DID GOD MANIFEST IN FLESH?
Till knees hurt
More than two thousand years ago, there was a Man rumored
as God possessing a strange spirit acclaimed as the spirit of His Father
(Isaiah 11:2), who was born in Bethlehem. He was queer and a bizarre, because he
was conceived of the so called Holy Ghost through a woman, represented as the
woman Israel, that though simple and quiescent, according to stories weaved by
the Franciscan in the doctrines of the contemporary desert fathers was not
conceived in sin by Anna, who was the wife of Joachim.
This
woman who bore the child I call as Jessie, was tagged as the Immaculate
Conception, and was a loving cousin to Elizabeth who coincidentally was bearing
in her womb a child who eats locust as his meal and never did taste wine and
called Herodias an adulterer and Herod a thief of his brother’s wife.
Thousands
of years after, I was here in the midst of sinners and sinning myself. But my
God is great and he knows how to forgive my sins and take me away from
temptation. A spiritist counted the spirits that was dwelling in me in the time
that I was erratic. Likewise he said, “Six hundred legions of demons.” That is
maybe why they mistake me for a frog prince. Actually they call me mad. I was
the best topic of students’ even teachers; much more the Charismatics till
tongues lengthen.
My
God from a distance was watching all these and is a sole witness who believes
to the truth about what I AM and what is my nature. Nobody believes me,
actually there was no one who pays to listen to me except this wholly wooly
Doctor with whom I can relate to her language. I’m only sad that her husband
died recently.
As
you can see this Jessie I love, called in the same name by a friend of mine who
is a nun, was in his childhood found preaching in the temple at an early age
answering the questions of priests and doctors. He when found by his father and
mother, declared to them that he was on His Father’s House and they ought not
to bother looking for him.
As
you can see, I have a mother too, and a father who loved me much that they took
me to the hospital for treatment, though I feel I’m not sick.
There
I actually have an encounter to Satan, who tried to enter my body as a mirage
of Christ the King was watching me fight Satan. I don’t want to elaborate on
this story for it is still too early to tell about it.
Here
I stop, and pause, and feel sad that I don’t want to continue this writing. Who
I am, I’m just a man like Peter and Paul, I did not even have my powers except
my yoga powers which my chakras erupted as my kundalini who twirled bursted. My
adrenalin did rose and I keep talking to my fellow monks about Romnick and
Sheryl who as stars stole the scene like them. That time, I hated the Jesuits,
who to me allegedly were ridiculing the Franciscan of praying before a banana
tree till their knees burst. I have no time for an anting-anting that I
can get from the banana tree. I would prefer watching movies like of Sharon and
Gabby.
Here,
I pause for a prayer, that God would take me away from what is worldly. Hence,
my orientation was Franciscan, and my associates are Catholics though I have
Protestant friends, until now I pray the psalms in vespers, and that’s how I
pray. I then by this moment pray for the forgiveness of sins of dwellers of
this earth.
Furthermore,
I hated me talking about holy things; the highfiberians would not like this.
So, many times I switch to love and love stories though it pollutes my mind and
heart. There, I can be listened. On the other hand, I enjoy writing about love though
I have no brain but have plenty of charm. Many times, my audiences are women
like Chelsea and Iloveyouhoney and EducatedBitch.
Actually,
I fall in love to these women though they know it not, only now perhaps. But
until now, I have no girlfriend, my, at the age of 41. I had girl friends in
the past and our love stories I published in <highfiber>. But here again,
we are drawing away from the story of this so-called Jessie I love, that
allegedly though completely human yet was absolutely Divine. Yes, you hear it
clear. He was God. In him dwelleth the fullness of the Godhead bodily. He is
the image of the invisible God, the first born of all creatures. And it pleased
the Father that in him all the fullness should dwell.
Some
of my friends will again be angry with this. But I have no choice, this is my
lot: to tell about God that I may help save souls. But I’m tired already like
Jesus who dispensed his listeners and rested. He was completely human for he
slept in the boat. He was absolutely God for He stills that storm and walks in
water. Who is this Man that even the winds and the rain, and the sea obey him?
He is no other than our God.
Here,
I stop again for a prayer.
-Jyotisman
Nearu Upendra
