Jesus Christ IS A Superstar

I think that for Easter, I will do some character play.  Because all beings on Earth are demonic, except for God, they are incomplete, but this play can bring some becomings.  Years ago, I made Jesus Christ, Jeff Forrest.  Nothing escapes Jesus's eyes.  He was a demon then, and is truly one now.  He blamed God at The Garden of Gethsemene, and I worked, as a soldier, to make him a being who would finally take responsibility for his spiritual destiny.  He is the best mercenary for South America.  He will go into the jungles and fight all that is naturally there.  His natural alchemy will bring many plants and bugs who are medicinal. Columbia will be pure at that time.  His crucificxion had to do with the very dramatic person he is underneath.  He is brooding darkness, but loves Phantom of the Opera, and Les Miserables.  Maybe he wanted to keep that secret from Insane Clown Posse.  I believe that those two CLOWNS were the two thieves that were crucified with JC.  Like him, then and now, they are active serial killers, and tremendously flippant about sexuality.  Feminists would call them brutally offensive, but I say, look at the mamas and sisters that raised them and then dictate who is cruel and offensive.  I was not Mary Magdalin, she really had a bit part.  He and I had a raging and sometimes sweet sexual journey.  It was prolific and fruitful, and he helped me find the child that I needed to really to be for all society.  Mary Magdalin was Jenifer Watson.  She was a coke whore I met in Marion County PRISON.  Her "niggas" were the defensive line players for The Colts.  She had come from a law enforcement family, and she had a tattoo of a rose done with a guitar string by Axel Rose, at The Viper Room. She lifted up her gown and showed me.  It was just above her venus mound.  I got her released to serve them, and keep me from that dangerous doorway.  Jeff worked with them, and greased their wheels at times (he is DEA), and he would not have appreciated their vulgar verbalizations that would just not have been true.  Jeff knew that people had tried to label me a prostitute from birth, but I never ever would consider that path.  He knew that it was cruel and evil massive molestation, from birth, that made me the being that he NEEDED me to be in that vicinity. We did not speak of my past.  I made sure that Jennifer and Jeff never collided.  I introduced her to The Cold Case detective.  Detective Lappin did make it happen, and she was found dismembered in a dumpster behind Marion County's old secondary jail facility.  It took a few years because it was not in use.  The timing was right because Jeff would have been blamed, and the "psychic" detectives of IPD would have framed Jeff because they sensed that former life association.  She also wanted to be found completely decomposed and unrecognizable.  She had had it with being just another pretty face.  Yes, Peyton, things would have become RAGE if we had become even associated in Indianapolis.  The Line Deputy was always with me.  He is a starman, was not in this Biblical play, but a real danger in all spaces and times for this little being.  It means that he is the best protector for me, especially when I am creating, on Earth and universally.  He is very special to me.  I will just say that I have worked through the past life studies of Biblical times, and I just say that Jesus Christ was a bastard.  Joseph, I will not identify his current identity of this lifetime here, was impotent, and knew it.  His BROTHER, who is Jeff's father now, Jack Forrest, was his biological father and known uncle.  They were traveling "salesmen' (early drug trade) and carpenters.  They went to India to trip hard, and eventually studied Buddhism.  James Forrest, was Jesus's (and is Jeff's brother in this life) brother, and was fathered by Jack as well.  In those days, he went my John.  Peter is my brother and he started the Catholic Church.  He and Jeff are not a friend match, then or now, but they counter balance well, and their abilities COMPETE, thus making them more complete than anyone on the planet, then or now.  My mother, Mary, was Mary, and knew that Jeff would die of an early death of disease if he was not crucified, thus she let the politics take their course.  He then became a martyr that can never be matched.  She saw that as afterlife currency, and thus he would be cared for.  She did not believe in resurrection, thus denied this reality until her death.  My sister, Anne, was an "angel" then, and gave Jesus MORPHINE from the sky so that he would die and not be in pain.  (She is a quiet world expert now in the medical profession.)  This is why I had such a violent reaction to Morphine at a hospital in Indianapolis.  It was his pain and active paralysis that I took so that it would never happen to him again.