Till knees hurt
More than two thousand years ago, there Bethlehem . He was queer and bizarre, because
was a Man rumored as God possessing a strange spirit acclaimed as the spirit of
his Father (Isaiah 11:2), with the former being born in
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 Franciscans 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 may Elizabeth who coincidentally was bearing in her womb a child who eats locust as his meal and
call as Jessie, was tagged as the Immaculate Conception, and was a loving
cousin to
never did taste wine and called Herodias an adulteress and Herod a thief of his
brother’s wife.
Thousands of years after, I in my own
separate existence found myself here in the midst of sinners and was sinful
like them. But my God is great and he knows the proper time for him to take me
away from my misery. Besides, I still have to endure with the desert period of
my life.
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, and it was the same with a few of other more people, while at the
same time loved by many.
My God from a distance was watching all
these and is a sole witness who believes to the truth about what I feel and
what I am enduring. Nobody understands 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. To others I was only a laughing stock or an object of ridicule except
for those who enjoyed my company, those who had been intimate with me.
I only recourse to this Jessie I love,
called in the same name by a friend of mine who is a nun, who in his childhood
was found preaching in the temple at an early age answering the questions of
teachers 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
against 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 am I? I’m just an ordinary man.
I did not even have my yoga powers, except that my mind was opened to some
visions because my chakras erupted, as my kundalini that twirled
burst. My adrenalin did rose and I keep talking with 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 Franciscans of praying
before a banana tree till their knees hurt. I have no time for an anting-anting
that I can get from the banana tree. I would prefer watching movies like that
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, some 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 Ilovehoney07 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 42. I had girl friends in the past and our love stories I
published in the old files of www.highfiber.org.
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 the 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
