Save Jesus – An Allegory of Belief

Yes, you read that correctly. I’m going to take a “leap of faith” into the subject of beliefs, namely the spiritual variety. Starting with the definition of Belief according to- thefreedictionary.com:

1. The mental act, condition, or habit of placing trust or confidence in another: “My belief in you is as strong as ever.”
2. Mental acceptance of and conviction in the truth, actuality, or validity of something: “His explanation of what happened defies belief.”
3. Something believed or accepted as true, especially a particular tenet or a body of tenets accepted by a group of persons.

Belief systems and their origins can be a complicated and controversial subject and take one down vast roads and rabbit holes. They can be learned but are often something felt within. Beliefs are and should be an entirely personal choice. Throughout my years of research and study of spiritual subjects, I have decided that there are five types of spiritual belief systems:

• Those who claim they don’t believe in God but admit that there is some energy source that created the universe and all of us. They are likely the people who will yelp “God save me!” when shit hits the fan.
• The fear-based group who think that anyone who isn’t part of their group should be squashed like a bug.
• The devout Christians who constantly state “Jesus is our King and Savior”, “Jesus saved me”, and try to convince you to join their church as they look down their nose at you.
• The extreme spiritual types who drape crystals on every part of their body and think they can manifest soap out of thin air.
• And then, the remainder who might be in the fringes of those groups and simply walk quietly in their faith. They talk to God frequently and believe there was a Jesus. They might have crystals on their windowsills and meditate on the Solstice. They still buy soap at the grocery store.

There is nothing wrong nor right to any of these groups. The snarky comments are mine alone. A belief in something or someone is based upon an individual’s energetic frequency level, and their heart-based feeling. But the basis of belief is in a Higher Being, Source Energy, a Creator of All, regardless of the name placed upon it. We came into being somehow, even if some are convinced that we originated from an ape. (So how did the ape get here, might I ask?)

To throw in the mix is another category, what I like to call the “Mean People”. They don’t believe in God, much less Jesus. They believe in Other Things. They hate humans. They worship power and money and like to take both from you. You can tell who they are by looking in their eyes – dead, flat, no soul shining within. Some have cobra eyes, that dead stare that sucks you in right before they bite you. Yes, creepy as fuck.

But getting back to Jesus. . .

I believe that God created each one of us, through a Divine Spark placed within a human body. Our purpose was to explore life in physical form in order to grow our spirit, which grows God, and to give and receive love. We were conveyed the Divine Right to joy, love, prosperity, abundance, and freedom. However, we agreed to forget our conscious connection to God to achieve this growth without the knowledge of perfection. But as we matured spiritually, we would remember and re-ignite the desire to know God within our soul.

Well, that went reasonably well for quite some time, but the Mean People multiplied too. They figured out how they could manipulate the humans through fear and then it got out of hand. Drunken orgies and that kind of thing. They came up with devious methods to take power and money away from the humans. The people became tired and unhappy. God got angry but determined that it wouldn’t be beneficial to wipe out Earth and start over. Waste of resources and all that. So, God created Jesus. A pure, Divine Spark in a human body, but with full remembrance of the God-connection. Someone who could talk to the humans and remind them just Who it was that put them here. A “come to Jesus” sort of meeting. (I couldn’t help using that reference.)

So, there He was, talking with anyone who would listen, reminding them that they were of God and could-and should- be living a joyful, loving, abundant life. I envision Jesus as an awesome big brother. The brother who would take you camping in the woods, roast you a perfect marshmallow, and scare you shitless with the worst ghost story imaginable. Then when you woke in the early hours, terrified, he’d be in his sleeping bag between you and the tent opening with a club by his side. Snoring peacefully. The brother who would toss you in a pond, then teach you how to swim. Or sit with you in the backyard, patiently explaining to you how a dandelion is not much different from a human: you can choose to see a weed, or you can choose to see a flower, but God made both, so both are perfection and can renew themselves endlessly.

I believe he was married and raised children (his time of death could have been mis-reported; it’s a common theme), because how could he counsel such things without direct knowledge? In short, I believe Jesus was a teacher, who was sent here to help us remember that God lives within each of us and that we are capable of creating a life of our dreams. A life of freedom to explore and learn. A life of joy, with meaningful activities that create beautiful things and provide what we need. (He was a carpenter.) To teach us that abundance is having everything that we need and enjoy (and not just to impress the neighbors). All that crap about poverty being a virtue was made up by the Mean People so they could take more of your things.

But all the while he was busy building cabinets and telling us to talk to God every day, the Mean People were grilling their minions about this new guy in town. They threatened them by withholding food, by taking their money, by putting them in house arrest, and to some, death. Jesus was a direct threat to the existence of the Mean People, but he just got louder. They didn’t much like that. And you know how all that turned out. Do you get why I call them “Mean People”?

So, this narrative of “Jesus died for our sins”, well, I don’t think you really understand the whole story. He died because very few people stood up for him. The rest of the sorry-ass population were so scared of the Mean People – even though they outnumbered them a thousand to one – that they rolled over and gave him up. So, what if the Mean People had all the money, power and maybe weapons? Many a time in later history an army of peasants with pitchforks and brooms took out a group of soldiers to regain their freedom. One wonders why that didn’t happen in Jesus’ time.

And then there is this “Second Coming” deal. Yes, it will probably happen, but not until we current crop of humans get off our lazy-asses and do some saving of our own. Really, if you were He, would you be all excited to come back? Probably not. The Mean People beat the fuck out of Him the first time; and now, they’ve got worse weapons. If you want the Second Coming to hurry up and get here, and to be saved by Jesus, then you better get busy to save Him.

Take a good look at your life. Do you whine and complain that nothing works for you? Is your body a mess? Do you have difficult relationships? What about that job – does it make you crabby, but you make good money? Get busy and clean up your act. Save yourself first. Dig down deep and find the love within you. Remind yourself that you are a Divine Child of God. Remember that God’s decree is that you live joyfully, abundantly, and lovingly. You have the right to freedom and prosperity. Pure health is a gift. Own your power and stand strong in your beliefs. Become the person that Jesus saved. Only then will the Mean People go away. Remember that 1,000 years of peace we were promised? How ‘bout we make that forever?

Just imagine what antics your Big Brother Jesus has planned for you when peace is restored. I’m sharpening my marshmallow stick. How about you?