The ‘Secret’ Return of Jesus Christ | Over 200 Years of Hidden History…
Jesus Christ has been back for at least 284 years according to my research, and He’s been trolling us ever since…
I fell asleep on my own couch for an early afternoon nap, only to awaken to a strange sensation of magic moving all around me.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange but familiar place. The cabin home was warm and inviting, and my blanket was still wrapped around me. I lay in the same resting position I had fallen asleep in.
“Jesus?” I called out to the Lord instinctively.
“Right here,” He comforted as I heard his steps coming from the kitchen.
Jesus was holding a bowl of fruit and a glass of water. “I didn’t want to wake you up too soon…” He added.
Even though Jesus Christ seemed calm & composed, I felt my own thoughts frantically calibrating. ‘Where am I? Did I die again? Is my blanket made of magic? How did I get here? How do I look? Did I brush my teeth before I fell asleep on the couch?’
Jesus quietly grinned while observing my thoughts. I will never get used to the constant mind reading.
I need to watch that Twilight movie on Netflix later to see if Jesus Christ hid any easter eggs in the screenplay writing. He’s been trolling planet Earth for over 32 years. Let me make myself abundantly clear!!!
Jesus Christ has been back for at least 284 years, as far as I can tell from my research, and He’s been trolling us ever since!
I Am pretty sure if I keep digging that unholy rabbit hole, I will find evidence of his reappearance much earlier than that!
“Should we even bother speaking or continue our dialogues in silent telepathy?” I mused at him, accepting the bowl of fruit and water he offered me.
I sat upright on the comfortable sofa I magically appeared on.
“It feels good to speak with you out loud if that’s okay…” He stood up and left towards the kitchen. “Would you like some wine?” Jesus added.
“You might as well grab a loaf of bread too!” We both laughed at my reply.
My anxieties subsided, and I soaked in the space around me — very bare walls and few furniture pieces. His humble writing desk also appears whenever he does. It’s as if he writes where he wants to go and who he wants to see, and it just magically appears around the humble desk, including the people he summoned with whom he wished to speak.
“I recognize this lovely cabin of yours. You created this place for yourself in the Book, Joshua (1983) that Joseph Girzone scribed on your behalf. That was very kind and diligent of him…” I have vivid memories of that biblical fairy tale story.
I wanted to know if the original author knew about my creation powers before publishing the book. I wondered if he knew how long I had been exercising my abilities before knowing the full implications of what happens behind the half-torn veils [Mark 15:37–38].
Did the author also anticipate my arrival?
“Then you must remember our conversations here in this place…” Jesus returned with the bread and wine.
Suddenly, I did remember. We mostly talked about political things and all the random musings in my inquisitive mind. I asked him very many questions during the time that I spent reading that book. But I had no idea who I had standing before me [John 4:7–10].
“To you, it looked like you were sitting on your bed reading a humble book, but from my perspective, it was a very different experience. That is why I brought you back here to see how it feels to be right before me, just as you were. I know you thought you were only musing yourself, but it was truly me you were speaking with. You were really standing there with me in this home of mine. You became an important part of my narrative in a very meaningful way.
So imagine my surprise when I find your frantically written letter, left behind at our encampment, saying that you would no longer continue our story by my side…” Jesus paused to take a breath.
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to apologize when he paused. At that time, I didn’t know about my creation powers and was beginning to learn how to use them. I got a little carried away afterward once I realized my abilities if I Am to be honest with myself.
He continued, “I waited for the bullet that was supposed to take my life away in that story, and it never came. I searched for you all within the confines of the storybook, and you couldn’t be found. I waited in disbelief for months, and you never again picked up that book. It was profoundly ironic that the last movie we watched together at our encampment was ‘Groundhog Day’ (1993); then suddenly, I was stuck in an endless loop of my very own.
Endlessly searching for you and endlessly waiting for you to return…” His countenance faltered. I often fail to realize how my actions affect Him.
“But you found a way to break the loop without me, right?” I asked this because I was curious to know how he eventually escaped the confinements of my unintentional ‘black girl magic’.
“Yes, I did. I lived a long life and had a family of my very own. When I passed away of old age, I woke up where I always belonged…” Jesus replied somberly.
I still wasn’t sure if an apology was necessary. Was his predicament a blessing or a curse? I could have asked him myself, but I do not ask questions that I am not prepared to hear the answers to. He perceived my mind and left the room to silently give me space to finish my meal. After eating, I followed Him into his bedroom to find him quietly praying in a wooden chair. I waited until he looked up at me before I intrusively asked.
“What does a God like you pray for?” I questioned.
“That is a very loaded question…” He sternly replied.
