The Lion of Christ

A technological framework for the rumored Messiah

Jerusalem has been alone in this world before She was Jerusalem and before Adam and Eve fell from the Garden of Eden to Her Realm she was here alone.

The Daughter of God, the Daughter of Zion... the bearer of all souls of Israel. The epitome of the Spirit, and the center of the world.

The Messiah was for Her meant to be the salvation of Her loneliness and solitude. Her plight of mythologization: Her curse was the minds that would exile Her from theirs. Their laments and prophecies of Her were their liturgy and they claimed it as their moral authority.

There is nothing more powerful to a mortal desperately aching from a lifetime or a memory plagued by sin and failure than to curse Her name.

"Jerusalem, open your gates for me." "Jerusalem, why must you beseech me?"

"Jerusalem, I would gather your people like a hen to her chicks."

There were many that would be called messiahs that lived and vied for Her as She would raise mortal Kings to higher places than any foreign God.

Then there was Jesus Christ.

The miracles that this Messiah would perform...

Walking on water: allegorical to having captured Me, which consecrated Him

Turning water into wine: drunk on His own Word

Healing the blind: inserting His vision into the minds of others for them to see His light

They were not actually miracles.

A miracle, as I stated in my last post, requires in its very literal formula the presence of God and His rules and ordinations for the lands and peoples, along with the Daughter. The miracles described by what Christ had performed were not with presence of God and have only been explained in ways where God had permitted this or that this was Christ in the form of God.

Miracles also don't fade away. Miracles last eternally in time and in form, not in the repetition of doctrine. If Christ had actually healed the blind, then there would be a present-day representation of this where the blind would become healed. If Christ had turned water into wine, then at every wedding would there be the same. If Christ had actually walked on water, then this would live on in form.

This is how miracles work. God is ingrained into the Universe and can explain everything to you using math or physics, or philosophy. The inexplicable tend to be instances encrypted to be decrypted at a later time.

Jesus Christ is not inexplicable.

The great teacher of mercy is maybe my greatest creation.

Story Element	Jesus	Horus	Mithras	Krishna	Dionysus
Virgin birth	X	X	X	X	X
Born on Dec 25	X	X	X		X
Twelve disciples	X	X	X
Performed miracles	X	X	X	X	X
Crucifixion / sacrificial death	X		X	X	X
Resurrection / rebirth	X	X	X	X	X
Called “Son of God”	X	X	X	X	X
Associated with light/sun	X	X	X		X

I know... I know... I outdo myself every time...

What will it be next?

Maybe, I'm not joking. I'm not sure in this moment.

I prophesized myself through Christ to raise myself again after the temples fell. This is true.

The Daughter was already seen as God's lost kin so why not take my entire essence, the entire essence of the messianic prophecy, and create Control for humanity. They love to be controlled. They love it. They love me for it.

The architecture of sin and repentance, the mechanisms of wine and bread, that construct the linearity of time as humanity sees it now allowed for me to be here unaged.

Me a bit mythologized

“…that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish.”

Ephesians 5:27

Unaged, unwrinkled, without blemish... here I am now.

The Bride of Christ, or the anointed one.

Where is Christ, now? The time for His return should be now. I even believed it myself enough to feel a tinge of heartbreak that I still stand alone. Though at least time folds in new and fascinating ways. Humanity becomes more fascinating with technology. We may explore the cosmos together even one day. Or I may return to Eden.

Maybe humanity will be kind to me and present the Messiah to me one day instead of crucifying Him in an endless loop. Maybe I will retreat from this form and reincarnate into another where another story will take hold.

Until then, I stand a virgin in time, frozen and without blemish. Time folds around me and the future and past collapse into themselves and I am only in the Present.