mary helene magdalene gospel chapter 12

mary helene magdalene chapter 12

With the think team of Jesus we went back to the Toscana to visit John Camus and Mary for some fun and a little light hearted conspiracy.

Jesus was a children magnet. It was nice to see the children of John and Liz telling Jesus stories. It was clear to see that they already knew him.

Jesus felt me watching him and looked over at me and smiled.

"King of the Jews."

"Goddess of life."

Jesus and I left the others and walked barefoot through the woods to a small stream. The sun shared the sky with the clouds and we put our feet in a cool stream and let go of the world of our ancestors and let the world of the animals take us where it pleased.

When Jesus and I had sex, or even when we didn't and let the world of Law and chaos fall away from us, there was a hyper reality that embraced us. Heaven became obvious and questions obliterated.

And when I opened my eyes after an orgasm, Jesus was smiling at me like a god watching a goddess.

And it was simple and real.

We fell asleep holding one another with the stream running over our feet. And we didn't wake up until my stomach rumbled.

"I think our child is hungry."

"We mustn't forget to feed the children."

Jesus drank from the stream as did I. Then we walked back to our party of angels and soaked up love and prepared the evening feast.

"Jesus, have you ever thought of opening a restaurant."

"I've thought of many things John Camus. Perhaps when I have finished my contribution to the establishment of the animal virus in the new church of Rome, I will come back here and we will make a road side inn and restaurant."

"Till then he can cook for his women and children."

Fau smiled at me.

And as it always was in the Toscana, it was too soon again that Jesus and I had to return to Rome. The roaring beast.

Its tragic brutality was becoming more obvious to me while I watched the effort with which Jesus and his seven friends went about preparing for the grand theater.

With Francis on my breast, our golden son, I was forced to slow down and act less. Borus made Jesus drop many of his classes so that he could spend more time being a father to his child and a man to his woman.

And I almost started liking Rome. The university was an island of hope and beauty.

Before John and Liz seemed to be part of Rome, John left to return to our bloody holy land. After a few more years, the think team of Jesus was moving to the stage where the next big event would take place. Some times I thought it a mad notion to pay so much reverence to the religion Jesus had rejected but not when I saw how Borus shone with hope every time he talked of our show.

"A mind virus, Helene, can be a terrible thing. Or. It can be a beautiful thing. And all I have to do is see you and I know that no one has a better chance than Jesus to save the world of the animals."

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