The Fields of Gold

we walked in...

geo-location: latitude 50.515118, longitude 18.768940

time: unspecified but in one of the Little Swirls

I’ve invited Joshua for a stroll in the field of corn -- will travel to sit down in my O.R. cave a little later, for now, we’ve moved spacetime a little bit to a field of corn that doesn’t exist anymore but is a vivid childhood memory.

(picture Jesus Christ Superstar walking into the distance in a desert)

We’ve walked in silence for a while now. Time seems not to exist here. It’s a hot summer day, noon. The field is a sea of yellow, uninterrupted into the horizon, except red poppies and blue cornflowers here and there, or an itinerant bird passing right in front of our noses.

I remembered reading the eponymous volumes of Brandstaetter’s Jesus of Nazareth. It began with two men carrying the body of John, through desert, on a summer’s noon.

- Josh..

- yes, you can ask.. (he smiled)

- what was that conversation with Pontius when he mentioned the Truth?

- Pilate and I were friends, more than that. That’s what the truth was.

- what was the truth?

I knew the answer, but I still wanted him to say it for the record. Many historians wrote entire philosophical dissertations about the truth, based on this conversation between Pilate and Jesus during the famous trial.

- the truth was Pilate was gay, and I knew it.. and he knew the true reason I was there in front of him. The same.

Pilate was obsessed with me.

- is this why he destroyed the Temple? to get your attention..

- he would come patrolling our town habitually, getting into rows, overthrowing merchant tables, looking for me.. Pilate and my father were friends, both served in the Roman army. He saved my life. He released me and helped me escape this fictitious trial. Sanchedrin went after me because I was openly gay. I tried to form the first open LGBTQ community.

- you were seen traveling to Emaus with your friends, where were you headed?

- yes, i was on my way to Egypt.. when we were spotted, Thomas couldn’t believe i was alive, so many of our LGBTQ friends died they thought i was too.

Josh had a handful of rye in his palm, he gathered as we walked. He ate the rye, and shared some with me.

- what happened to John? John the Baptist.

- John and i were very close. He gathered crowds, people flocked to his sermons on a hill. I often accompanied him.

- were you in love with him?

- yes.

My conversation with Joshua from Nazareth continued for quite a while. He described historical events in true light. He spoke at length about the persecution of LGBTQ Jewish people at the time, their inability to form communities, and write their stories. He described the trial, and death he brushed briefly with. The angry crowd shouting: “crucify him, he’s a homosexual”. Jewish language re sexuality was forbidden in those times, so metaphors were used instead. To describe homosexuality, the Gospel writers used the metaphor of sharing bread, and drinking wine. The Last Supper recounts what ordinarily took place behind closed doors: intimate closeness. The story of Jewish gay community emerges beautifully from the four gospels, a single reason they were written.

My objective reality investigation reveals much more. As I was listening to Josh, it became clearer how much dust lay on the true story of Jesus, who never really existed. Ages distorted memories and accounts. The passage of time merged three most prominent personas into one, ascribing their stories to the one story of Jesus.

The Joshua from Nazareth was a gay man. Jesus was a composite God.

Josh was a humble man, gentle, and very shy. He was handsome, a magnet Empath that drew attention of other gay men like Pontius Pilate, or Judas. He denies having made speeches to crowds, it was his lover John who did. These gatherings were attracting mostly the society’s outcasts, the downtrodden, the poor, the LGBTQ. Sharing bread was a metaphor for emotional intimacy, and the healing effect those had on the gathered. This was the only miracle, and it was a true miracle.

John, Pontius Pilate and Joshua, had been known to be intimately connected. Oral history merged them into a composite a hundred years later: Jesus Christ.

Another layer of dust covered the composite in the next centuries: miracles were added after the Gospels were written, in 345 AD in Nicea. Caesar Constantin changed the name of Joshua, to Jesus in order to legitimize the newly formed religion: Christianity. It was strictly a political move, an attempt to compete with the prevailing god that ruled the ancient regions including Judaea and Egypt: Horus. Caesar Constantin with a single stroke of a pen wrote: Jesus, and with the new name change, created a new God. Joshua from Nazareth was a humble carpenter. Jesus was a regal name, it matched Horus.

In this reality investigation, I’ve carefully removed the dust from the pages of history, stripping the myth from the Man. This is the true story of Josh from Nazareth.