A continuation of Thread 105705
Curious about how my son was doing in the cruel world that I had given him I went back to 34AD to discover the mysteries surrounding the last year or so of jesus’ life. When I set off I was expecting to find a man of great power, a man with the charisma to lead an army into battle but what I found was a humble, noble man. A man going through life like any other in his time, a carpenter by trade and a man with the looks to pick up any girl he ever wanted but yet he was alone.
Wanting to get to know him more and find out how he had been living his life, what his childhood was like etc I went up to him and presented a problem only a trained carpenter could fix. There was an instant report between us, like we had been good friends for years that just hadn’t seen each other in a while. I looked him in his eyes, as he looked back, we smiled and I left.
The next day I returned, his work was the work of a master, I was so proud to have conceived such a handsome talented man but only two years away from his impending death I could all put wonder why, what happens to my son, what does he do to deserve such awful treatment and yet forever be immortalised in the eyes of the world in the years to follow.
I stayed there and to get to know him better every so often I would return with a new problem, we would talk, laugh but I would also be in awe of his work. I have to admit the more I got to know him the more I liked him, we would often gaze into each others eyes, only to quickly turn away before it got to intense. I know he is my son and the future ‘son of god’ or ‘king of the jews’ but I was starting to fall for him, his luscious, flowing dark brown hair, god like hazel eyes, this was a man that could tame anyone’s heart. Yet all the time that I had known jesus he had continued to be alone.
Having second thoughts about the whole thing I decided to go back and say my goodbyes to my son jesus, we were getting to close and I have to say I was starting to fall in love with him. I couldn’t believe it 32 years had gone by and the search to find the man of my dreams had taken me to the man of my own seed, conceived in an affair travelling through time.
And so I set off to say goodbye to my son, my secret love, the handsome man they called jesus for the very last time. When I got to his workshop I came across him with a frown on his face, jesus looked like a man who had just lost his soul and I asked him what was wrong. He wouldn’t say at first but after persisting, almost begging to find out what was making my love so gloom he told me. He said that over the past few months as we were getting to know each other that he had a growing sense of endearment for me, a tear came to his eye “all these years I’ve hidden who I really am” he cried “this is terrible, all this time from the fear of being caught and tortured I’ve kept it secret that I’m gay, I’ve always been gay but you dear friend you have light up my heart I can’t stop thinking about you” said jesus laying his heart, his soul and his pride in a bowl for me to feed on. “Please, go now I’ve offended you” tears running down his face.