God.
Religion.
Humanity.
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Three parts, all of which drive people crazy. Each tribe vying to control each part to varying degree’s.
I laugh at the ignorance of two parts of the equation – Religion and Humanity as it is well padded with ignorance, only the part of God holds it all together and needed, needed as much as the air breathed.
What is this ‘God’ so many believe in? For me a very good friend, a very wonderful Creator, the ultimate scientist, and my Master. I and i fear absolutely nothing on this world or others, only God has the power to destroy me. Only God can truly love me and guide me; religion and humanity try their best but are much like bacteria grown in a lab petri dish – they have a long way to evolve, a very long path indeed.
Being a Monster has it’s perks and reasons as only God truly knows. Even as this is written the pictures in this shells mind dance vividly and memories needed flood every cell of this body. Sadly though being a Monster has it’s downfalls…Unable to enjoy this world as it see’s it for what it really is thus for humanity the term, ‘ignorance is bliss’ is so very true.
But enough about me or what you only think you understand… Today, a story about a young boy named Jesus. A Human as it can be at full potential. A Human that showed this world Hope that is real not the imaginary hope that so many humans now cling too.
Most people on this primitive yet wonderful planet created by God know of Jesus and understand a lot as Jesus made it easier for the minds of humans to understand a basic tenet of what God is. Basically Jesus showed this world the potential of humanity with the simple act of being human while at the same time showing the world what God is.
Yes Jesus is a great man, a wonderful Human, and for your understanding – the Son of God, yet there is much more than just the title of Father or Son, so much more…
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The day was a sunny albeit chilly day as the young boy named Jesus was playing outside the town. His father was busy working at his trade of carpenter while his mother was busy preparing figs for a coming wedding ceremony.
This day the air smelled sweet, memories of the cool night lingered to mix with warming smells of day; rocks shimmered as the sunlight hit them and the wind provided a bit of chill to the air with the promise of warmth.
Playing with a stick and carrying his favorite feather he grabbed out of the air many days earlier – a feather coming from two chickens that were fighting outside his home- he hummed as he enjoyed the day.
Day after day the sun rose on one side of the world and set on the other. Year after year the seasons changed from the seasons of birth, growth, harvest, and death. Time flowed. Mankind grew, and today Jesus caught sight of a small rabbit laying motionless under a tree barren of leaves, a tree long past leaf and life.
Walking over to the tree and kneeling in the shadow, the young boy placed his feather on the ground along with the stick he was playing with. Reaching down he picked up the immobile rabbit and stroked its fur.
To be alive on this world is to know death. For Jesus he had already experienced death as animals were killed for food, people died with age, disease, and accident. For him he already knew death and that this rabbit had died at a young age, an age when the rabbits mother and siblings had already been consumed by the creatures of the world for food. This young rabbit would have already been consumed by the hawk if it had not been for another hawk fighting the successful hunter for its bounty, causing the grip on the body to soften and to fall in the shadow of the long-dead tree.
As the young man stroked the fur no words were spoken, the only sound was the wind whispering through the dead branches of the tree overhead.
Do you understand the mind of a child? What do you feel when you see the young smile and laugh? What is the emotion when spying a child sleeping soundly, their little lips pursed in dream? Or in the case of sadness, how do the tears of a crying child affect you?
Jesus had tears in his young eyes as those eyes saw more than death, more than this world, they saw the other worlds that exist. For him it was hurtful to see this young creature laying to be consumed by maggot or beast in this world.
A drop fell from the right eye of the boy, falling onto the fur while the little hands held and stroked. At this moment there was a gust of wind that caused the old rigid tree to shiver and quake.
The small rabbit opened its eyes and looked into the eyes of Jesus. It was not the look of a wild animal in the rabbits eyes, rather it was the look of peace. Still, Jesus held the small rabbit and stroked the now vibrant fur as the small rabbit enjoyed the touch.
On this world, your world, there is life and death. While life is a blessing, death is a necessary mechanism meant to fit the current evolutionary status. It is unavoidable for death to be denied, unless one is ready to deny death.
This small rabbit had been brought into the world in the normal way, it died in the normal way and now by the small boys hand had been brought to a new level of life, one very incompatible to this moment. No longer could the rabbit exist in the normal way as this world would soon consume such innocence. This rabbit would be ravaged and destroyed as this world is not ready for such Life. Jesus knew this and thus holding the rabbit over his head he handed the rabbit to the hawk that had been circling ever since Jesus had knelt before the once lifeless body.
Swooping down the hawk gently grabbed the rabbit and the two communicated great peace, both last seen flying higher and higher towards the sun until there was nothing left to see as nothing of this world can truly glimpse the other worlds. Rest assured though, both the hawk and rabbit were now living Life.
As Jesus stood he once more had his feather and stick in his hands and humming, proceeded down the path to explore more of the world. Behind him the wind still blew through the tree’s branches only now they were no longer dead as new buds had formed on some of the branches, next Spring they would blossom and show new life.
Robin Lipinski 