He awoke in his pure kingdom, just as he had always done, he looked around, it stretched on forever, but it was barren, he remembered his time on Earth, so long ago, yet, the scars on his hands and chest still remained a gruesome reminder of what had taken place. He had no idea what Earth had become, in the 2000 years since he had been sent down with the goal of saving humanity, he had failed in this effort, they had called him a false messiah.
Father told him that they still all prayed, that they still all worshiped, but they still all sinned. He had sent his son down to remind humanity of their own humanity, to remind them that they don’t have to be perfect, that as long as they have love in their souls for each other, they would be allowed eternal bliss. But they had twisted Fathers message, wrote a book filled with wicked judgment, judged each other, and used his message of love to achieve gain for themselves. They created a false anti-kingdom, and told each other, even their children that they would be tortured forever if they were less than perfect in life, they used fear, not love, to control.
He knew what he had to do, he would need to leave his kingdom once more, not with a message of peace, but with a message of isolation. He would need to tell the world that Father had given up on the human race, that the kingdom would no longer exist, that the humans were to live life loving, not trying to get into the kingdom, just for the greed of eternal life.
He appeared on the streets of Washington D.C., the Jerusalem of the current world, he looked around, man had done a great deal of good, they now traveled around in machines, were entertained by machines, and were moving forward at an astounding rate. He looked into a store that sold such machines, he saw only violence, both fake and real. Is this what entertained modern man? The pain of each other? He looked away, the store owner walked up to him, angrily shouting “You fuckin’ immigrants, comin’ over here from Iraq becuase you fucked up your own country, you were a bum there and you’re a bum here!”
Shocked that anyone could be so hateful towards their own species, he wandered across the street. He saw a large, decadent building, he stumbled inside, a voice said from his left side “We’re sorry, the food drive is only on Wednesdays”, he ignored it, walking into the main building, he looked around, appalled at what he saw, it was a man, nailed to a cross, bleeding all over. And the people were praying to it! It could not be him, this man was white, with long straight hair, and incredibly muscular. He was from Bethlehem, a Palestinian, he had curly hair, brown skin, and was rather skinny. He couldn’t believe these people worshiped the act of torture.
He shouted “This is a church of the lord, yet you are praying to a false idol, praying to violence!”. He heard a mutter from the church audience “I swear, these homeless people are just selling our food to buy drugs”. The minister said to him, pointing at the figure on the cross “That is our lord and savior Jesus! Sit down, listen, you don’t want to go to hell, do you?”
He stiffened up, and said calmly, but loudly “I… Am Jesus Christ, Father has sent me down to deliver a message”, he fizzled out, due to laughter. A woman in the audience muttered “I’m calling the police”. A teenager said “Fine! Do a miracle!”
He could not preform miracles, he was only human, man had warped his story in the 2000 years since he left.
The police hauled him off, and, with little thought, put him in an insane asylum. He overheard a guard talking outside “The nut job thinks hes Jesus, we can’t find any prints or DNA matching him, hes probably from Iraq, got over here with some human traffickers.”
The guards returned the next day to an empty cell. He was back in his kingdom, he persuaded Father to leave the gates of the kingdom open, but not a single person ever walked through them.