​​THE FAKE REAL JESUS YOU DON'T KNOW AND LOVE

          Anyways, so, Jesus. He's made up. Calm down, calm down... relax.. breathe... He's made up. Look at that picture there. That's Jesus. When I say Jesus, which one of those three do you picture? Exactly. You don't even know why he has a red sash. "It's the bluuuuud" No, it's esoteric. The person who wants your attention says it's the blood because that's what their grandma told them, or what their teacher told them, and they didn't do any research on it. You can learn this in an art history class. Originally Mary wore blue which is the divine feminine, and Jesus wore red, the divine masculine. "But blue's a boy color and red's a girl color." You know what... you're absolutely right. Hey, there's some punch over there with poison in it, by the cult's sticker name badges. Get your self a sticker badge, put your name on it so they know how to identify you, and have some punch. And bottomless tacos! A lot of people don't even understand that picture, but they know that's Jesus. They'll even ignore the CHRIST and that homeless guy, who must be some representation of US PEOPLE, right? That's because... Jesus is made up. People killed Yeshua, and then bottled Christ and turned it into a holy ghost. It's a ghost they don't even know what it is, unless it's some tingles when the bassline gets good in the music--i mean, worship section of church, and you get all emotional because of the scales being played-- or because you feel the spirit moving. You don't know what any of that is. Well, of course you know, because you go to church, and people say it all the time, and what they're talking about is when people... do... weird emotional stuff, or breakdown, or hold their hands up and are just at peace and surrender... their whole self... mind, body, and soul... to... "God." Who's God? "He's the creator, perfector, and author..." blah blah blah-- From your own gut, from your own personal experience, from your own honest relationship, not from the programmed passed down, unquestioned sanitization and pasteurization to appease your issues and fill the unfillable void and personal problems-- Who is God? Is God what you created... what is there but reduced to what you allow it to be... or is it what it is, fully, WHOLLY (that's the holy part)...??? On top of that, Who's Jesus? To you? Be honest. Got your answer? Ok, now... why?

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         So, now that you know who Jesus is, who's Yeshua? Be honest. I can just feel the frustration, but you had to have known I was going to ask you that. "It's not even Yeshua, it's "Yehoshua Hamashiach"... like Joshua, because the "J"  didn't exist..." blah blah blah. "Yeah, and it got translated to Greek, and then to Latin..." and then to Ebonics and wiped from Enochian, and harry Potter shall not speak it-- yeah, I know. You still didn't give an answer. Now that you have your Jesus, and you know who he is to you, and what he is to you, and why... now, be honest, who is [Yeshua]? "Why are we even talking about this? The power is in the name, so it doesn't matter what name you use." As true as that is, its as equally dishonest. "Dishonest? How so?" Picture being in a Walmart. a group of guys walk in, lock the place down, and start shooting people, and the only one who can save you is your dad. So, you yell out, "DAD" and 20 people stand up and answer, because they're all "dad" to someone who sounds like you. And then they all get killed because you called the wrong name. You were right in what you did. But you used the wrong name. You know who you were addressing. You know who you were calling out to. You know who can save you, but you called the wrong one. HE might even have known, but it's WALMART and there are ????? DAD's there! I bet he calls YOU BY YOUR NAME, and doesn't answer, "DAUGHTER" or "SON" because he respects how delicate the situation is, and this is a "one-shot deal". In this moment, you have one chance to get it right. No, he won't mind if you call him Dad, but those other dads who get shot will... and so will their kids. Back to Yeshua, what if he created a comic book character of you, and you became a periwinkle magical teddy bear genie body guard priest, who forgave him for all of the things he asked you for, because that's your JOB, and then he threw you in the corner until the weekend, unless he had to slap someone with you because you didn't agree with them, or just didn't like them. But he loves you, because you died for him. He can now live and do whatever he wants, and you'll just automatically forgive it, because you can wipe out the globe for him if he tells you to. And whatever issues he has, you will fix it. Won't you do it?! Look at you. By the way, are you God? And on top of all that, we're just going to go on and call you Turd Gimp. Because when your original name was told to whoever, and then whoever, and then whoever, by the time it got to me in the grapevine, it was Turd Gimp, so that's your real name. Even though he knows your real name, it doesn't matter, does it Turd. The power is IN the name, right? Turd? No, we don't know you. We don't have to. You know us, and we believe in your blood-- whatever that means.​