The Resurrection

I ran out of the temple in great pain. My head hurt and my eyes were filled with tears . Clouds disrupted my vision and I could see only the outlines of obstacles in my path as I ran for my life.

They chased after me for about forty cubits but I run fast and they were lost in the dust from the bottom of my feet in minutes.

I threw off my white robe adorned with garnet stones and jogged naked and barefoot on the footpaths surrounding the Fortress of Antonia until I was far away from them.

My sight returned and I decided to rest among a thicket of wild grape vines.
I always loved running but after what had happened on the Temple in Jerusalem, I was too frightened to run without becoming breathless. I needed to rest.

When I was a child, Beloved sent me into nearby villages to pick up bread for dinner.

"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness," He said, as I always volunteered to do something that would benefit the family of disciples. He handed me coins that followers had thrown at us and I ran off to pick-up our supper from women who did nothing but bake bread all day and sold their golden fruits for only a few schillings.

With all my energy and love for my newfound family, I would do anything asked of me by my Fathers and Mother. Every day, I ran off to fetch our bread.

I learned to loved to run and serve others while turning the stone beneath my feet into bread each night.

I could feel my heart thump like a drum inside my chest while running to villages for our supper. I was so thankful to have a family– I was no longer an orphan and would run in the name of the Father anytime they asked, even as I grew older and I loved the women who baked bread all day.

"Would you like to taste some before you buy it?" they asked me while chuckling, pinching my cheeks and holding their hands over their big bellies.

I told them that I knew they made good bread because I could smell it while running there. They laughed and gave me a few bites for my run back to camp.


Beloved taught me how to pray while running-- a secret he didn’t want to share with everyone else because he felt they were not ready to know those secrets of prayer. When He took me into the desert for several days and nights, we would run together in the hot sun without drinking water until sundown.

We bathed in desert pools of salted water and yearned greatly for fresh water after our runs, but we always had to wait until the sun went down before we drank anything.

I ran my fingers between the thick strands of His braided hair while he bowed his head in the hot sun and spoke to the Father in prayer.

I asked why he would not teach others about the flesh and the Spirit.

"They are like nursing infants, my Beloved, they must first taste the bounty of the Heavenly Mother’s breasts," he said to me while showing me how to properly stretch prior to running and praying.

"Some will never learn that one cannot live on bread alone," He said. "They are like cattle being fed for slaughter."



While hiding out and avoiding arrest after creating such a scene in the Temple of God, I was glad I had spent so much time learning to run and pray with my Beloved in the desert. Those in the temple would have devoured me if they managed to lay their hands on me.

I needed to be alone but I could feel them pressing in while searching for me hiding in the brush. They wanted to arrest me like they did my Beloved.

Their thirst for the spirit was unquenchable– like one who has ran all day in the mid-day sun and hasn’t had anything to drink all day. I was like a goblet of white wine made by the miracles of the Father, sitting in a goblet in the desert sun while hiding in the brush.

They were all still nude while searching for me, while touching themselves on their third eyes.

Beloved showed me how to hold salted water in my palms and turn it into white wine when we went exercising. "Use your gifts well," he warned as I sipped down the best vintage in thousands of years and fell hopelessly into his arms and ask him to make me whole again.

We drank handfuls of wine in the desert together at night and listened to the heavenly Father as he spoke to us in spiritual form under a star filled sky with too many gods to count. He drank the wine made in my hands and He kissed my fingertips after each sip.

"Thank you for giving me a reason to believe again," he said to me.

I felt intoxicated, like my fasting days in the desert, while hiding in a patch of thorn bushes from the Pharisees and those who worked as their soldiers from coins offered at the temple.

I breathed heavily while watching the authorities look for me in the spur just below.
I wasn’t yet prepared to die by hanging upside down on a crucifix and I badly wanted a handful of wine while fasting among the thorns.

I knew my time had not yet come and I had to remain hidden.

My Beloved appeared to me in a vision as I sat very still atop piles of dead thorn vines wishing not to be seen by those searching for me along the hillside.

Beloved didn’t speak to me while looking lovingly into my eyes as he waved and placed his finger under his chin, as to say, "Hold your head up, for yours is the Kingdom of God".

I watched him break into eleven sparrows and fly over the fortress and those looking for me.

I was tempted to start running again and follow the birds. They headed towards the shores of the Sea of Galilee and I wanted badly to swim away from the authorities. I wished the sea would swallow me or that I would be eaten by a whale somewhere offshore rather than die on the cross like most of His disciples already had.

I waited with hot flashes in the bushes until night fell. The sea called to me in a seductive tone but I didn’t come out from hiding. My heart beat like a drum in the stillness of the bushes while the thorns of dead vines tore into my naked ass while they kept searching for me in the darkness of night.

The wands of fire lighting the hillside did not frighten me as I fell into the arms of the Father in prayer and remained hidden.

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shall be called Sons of God," said a voice of a female standing behind me in the darkness of the thicket.

I turned and saw Mary, with her hands on her hips and smiling at me.

"Thank God you are here, Mary of Magdalena!" I cried. "I saw our lord riding into Jerusalem on the foul of a donkey and his spirit has been unleashed upon the chosen ones of the Father. Help girl, they are trying to rape me."

"Relax darling, I’ll show you how to handle those sweet, handsome and rich men," replied the woman who knew Him well, just like I.