Visiting Earth: Fifth Session.

Please start from your previous session:

Once again I was entering uncharted waters. I knew that the Creators had a fascination about my 'supposed ' visit to earth. But they always skirted away from actually finding what went on there. I was never sure why.

Maybe they had a similar dark secret. There had to reasons. One reason for each creator.

I was pretty sure that there had been one official delegation. One attempt to ascertain. Three strange men that went to talk with Mary. But she had asked for gifts.

Ah Mary , what a piece of work she was. ................

It all started innocently. As usual ' my Jews ' were up to something. Having decided that we were somehow interconnected they began to get a bit out of hand. I' d tried shunting them off to Egypt, Iraq, had them fight the Iranians, Greece and Syrians. Now they were fighting the Romans. How many fights could this people possibly get into? Every time I felt sorry and got them out of most of the hot waters. But I was wondering. Just what kind of people were they?

I knew that the Greeks had pretend Gods who were really humans. So I thought that if I went and spoke with the Jews I could sort things out. Initially I was looking for a representative. Then I remembered that awful episode with Moses. I just couldn't handle hours of stammering. The guy must have some strange attachment to the frozen north. Not only did he dress like a cossack in winter but every time he spoke with me he bobbed up and down like a demented penguin. Any explanation he gave was too painful to listen to. He insisted in starting every sentence with ' God, faithful king'. Each word took an eternity. I cannot imagine why a man with a stammer chose the three words he could never pronounce. But he insisted on trying. I wasn't going through that again. On our first meeting he sprayed so much that he extinguished the burning bush I lit because I thought he must be cold.

I can never be truly sure what happened. There had been so many visits to that era, in different parallel worlds by differing creators each changing reality. Were was the original reality?

As far as I can get it straight Mary was married to Joseph. It was a typical Jewish marriage. She never stopped complaining. Marrying Joseph was ' a mistake', Nazareth was nicer than Jerusalem. Joseph couldn't even make a living never mind buy a house. In fact Mary was having serious doubts. Maybe Joseph was a feigele. He certainly was having a hard time impregnating her.

Mary got herself in the family way. And what a mess that turned out to be.

But then what to tell Joseph. Thank goodness she was not married to a non Jew. Those goyishe bastards would have kicked the hell out of her. If not had a well ordered honor killing.

So she fooled Joseph by the best trick in the Jewish handbook. She flattered him. 'Just think we are having the child of the creator' ....... Did you notice? Those were her words. Not God but creator. And we, smart!!!

Immaculate conception. It was supposed to be immaculate contraception. Lying bastard she often thought to herself.

Into this awful havoc I descended.

That was when I wanted to meet Mary Magdalene. I thought that she would make a great representative. She could spread the word . She was good at spreading. In fact she had spread a lot already Any way a woman could not make a bigger mess than the men. Unfortunately I met the wrong Mary.

We sat down. I told the wrong Mary my problem. She told me her solution. That's another things about my Jews. They are a people divided into two camps. Those who see solutions and look for suitable problems.Never really finding one but that was not really important. The second camp was of those who can see the problem in all it's aspects but cannot see a solution. In fact solutions are a big letdown and should be avoided.
You'd have thought they'd get together.
But neither side thought that other side really understood.
So the wrong Mary & I had meetings. We agreed to let her child be my representative. But as we plotted we were obsessed by Joseph's suspicion. We shortened this threat's name to SusJ ... In Hebrew they read back to front JSus .... So that's how my representative got his name.

And that's how I lost the plot. In the to ing and fro ing of time travel, alternative time and reality, parallel truth and shear bloody minded ness the idea of ' the son of the creator' became a truth to be tested or a lie to be proven.
In one test I actually asked Mary if she would have had sex with me? ' No thanks, you have no patience for the fore play. You never listen'.
Pretty good coming from her!

Well I was pretty hardened to Jews who either never make their point, like Moses, or those that are so direct that it makes everything into ten sentences. Or formula of 20 letters.
Dear old Mary was the later.
I think I had a soft spot for her because Moses sister was also Miri. She tried drowning the little sod. When she failed she told a different tale.

Anyway there we have Mary, Joseph, Jesus and three mystery men. Who were they? I am betting everything that I have that they were the three members of my committee. Out there to catch me. In person. Mary asked for presents. Every time after that they came bearing them.

Strange as it was. So many visits and reviews. But never to see the faces if those famous three.

Vertex broke into my recollections. The parallel world was closing. The three wise men disappeared into the east. Why there? Only oil there. No use then anyway.

' So who was his father? ' , she asked again.

Yet again, as before the Chairman and Ginger both avoided that question. More than that. The only time ever they worked together.

' I have to cut this meeting short, I have a meeting with our sponsors and donators'. He meant the energy cabal.

Turning to Ginger, he asked him what he would like the subject to be in the next session?

Ginger, street fighter of the Creators, was unprepared for a dialogue and gesture of peace from the man who was usually his enemy.

I expected him to cripple me with a session about randomness and free choice. His two bete noirs.

In his embarrassment he stumbled. ' Vienna, why was that city so important? '

A fairly easy session I thought.

But I was about to be very wrong.

