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.
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