Wanna be Jesus? Here's how (hit me again)

posted on May 26, 2010

Okay.  I'll direct you again.

You are a teenager growing up in Southern California in the late 1970's.  While you are trying to get ahead in a very rich, very competitive high school people ask you all sorts of bizarre questions about saving the world.  All of these questions come from all sorts of strange metaphysical angles.

One day you tell these people, these friends of the family, you have had enough of their questions.  You determine only God Himself can explain what you need to know and need to accomplish in this lifetime as the Messiah.

Before you go to bed one night you kneel on the floor and tell God, silently, that only He can explain it to you.  He showed Moses past, present and future as one when he got his assignment.  He has to at least do that for you if you are, in fact, the Messiah.  That is what you ask of Him.

You go to bed.  That night you have a dream where God grasps you by the head, shows you past, present, and future as one.  He shows you many images, but He does not explain what they mean or how they work together.  You have to figure that out.  It seems very strange and mysterious when you wake up, to put it mildly.  When you go to the bathroom you notice you have a strange black dot on your cheek that does not match your coloration at all.

GO!