I want to tell you a day-dream i had. Mary was Jerusalem’s main pimp, her brothel frequented by the kingdom’s economic and political elite. She had come so far in this career because she was sterile. Not only that Mary was rich, she was happily in love with a carpenter who didn’t have the slightest problem with the fact that Mary was estimated to be the most beautiful woman in the country by all men. However, one day something strange happened: Mary got pregnant. But Joseph was happy, and they named their beloved child Jesus. Desired children who also grew up in welfare were unusual at the time. And the little Jesus grew into a confident but humble man with very strange ideas about relationships, respect, and often spoke of something that no one really understood: Unconditional love.
When Jesus turned 20 years he met a traveling businessman from the East. It was the first time Jesus met someone who understood exactly what he was talking about. The man in question said that Jesus reminded him of his closest friend: Siddhartha. And so Jesus decided to travel east and meet this Siddharta. When he came back 7 years later, Jesus was a different person. He was still as humble and quiet as he used to. But now he had decided to share his experiences on a higher and more active plan. He organized free dinners and gave long speeches about how all people are God’s children. How we all had the power to control our destinies, and that from a universal perspective, it was ok to see all other people as brothers and sisters. It didn’t take long before his dinners became popular across the country. Which was source for terrible angere among the country’s leaders. After all, he was standing right there every evening explaining why the rulers had no real power over us. But it took several years for Pharisee and the priests before they could do anything about it. They’d like to kill him at once, but his mother kept the mighty at by the balls and, moreover, the basic problem was that his ideas were spreading and this could not be influenced by Jesus own destiny, something all the sage had understood: the ideas had already been disseminated and accepted by more than half of the kingdom.
It was Judas, one of Jesus closest friends, who had a jealous admiration for his friend’s sentimental and economic security in life, and also was one of the first to take the message of Jesus, who gave the rulers the final hint against the promise of personal wealth. The proliferation of the Idea could not be stopped, but the was a way to recover it in a purpose more adequate to ruling: through declaring Jesus as a unique genius, a god’s gift, whose properties and heartfelt peace was unattainable for mere mortals like us. It was not the first time they used this rhetorical technique to expand their power.
It was so ironic, for the first time, Jesus was really upset. He tried to convince everyone that his ways were consequences of a love-filled upbringing and very concerned about his humility he wondered: how could anyone believe or understand that he was a god’s gift? Something unique? And went of to a meeting with the Pharisee and the priests that ended very badly, with that Jesus said that he forgave them but promised that they could not expect to rule for much longer.
This was the last straw. The priests were ordered to write down all of Jesus statements, but replacing all generalized tolerance properties to specific and divine qualities. And the police had to arrest Jesus and his group. “Luckily,” another of Jesus’s friends, Barabas came with a proposal. Barabas had lost the will to live after his family died in the fire that devastated his farm. He suggested that he submit himself as if he was Jesus. People had always confused them because of their similarity anyways. Barabas lived a criminal and alcoholic life, and thought the police could well do the job, because he didn’t have the courage to kill himself. Jesus was not at all in agreement with, but it was still carried out in secret by all his friends. When Jesus found out what had happened, he went to the square where Barabas hung to convince everyone that it was a mistake, that it was he who should hang in there, not Barabas. But no one believed him and even his friends whitenessed against these statements: they wanted rather have Jesus alive than this a drunkard. In his desperation, and with regrets over all the pain that his ideas had accomplished, Jesus punished himself, by hitting nails into his hands and feet. As for sharing his best friend’s pain that hung from nails on a cross. When Barabas finally did die, Jesus visited the grave. He stayed there for several weeks. When he came out, in the middle of the night, he was greeted by an undercover procession of a handful of philosophic supporters who had never had the chance to come to Jesus dinners. Whereupon someone in the group exclaimed, “It’s true, Jesus is God’s child! He has resurfaced”
Distressed and crushed, Jesus pulled back. First to his mother where he lived for about a month. But the pilgrimage of people who wanted to see “Son of God” was unbearable, and he walked off towards the East and never returned.