This is the story I submitted to be published by Penguin, but the outline was rejected. Possibly it is beacuse it was rough, and written in the first person, however the sentiment remains in this, the second draft. It is in red because these are my words.
Where does the story of Christ begin? Well as I have said elswhere, it begins in the land of the underworld, planet Pluto or maybe the moon of Plotu, Charon, I'm not certain.. Anyway there s a room there, where I live when I'm not here, and it is the place where I spent the last 2000 years, from my death about the year 70, until 28th July 1955 when I was born.
Some people, myself included, believe Christ, or The Messiah as he was accused of being, is the greatest human being who ever lived in the universe, other people have not heard of him, or don't believe he existed, despite all the bible stories.
Before you read this story there are a number of other books you should read.
It is recommended that you attend at least a year of weekly church services in an Anglican, not just Christian Church, because the Roman Catholic sevice is fundamentally different from the Anglican one. Peope confess to a priest in a Catholic church, but only to God in an Anglican one. A bell is rung to announce the presence of God in a Catholic service, but is present all the time in an Anglican church, the pope does not believe in contraception, abortion or divorce, but anglicans believe in planned and responsible families and recommend only two children for population replacement. The Anglicans say the Nicene Creed at every service, (or should) and do not believe in satan, only evil men.
You will meet the parishoners, and experience the seasons of the church year. It doesn't cost a lot, only $10 or what you can afford.
Then you should read, The New Testamen of the bible, or at least the books of Mathey, Mark, Luke and John, then,The Greatest Faith Ever Known by Erston Oursler, A Way in the World, by V.S. Naipaul, and Red Sorghum, by Mo Yang.
Paradise-Cold Play
In this place, I was preparing for my birth. My mother's father, (my Grandfather), my mother and my father were already in place on earth. My life for the next 2,000 years until my birth in 1955 was complete, but I had no memory of it. So too was the next 3,000 years after this. I remember parts of it.
God said to me, not in an audible voice, but in the voice in my head I recognise, "Use your right thumb, and gouge out your right eye". Immediately I did it, and waited. it didn't hurt too much. Then God said, "Now gouge out your left eye." I did it, and God said,"Irrigate".
Thereputic irrigation is when you clean the eye socket, using alcohol. It is what I used, and it hurt like hell. After that, God said "Now remove the top of your scalp." I did it. Then, "now take a cold chizel and remove the top of your skull". Then I performed a "frontal lobodomy on yourself". The operation was not painful. It was something I understood, and it prepared for my life as Christ on earth. It is not something which is recorded in teh bible, but I am certain it is something which is written in the 'scriptures' belonging to the Catholic Church.
After that, or around that time, God also asked me what sort ofmill I wanted. It was my choice to decide between a water powered mill, and a windmill, both technologies existed at the time. After thinking about it, I decided a water powered mill would be better, because even though wind power would work even if there was drought, a mill would be useless without grain, and if there was no rain, there would be no grain either.
Major Richard "Dick" D. Winters (January 21, 1918 – January 2, 2011)[1] was a United States Army officer and decorated war veteran. He commanded Company "E", 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division, during World War II.
Although the bible says I was born in a house in Bethlehem, which I believe must have been my father's mother's house, (who I later came to know as Gig), most of my growing up was with my mother in her father's home which was the mill. Gig's house in Bethlehem was a large one, but by the time I was born the city was under Roman occupation, so the family had been ejected, just as many Jews and French lost their homes to the Nazi's during world war II. If anything the Roman occupation would have been worse, as far as brutality was concerned. Fortunately there was census, so everybody had to return to the city of their birth for that. The bible story is well known, so I needn't go into details, except to say that my father, as well as being a carpenter, was a cobbler, making shoes for extra income. Many will find that hard to believe, but it is a fact.
There had been a guerilla war against the Romans. It wasn't just a rough band of untrained farmers fighting the legions with sticks and slingshots, but well organised hit and run squads who attacked when the soldiers least expected it, but they had lost, and my father had been punished along with many of the other Jews. Although it was "cheating" because modern sergical instruments hadn't been invented yet, I did make some needles available to my father's women friends, who used them to stich up the wounds of the men.
It was most likely that my parents were coming from a property his family had near the sea of Galilee. Because the bible says (Mark 1-9) "Not long afterward Jesus came from Nazareth in the province of Galilee, and was baptised by John in the Jordan."
(Luke 2-4) Joseph went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to the town of Bethlehem in Judea, the birthplace of King David. page 2