Jeez!
I knew it when I was four. Or was it earlier? I can’t fathom. I could remember lot of scenes, the scenes that did not seem here, somewhere else. People wore differently, surroundings made it feel like another world. I could not comprehend it. As I grew, when my mom sent me to kindergarten, when I could articulate it, I knew it, I had a different name. I knew I was another person, now in this smaller structure. I knew I was dead earlier and born again. When I went to church on Sundays I could understand the language that the priest recited in was so similar, so similar to my another world’s. On the way back home I told my mom, I am Yoshua. I had this name, I lived long ago and the priests story was somewhat similar to things I recall. I told my mom the priest is a liar, he lies so many things. My mom looked at me and smiled. She hugged me and kissed on forehead and took me home. Perhaps she never understood what I told. I chose to be silent.
Years passed. I almost forgot what I recalled in those early childhood days. The memories stopped haunting me. But I always knew I was Yoshua. It did not matter now. But I can never forget the rush of blood I would get as a kid, when the priest said so many things. He said I was a son of a God, I was sent by Him to rescue the world, he said I would come again and save it again. I always wanted to shout at say what I knew, at the top of my voice. I wanted to say everyone was equal, I wanted to say I was no special, I wanted to say respect yourselves, lead your own lives, please, please don’t bow in front of me. I wanted to say if you deify me you will mortalise yourself. Oh my dears, all of us are immortals, sons and daughters of that same soul, the almighty. And I would look at my mom. The single mother striving hard to take care of me, give me the best in this world. I would never do anything that would trouble her. I had troubled my mom earlier, in my earlier birth, in this birth I would remain silent.
My mom worked at some institute. As I grew up I understood it was a famous university and my mom was a leading intellectual. She had published so many books and she gave speeches on various topics. As I grew I realized that my dad was from Europe, he was a senior faculty in this university where my mom was a student earlier. When I was born my dad had expired. So very similar to my previous birth! Does it happen so with everyone?
My mom would take me out on weekends. We would go on long drives, to beaches, to so many exotic places. My mom would encourage me to speak, she would listen to me, to my feelings about life and what I understood. She would always plead, “Please don’t leave me and go.” Last year when she breathed her last she was fifty six. She addressed me, “Yoshua, you are so kind.” She knew it! All her life!! I was happy, at least I had loved to the pleasure of my mom. Was it a repayment of what I owed her, today when the world seems to be in order, though on false presumptions on my preachings.
Today when I listen to the priest’s sermon I sounds so different from what I told. As a story they have modified it. They have deified me. They had done so many editing works over the years that I barely recognize it. So many new characters feature, so many angels all around, so much so that even I am born to an angel. There are so many characters removed. They have tailored my story so that people placed it beyond the reach of their normal lives. The common man found it divine and is at an awe about it. Nice name they have given to the story, Bible. I admire these people who have kept the principle of uniting human beings, keeping them all together, making them dream of a happy future, keeping their faith in the almighty high and up. Good job you guys have done over the years. You have made an institution out of it, gave it a name of a religion, cultivated the faith so well that you people are in charge of the affairs of the world, the driving force.
It is not that you have restrained from untowardly activities. You have killed, you have supported exploitations – all in my name! People have been with you because you have denigrated individual souls, the souls that are as good as me. You have lived out of fear, without a system that can control outbursts, outbursts of divine and independent ideas. You do not understand that these outbursts of cultured ideas can strengthen you further. You can’t comprehend this because you don’t have faith in me, whils you believe that the institution that you have founded is stronger than my true preachings. I have been a silent spectator without knowing where to shake and what to change. I believe almighty sent me with a purpose. Purpose of seeing these dramatic changes. Thank you God!
The otherday two airplanes destroyed two towers of our country. I felt great pain. The pain that mankind had never improved over these two thousand years. They are the same with more destructive power. That day I saw a declaration of war by our honourable president. In the coming months I saw Afghanistan getting destroyed completely. A whole civilization was destroyed by the people who identify themselves with my preachings. I saw what an error was done over the last two thousand years, by this institution, which loved in its own existence over anything else. Church had existed, individual had ceased to exist. Individuals felt weak, weaker than those days two thousand years ago. That evening when our president announced war on Iraq, it had got my nerves. I got inebriated. Drunk upto the neck, I was sitting on this park bench. There came this beautiful girl, tall, blonde in bright revealing clothes. We got into discussion, rather I spoke and she listened. I never knew when we got into sex. We were having a nice time on this park bench! In the elevated mood I proclaimed I am Jesus Christ. She looked at me and burst into laughter, “Hey dude if you are Jesus Christ, I am Mary Magdalene.” We both laughed together. A great hearty laugh. I paid her two houndred bucks, she declined to take. I see her often on this street, sometimes wooing customers and sometimes alone. When she is alone I spend some time with here and find solace to my heart.
