaim.”

“He talks only, professor Jesus Christ the servant of Beelzebub. He serves the evil one.”

“Jesus, what do you have to say to that. Do you cast out demons under the authority of Beelzebub.”

“You people are so myopic. There is no Beelzebub. Beelzebub is a story. A character that was a god for a nation destroyed by a succeeding nation. And every nation that destroys a nation turns their gods into demons. Turns their stories of greatness into fables of wretchedness. And when we ride into Jerusalem to tear down the temple of lies and scream to the people: ‘You are the gods. The illusion of the one true God is a fading madness. Let us have heaven now.’ They will make another one true God. And good luck to you. You stiff necked lot of ancestor worshippers. Getting out of your rut of slavery of mind and body to the few mad men who have always found a way to turn every truth into a lie and every hope into a doubt. They are but wicked monkeys playing a wicked game for no other reason than the rest of the monkeys are too bloody stupid to say no. We will not believe you.”

“What.”

“Oh, for Christ sake, the priests and lawyers are the slugs of hell. Of course there is no real hell. It is a state of mind. They are the opportunist whores of the warlords. It is the warlords that play the grand game of kill and plunder for wealth. It is a brutal game for tyrants and idiot slaves who enjoy the game of raping the enemy and killing their children. They scare us into a hell on earth when we could just as easily have a heaven on earth. They promise you a heaven when you die but it is a bald face lie. They have stolen the heaven from the now. Locked it away in their castles. Blinded you from eternity. Put a big fence around the tree of knowledge and the tree of life. The enemy is no longer the tribe on the other side of the river. The enemy is behind the castle walls and in the houses of the holy.”

“Isn’t that Blasphemy.”

“Blasphemy, who defines blasphemy.”

“The priests.”

“The whores of the warlords. And they define blasphemy as anything spoken against them. For they have told us that the one true God has given them dominion over all. That the few who are chosen shall enslave all the rest of life to feed their insatiable hunger for the luxury of gold and the taste of rivers of blood.

“I tell you, you have been fools. Bumbling suckers. Frightened by a theater of lies. God, the one true God is the big fat lie. The big ugly terror against all who believe. Throw off your yoke of belief and demand that the wealth be distributed among all the lands so that all can live without fear of his brother. Or her sister.

“Tear down the pyramids and temples and castles and build a new world of paradise with gardens and forests and jungles. The city of Zion is the promise of hell for all but a very few. And if you are not already in that very few, you will not get in.”

Peter and Judas dragged me off the stage and splashed some water over my head.

“Jesus, you are on fire.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

“But enough for today. You have to have some for tomorrow.”

“Feed them some bread and fish. They must eat.”

They put me under a tree and allowed only my children and their friends to visit with me. The children told me stories and I shut my eyes and listened to the crowd singing and thanking the Lord for their food somewhere in the background. I had to laugh. The Lord they were giving thanks to was the Lord Herod, son of my father. He was not happy about being my half brother and even less happy about supporting the campaign to create a new Roman religion. And though we never met, it was one thing we were certain to agree on.

“Jesus, can we have a moment of your time.”

I looked up and saw some elders of the synagogue. I recognized them as friends of the family from my childhood.

“You may sit with us and drink. Do you know my daughter, Judith.”

“Hi Judith.”

Judith didn’t say anything. She sat on my lap and watched the elders of the synagogue. James and John came and wanted to send them away but I told them to leave us.

“You know, Jesus, that we have no choice but to charge you with blasphemy.”

“So as it has been written.”

We talked for some time. They explained what was expected of them as religious leaders and I explained what was expected of me as a voice of the beasts, the women and children and we talked of other things and eventually Judith told them the story of a man that came into the world that had fallen asleep in a waking dream and warned them that the world was about to start and if they didn’t wake up they would miss it.

When Judith got up to play with the other children we agreed upon my execution. How and when would be best.

“So shall it be done.”


jesus chapters 13 - 15