mary helene magdalene gospel chapter 08

mary helene chapter 08

Istanbul was a world apart from Galilee. Eyes followed us from the ship to the university. The university campus was a different world again.

Jesus and I were taken to our flat in a house with other professors and an old woman that would look after us if we needed anything. Or if we didn't.

She loved us both on sight and mentioned a few times that she had been blessed. She made us mocha coffee while telling us about Istanbul. Where to go when and best times for which fish. Best locations for new and imported fabrics.

Our flat was small but very bright and the kitchen was open to a balcony overlooking the campus.

It was our first place that was our place.

So we got naked and had sex. And we stayed naked, having sex and sleeping until the birds called on us the next morning.

There were not many Jews in Istanbul. There were many non-Jews who were little different who paid service to any other gods. People loved to worship. It made me a little nervous to walk the streets alone but it was the only way to get to my dance class. It was traditional dance different than the traditional dance of my ancestors.

I enjoyed shopping in the market most of all my activities I did without Jesus. There were many other women with their children. Sometimes they tryed to talk to me. Touch my face. Sometimes vendors tryed to charge me too much. Never more than once.

We ate fish almost everyday. It was always fresh and Jesus was convinced red meat slowed him down too much.

I was happy to see him so charged. He took classes and taught classes. I attended most of the classes he taught, especially enjoying his rebirth class. I took theater classes and most mornings the old woman of our house helped me learn her language. She was very refreshing and always called me Angel. Jesus she called Master or Lord.

On days when we had no classes, one or two days a week, Jesus and I went to the Black Sea. There we had a favourite fishing village that wasn't really a tourist destination but there was a friend of a friend who let us stay in his boat house in exchange for a little work, fish cleaning, and hospitality.

He, like so many others, loved to hear Jesus talk about heaven and being born over and over. Learning each life like each day.

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[StevenKellyBelly]

Again, color fade @ :02, Mary Helena Ch 8

[mypsportal]

haha fuckin rapist :)