(Cont.)
Then, when the wild man left off speaking, all the multitudes answered as one, with a thunderous voice that resembled the crashing down of many skyscrapers in a controlled demolition; and their words were as follows: “Thank you, Volcano.”
Then, once the atmosphere stopped quaking from the noise of the multitudes’ reply, the multitudes continued their speech, saying: “We love you so much, O Volcano. You have been a good guide to us. We appreciate all that you have taught us. You have been extremely generous. You brought us up, out of the Empire, and saved us from working bad jobs for low pay, laboring long hours with little dignity, and you performed amazing sorceries in our sight, and preserved us in all these Indian lands, and among all the people with whom we danced and played. Therefore we will serve you as our GOD.”
At this moment, Yeshua the Zealot resurrected; and, overhearing the end of the people’s speech, before he was carried up into heaven, he said in a loud voice: “You cannot serve my Father: for he is holy and jealous; he will not forgive your transgressions nor your sins, if you keep all these strange new deities alongside him – these gods to whom the natives from the lands where we have toured have introduced you – my Father will turn and do you hurt, and consume you, even after all these favors he has shown you.”
But the multitudes said to Yeshua: “Nay, not your Father; but we will serve the volcano of potential.”
And as Yeshua the Zealot began to be parted from them, as he was hovering upwards, he yelled back at the multitudes:
“You are witnesses against yourselves that you have rejected my Father!”
Then he disappeared into the clouds, and a moment later there was the noise of a war trumpet, and the resurrected body of Yeshua was seen coming back down out of the clouds with a shout, and he was holding in his arms two tablets of stone, on which had been written the “New Covenant” with the finger of Jehovah. And he cast these stone tablets onto the hill, before the Tabernacle of Potential. And as he was heading back up into the sky, Yeshua said unto all the people: “Behold, these stones shall be a witness against you: that you have denied your biological Deity.”
And it remains unclear why Yeshua acted so ornery after his death.
So that’s how it came to pass that Yeshua the Zealot, the anointed son of Jehovah, died in battle, and was parted from the multitudes, and then was raised from the dead, and taken up into heaven, whereupon he returned a second time, and delivered a New Testament with his blood, which the people rejected. And he was an hundred and ten years old, on that day when he rose again; and three days after that, he came back to earth in glory, after which he suffered the second death.
And Jehovah of the Armies sent his errand boy, and he took the body, and wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock, in the garden that was nearby the place where the Empire used to commit crucifixions: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulcher, and departed.
Thus they buried Yeshua in a tomb in Palestine, where he remains to this day.
And they also finally buried the mummy of Joseph, in an ornate vault in a gorgeous area of the same garden, in the glowing sarcophagus that Moses had been conveying alongside him all the while when he was alive, and which be bequeathed to Yeshua the Zealot after his burial.
And Yahweh Peor made a gentlemen’s agreement with Jehovah of the Armies, and they went their separate directions peacefully.
And the multitudes of the workforce that overlived Yeshua re-elected the Volcano to be their Creator.
Lastly, King Bryan’s robotic son Satyajit was taken to Jupiter in a fiery chariot; and the Volcano fashioned an effigy of him from many precious metals and gemstones and jewels, and buried this doll within a hill that he owned. And Satyajit was survived by his mechanical offspring, Man, the artificial grandchild of King Bryan.
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