Years passed. I almost forgot what I recalled in those early childhood days. The memories stopped haunting me. But I always knew I was Yoshua. It did not matter now. But I can never forget the rush of blood I would get as a kid, when the priest said so many things. He said I was a son of a God, I was sent by Him to rescue the world, he said I would come again and save it again. I always wanted to shout at say what I knew, at the top of my voice. I wanted to say everyone was equal, I wanted to say I was no special, I wanted to say respect yourselves, lead your own lives, please, please don’t bow in front of me. I wanted to say if you deify me you will mortalise yourself. Oh my dears, all of us are immortals, sons and daughters of that same soul, the almighty. And I would look at my mom. The single mother striving hard to take care of me, give me the best in this world. I would never do anything that would trouble her. I had troubled my mom earlier, in my earlier birth, in this birth I would remain silent.
My mom worked at some institute. As I grew up I understood it was a famous university and my mom was a leading intellectual. She had published so many books and she gave speeches on various topics. As I grew I realized that my dad was from Europe, he was a senior faculty in this university where my mom was a student earlier. When I was born my dad had expired. So very similar to my previous birth! Does it happen so with everyone?
My mom would take me out on weekends. We would go on long drives, to beaches, to so many exotic places. My mom would encourage me to speak, she would listen to me, to my feelings about life and what I understood. She would always plead, “Please don’t leave me and go.” Last year when she breathed her last she was fifty six. She addressed me, “Yoshua, you are so kind.” She knew it! All her life!! I was happy, at least I had loved to the pleasure of my mom. Was it a repayment of what I owed her, today when the world seems to be in order, though on false presumptions on my preachings.
Today when I listen to the priest’s sermon I sounds so different from what I told. As a story they have modified it. They have deified me. They had done so many editing works over the years that I barely recognize it. So many new characters feature, so many angels all around, so much so that even I am born to an angel. There are so many characters removed. They have tailored my story so that people placed it beyond the reach of their normal lives. The common man found it divine and is at an awe about it. Nice name they have given to the story, Bible. I admire these people who have kept the principle of uniting human beings, keeping them all together, making them dream of a happy future, keeping their faith in the almighty high and up. Good job you guys have done over the years. You have made an institution out of it, gave it a name of a religion, cultivated the faith so well that you people are in charge of the affairs of the world, the driving force.
It is not that you have restrained from untowardly activities. You have killed, you have supported exploitations – all in my name! People have been with you because you have denigrated individual souls, the souls that are as good as me. You have lived out of fear, without a system that can control outbursts, outbursts of divine and independent ideas. You do not understand that these outbursts of cultured ideas can strengthen you further. You can’t comprehend this because you don’t have faith in me, whils you believe that the institution that you have founded is stronger than my true preachings. I have been a silent spectator without knowing where to shake and what to change. I believe almighty sent me with a purpose. Purpose of seeing these dramatic changes. Thank you God!
The otherday two airplanes destroyed two towers of our country. I felt great pain. The pain that mankind had never improved over these two thousand years. They are the same with more destructive power. That day I saw a declaration of war by our honourable president. In the coming months I saw Afghanistan getting destroyed completely. A whole civilization was destroyed by the people who identify themselves with my preachings. I saw what an error was done over the last two thousand years, by this institution, which loved in its own existence over anything else. Church had existed, individual had ceased to exist. Individuals felt weak, weaker than those days two thousand years ago. That evening when our president announced war on Iraq, it had got my nerves. I got inebriated. Drunk upto the neck, I was sitting on this park bench. There came this beautiful girl, tall, blonde in bright revealing clothes. We got into discussion, rather I spoke and she listened. I never knew when we got into sex. We were having a nice time on this park bench! In the elevated mood I proclaimed I am Jesus Christ. She looked at me and burst into laughter, “Hey dude if you are Jesus Christ, I am Mary Magdalene.” We both laughed together. A great hearty laugh. I paid her two houndred bucks, she declined to take. I see her often on this street, sometimes wooing customers and sometimes alone. When she is alone I spend some time with here and find solace to my heart.
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