Religion the irrational disaster made up on the hoof by a blind man with vision to see what you or I cannot, a feeling of light and space stretch here and there forever safe I get a guide a big one he picks me up he puts me down I’m sold this story of miracles and mercies I become I am I can see.
Saturday market was never the same some two thousand years ago in the holy land I was on the cloth the air was warm and dry many tongues are at play the men speaking were loud determined to have the best opinion, broadcast as loud as they could their mouths dry as the round stones upon the ground.
The policemen of the time, Roman soldiers you could say, waited and watched another point another position for arresting the speaker with the wrong tongue. I was an Adept, guest to this busy scene I had been told by my master’s to look for another, another who would be different from this crowd, one with a charismatic Aura of energies abounding. I didn’t have to hover too long for from the tale end of this throng a tall human man almost god likei in appearance edged forward slowly.
A circle expanded as this market crowd drew back, spotless white appeared as the noise drew down the Roman soldiers seemed poised and posed. Silence ensued the voice spoke, “I am Master Jesus I am passing by this day you are free to follow me let us find a mound to let you speak too you today. I want to prepare you for what will come it will not be way heaven is three thousand miles away, my father in heaven says through me there will be much death and I cannot save you all. I make no promises my father tells me to relay to you this. The goodness is within you all, there are no promises just believe then I Jesus will go.” For me that was just my day in the market I will join my ship later and go back to the future.