Last night I had a dream.
I dreamed I was Jesus, coming back to planet earth, as promised.
When I got there I noticed there was nobody there!
T'was not what I had foreseen.
It didn't really shock me though.
"Never underestimate the genius of the crowd" I thought, triggered by memorizing a famous quote from archangel Charles Bukowski.
Anyway, I hovered around the planet three times.
Scrutinizing the muted silence.
Half way underway I heard a rooster crow.
I wondered where the little red fucker was hiding.
I hesitated to quickdraw my Colt 45 caliber peacemaker, dangling gayly down my left hip. I'll catch it later I thought.
I've a quick hand with guns you know!
Which instantly reminded me of Barry Long's extended elaborations on clitoral betrayel.
Barry Long used to talk about that subject all the time , and it had always haunted and puzzled me.
My God! What in 'my own name' had I betrayed?!
Had I wrongly tried to redeem female fellow redeemers?
My Minds Eye popped out in sheer despair!
What the fuck?!
Had I missed something of importance?!
Some sensitive spot?!
Had I missed some left turn?!
Or a chance to win back my dignity?!
Unfortunately Barry is long dead.
I can't phone or WhatsApp him anymore to clear the confusion.
It was said he died of prostate cancer.
I remember meeting him in the park during a lull in between discourses in Eindhoven, the Netherlands.
I was sitting on a park bench with Beatrice beside me, trying to repair her broken sandal.
I saw Barry approaching in joyful pace and grace, accompanied by seven beautiful young maidens.
A thought came to my mind: "He's not the Master of the West!... He is the Master of the 'Love Penis' he so frequently talks about!"
Seven young ladies are no match for a professional stud like him!
As the lot graciously passed by I asked Barry if he had a match on him for me to repair my lady's shoe.
Barry slowed down his pace and answered "Unfortunately not, my dear fellow!"
We smiled at each other and Barry said: "Sir, you are the Noble Man!", leaving me a bit baffled.
'The Noble Man' was also an item he talked often about, pointing at the attribute of the 'love penis' as the instrument of fullfiment for all women on the planet. "The Noble Way!"
Gracefully the troop slowly vanished in the distance, leaving Beatrice and me behind in wonder.
At that very moment I felt like the poet Dante, meeting his muse at the bridge in Bologna - and who had always been my favorite poet since I read his Divine Comedy
But that's another story.
Now back to my Jesus dream!
I heard a rooster crow!
Five times!
There however was no rooster.
There was just the crowing.
It sure was a Zen moment of forever!
I held my breath!
My heart was throbbing loud.
I thought: "Awareness sees everything if only you believe in it!"
"My father must be God allright"
He is omni Aware! Of course!
By fire and sword!
And in my dream I was a 100% Jesus! 😊
No such thing as time and space were part of the scene while I was dreaming.
Standing in the shoes of Jesus is not a walk in the park! Not everyone can do that!
Anyway, there was no one in sight for many miles and I didn't bother to count my blessings, being the only anointed one in town.
Even in my dream I knew there is no distance, and I also knew that reality dances on top of a needle!
Wouter van Oord.
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