Fourth Session || Creativity

Please start from your previous session:

Creativity: Sounds so innocent a subject. In my universe I had made damned sure it was watered down. Only wimps and art teachers ever spoke about it.

Here’s the reason why:

The creators are a pretty tight bunch when fighting outsiders. But amongst themselves they are as vicious as could be imagined to one an other.

So much destruction and mayhem had been done in the name of creativity. Ginger’s explosion which ruined my big bang was but one example and a very minor one to boot. They were all involved. Every creator had used his ‘creativity’. Things done in the ‘hallowed name of creativity’ were, well simply extremely and devastatingly ugly.
The creators had eventually set up a creativity council. This was meant to regulate creativity. This august body was set up in the suitable surroundings of this very university where I was undergoing my review.
They had solved little. The fights and wrangling on the various sub committees were many and intricate in cause, course and nature. So there was a lot done in the name of creativity – but absolutely no creativity.
So I knew that I was edging out into an impenetrable mine field, which was bound to explode.
To illustrate my fear all three of them intensified in color and hue. Vortex was throbbing and managed to look mean, Ginger was an incredible rust color with the deep red drops dribbling from him. The Chairman hair was still incredibly white but highlighted by faint but distinct red flashes. His eyes projected streaks of lightening. The smells were sulphorous yet distinctly different. They were preceded by a shattering, deafening, ominous silence.
‘What would you like to discuss?’ I asked.

I immediately regretted asking as the chairman turned on my.
‘ I really thought that we asked the questions and you answered. Is this another form of your creativity? Creativity is in the hands of the creator. It is not ‘free will’’.
Well I had really set them off.
This was an opening that Ginger was bound to utilize to the fullness of his sanctified viciousness.
I braced. I knew what was coming. Another diatribe about using maths and certainty to build physical and chemical certitudes that were unmovable, immutable and achingly boring, was in the offing. The choice was of the creators only.
How many time had I heard that?
I looked at Ginger.
The little cretin was as happy as he ever could be. He let Vortex speak.
I was so dumbfounded that I missed her question.
It was a relief to know that Ginger so hated the Chairman that he would not align himself with him even if it meant missing a chance to pulverize me.
I caught up with Vortex.
‘ I never quite understood how the ‘Ten Instructions’ were linked to sex’, she asked or stated.
Chairman reasserted his authority ‘He calls them ‘Commandments’, I believe’.
Ginger couldn’t control himself any longer. ‘Freedom of choice, my dear. No creativity by planning just choosing. Bad choice’ oh dear, that’s you gone, next one’s turn.’ New choices all round. Piffle complete piffle. ‘
Pay back time for the Chairman arrived: ‘You are confusing a lot of issues which may or may not be related’. Ginger looked miffed.
‘Can we have some light on sex?’ Vortex asked coyly. She also seemed to glow a bit. There definitely was a very delicate smell wafting through preceded by a slight low sigh.
I tried: ‘Sex is a way of assorting different traits to produce the best equipped’.
It was the Chairman who was first in, ‘ There are three basic objections to this theory. Firstly the creatures are obsessed by the sex and not its results they do little else, secondly the way that it is done is incredibly bizarre and finally --- well you certainly got some very strange results, didn’t you?’
Ginger waded in, menacing and obnoxious in every way. His good old self had returned. I was sure he was going to get in ‘Your Jews---‘. And he did but -- well see for yourselves:
‘ Your Jews even chop an end of their connecting adapter. Claim it is part of some treaty with you. Wasn’t part of that treaty the ‘Ten Instructions, sorry, Commandments?’
Obviously sidling up to Vertex, yet again. She haughtily ignored him. A smell of antiseptics preceded by a raspberry sound was noticed and ignored by all.
She smiled at me. ‘Perhaps you can explain.
I chose to explain the Ten Commandments. A really bad choice as she obviously wanted sex.
Accompanied by her very sad glances I continued:
‘I realized that freedom of choice was too loosely defined. The creatures were incapable of framing their choices. So I decided to talk with one of them. None of them wanted any part of it. No killing, no other Gods, a six day week, no thievery, honor your parents. None of them wanted it. The Jews were my last hope. They fought adultery but with all their might, but they gave in. ‘
Was that disappointed look from Vortex?
‘That was only after their representative came twice. Moses was his name. Strange guy if ever there was one. Took me forever to understand what he was talking about. He had a terrible stutter. To be honest I spent a lot of time asking him why he was dressed like a Russian Cossack in the middle of winter, when we were in the middle of the sweltering Sinai desert. Gave up on that.’
But Moses had been good and kept his word.

When he went down to meet his Jews he found them on the verge of signing a McDonald’s franchise. They were celebrating with a brand image. Reluctantly they gave up on the idea. They gave in to Moses partly because they were in no mood to listen to a stammering diatribe given with such an awful stutter that they had to ask his brother every second sentence what he meant. Some of them thought that they had got themselves a new franchise with me.
‘ So your Jews engineered your Instructions and sex?’ Ginger asked.
I felt on safe ground as he had somehow annoyed the Chairman and got Vortex on my side.
‘ Not at all.’
‘ So in the next session would you explain these Jews to us? Especially your ‘visit’ there’.
I had asked for that.