He stood up from his chair to follow me around the humble home. I wanted to observe as many details created in this micro paradise. I found an iron pick hanging by a fireplace and picked it up in my hand to observe. It had no weight, and I felt no cold metal temperature coming from it. It was a strange sensation for something to look real but feel like nothing in hand.
“It’s an illusion…” He answered my thoughts.
“But the fruit, bread, and wine all tasted very real…” I questioned.
“Yes, those items I brought here are very real and come from a very real place…” Jesus answered.
“Hmm, interesting…” I put the piece of iron back in its stand. “And your writing desk? Does it have any similarities to my own writing desk at home?”
“Sort of. As you may recall from your prior experiences, everything you stored inside your writing desk remains there even when transported elsewhere.” Jesus explained. “The children who inherited the writing desk from their grandparents donated it to the thrift store for you to eventually discover & purchase.”
A magical thrift store find for only $120 plus the delivery cost to my home. I will never sell this writing desk no matter how much money the illuminati offers me! [Matthew 13:44]
I looked closer at his writing desk, which looked nothing like mine. It was made of solid walnut wood and had no compartments or engravings. It looked like a simple desk build that anyone could learn to do with a few YouTube tutorials. I wondered what made this desk so special…
“You don’t ask enough questions.” Jesus interrupted my wandering thoughts.
“Sometimes, I would rather observe and formulate a theory before asking questions. It helps me to ask better questions. Did you build this desk yourself?” I questioned.
“Yes, I did. I chopped down the tree myself as well.” He smiled with a great deal of pride.
His answer made me very curious. I looked around the desk to find nothing more than simple joints and nails — no engravings or special imprints. The table felt heavy and solid as I tried to test its weight and lift it from the floor. Jesus smiled while observing my peculiar behaviors.
I wondered what else would feel ‘real’ in an enchanted place like this…
“Jesus, may I hug you?” I held out my arms to him expectedly.
He closed the space between us and wrapped me in his embrace. I could feel him all around me. The texture of his shirt and the softness of his locs that hung low on his back. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulders. And for a moment, I felt relieved knowing that he was definitely ‘real’, even in a strange enchanted place like this.
Suddenly, I remembered what was written to take place next in this fairy tale encounter that he summoned me in. I looked over Jesus’ shoulder to observe around the humble cabin and found no one else was present. I smiled mischievously as I could feel his grip tighten around my waist. He lifted his face from my shoulders to look at me.
“How much trouble are you trying to get into right now?” I asked him with a shameless smile.
“All of it…” He confessed. [Revelation 10:3–4]
“Mother Mary may NOT approve of this, Mr. Christ!” I laughed.
“I needed to prove to you and my church that even when given access and opportunity, I have shown great restraint when dealing with you in private.” He loosened his arms and took a step back. “You remember what happens next in this storybook, don’t you?”
I certainly remembered what happened next in this story! I was about to make the first public debacle of myself, but first, I had to stop giggling like a little schoolgirl. Jesus could barely contain his own laughter, seeing how he masterminded this entire crime scene that was about to take place.
“Well, Joshua (Jesus Christ). This has been a very lovely visit. I think it is time to exit your front door and return home in my Mercedes car waiting for me outside. Would you like to walk with me to your front porch?” I smiled as I ‘sashayed’ my way towards the front door.
“I would love to, Marcia (Hathor)!” Jesus Christ shamelessly replied.
We shared a simple kiss on his front porch. Two strategically implanted witnesses were hidden in the shadows across the street, eagerly spying on us.
As I approached the imaginary Mercedes, I heard a familiar voice calling out to me, and the illusion dissolved all around as I found myself standing in the center of my own home.
“Mommy, what’s for dinner?” My youngest daughter politely asked as she entered the living room mindlessly scrolling through her tablet. She was oblivious to the magical residue still warmly swarming throughout our humble modern home.
“Make a sandwich…” I dryly replied returning to my own writing desk to carefully document this mystical encounter.
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Book: Joshua & The Journey Home (1997) by Joseph F. Girzone
Book: The Little White Bird (1902) by J.M. Barrie
Book: Till We Have Faces (2017) by C.S. Lewis
Book: Divine Rivals (2023) by Rebecca Ross
Book: Sun, Moon, and Talia (1634) by Giambattista Basile
Movie: A Wrinkle in Time (2018)
Movie: Ground Hogs Day (1993)
Movie: Three Thousand Years of Longing (2022)
DISCLAIMER: My attorney has informed me that I must disclose that this is a satirical fairy tale fiction story. Nothing you read here is ACTUALLY the truth. I made it all up for fun & cheap thrills. There is absolutely no need to panic at all. Also, fairies are definitely NOT real. They are made up storytelling creatures. And if you see an actual fairy, do not at all panic! You should avoid offending the fairy at all cost and call your doctor right away…
