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«Where two or three have gathered in my name – there I am with them.»

I look around: the academician has not yet had time to «hide beyond the horizon», but this is clearly not him. And the text is not his! But the text is very familiar to me! Really is?..

«This is Lord…» the alchemist turns artistically pale and strives to descend to four points.

I peer and wave my hand – not a greeting, but dismissively (forgive, Lord… if you are… somewhere… elsewhere).

«No, mate: if it was the Lord was there, he would have been elsewhere, not here, all the more so „unmanifested“! And this is the next „unthinkable spirit“. So, do not rush to drop the body – and at the same time dignity.»

«The wicked and adulterous race…»

«Well, well, buddy: calm down!» I do not show the slightest respect. At the same time, I don’t show the author either: «no need to hurry!» The society must be returned to a full-fledged citizen, but I’m not at all sure of the need for this comrade to «return»!

Despite the clarifications received, the alchemist cannot determine the line of conduct. As a result, he chooses the «middle», although not a golden one at all: he fixes himself in a semi-bend. That is, from the support on four points the guy left, but the courage to expand the chest is not enough. That’s the damned legacy of the past! Okay, let’s not rush things. At one time, «the burdens of heavy will fall, the dungeons will collapse – and freedom will take you joyfully at the entrance…» «Chains» is, of course, «chains of faith», and «dungeons» are «darkness of consciousness».

«Why do I see you „not from within myself“?» the first comer is upset with the move. The first counter he is: an academician is the first one found. «Why do I see you as if you are made of flesh and blood?»

«That’s because we are of flesh and blood!» I do not consider it necessary to feel sorry for a friend. Well, that is, I am selling him the truth without anesthesia, although I know that it is very painful.

Comrade qualitatively «turns pale» – and even «lack of availability» cannot prevent him from doing so.

«And what about me?! Why am I not..»

«The expression of horror» completely replaces the «pallor» «on the face of the first comer». I continue to kill the comrade of true life.

«Well, if you really are the Almighty, connect! Say «Be it!» – and it will be! As far as I remember, you threatened to «build the temple in three days»! So there was the temple, and here is just an image! Go ahead, man: act! Only about the «wicked people»… that’s no longer needed: there no fools here! You understand: there is no one to «hang noodles on the ears»! And nowhere!

«I…»

The man «frantically swallows saliva»: obviously did not expect such an excess of the truth of life.

«You are Jesus of Nazareth!» I do without a question mark. I do it like the surgeon: no pity – but in favor! The guy shudders and drooped shoulders.

«Yes, I am Jesus, the Son…»

«With a capital letter, please!»

I «make a test shot» without the slightest compassion to the object of work. And then: «if not me – then who?!» Jesus, who is the «Son», «pulls his shoulder» again, because he is confronted with reality again, even if not as primitive as Renan’s.

«I don’t understand you, son…»

«The son of my father!» I appear to be the first «at the microphone» again. «Just as real as your dad is a carpenter! Therefore, let’s better – without the „fathers“ and „sons“! At a minimum, don’t claim a capital letter: „walk“ with a capital letter! Otherwise, I will demand proof!»

«The wicked and adulterous race seeks for signs…» «the voice of «Jesus» trembles – and I do not stand it.

«Again… But I asked you. I did want the best! Well, then do not say, that I did not warn you! So: if you do not want to get the bad, in the good it will be even worse! Simply put: if you once again talk about the „wicked one“, I will leave you…»

The guy freezes with a «drooping jaw».

«… No, not without sweet: without development!»

«???»

Well, what’s the demand for it: the first century… A.D.! This is «collective farm», in one word! Darkness! Gray!

«You will remain „insensible spirit“!»

The man «bends in the knees». I do not stay away from the process, of course. That is – with the «medical gun at the temple».

«Do you agree to remain nee Jesus – without claims on Christ?»

The man «drops a tear»: it’s difficult to part with the ranks, but to part with self-deception it’s unbearable completely.

«Do not delay, Izzy!»

I «extend my hand to Jesus, at the same time trampling on Christ with my feet».

«Take sin from the soul! It will be easier immediately: I know!»

That’s from the movie a little bit, but, in fact, it’s true. The object of the work «sighs»: the step is in the right direction. As they say: «it’s more a little, it’s more a little bit».

«Well, confess it! I do not hang you „aggravating circumstances“! That’s though intent, but without mercenary motives! You… how is it?.. not only not for the golden-silver, but „suffered for all mankind“ also! Word of a gentleman: it will be counted! Sincere confession mitigates punishment! And in your case completely free! Well, what’s your opinion?»

«Izzy» «drops his head»: he is consonant.

«Why did you hesitated – you had to immediately confessed!» I approve of the ward under the expression of horror on the face of the alchemist. Here, you and «advanced thoughts»: hole in the ass is not iron! As they say, «There is no God, but the hell knows!»

«And for this – here you are from the „kind of evil and adulterous“!»

Finally I «stand» on the object, once again, but already in the process of work. The effect is amazing! Jesus slowly appears in the air. Looking around, and then feeling himself, he stares at me with awe and not at all reverent envy.

«So this is you?!»

«No!»

I am «frivolous», but I resolutely renounce other people’s laurels: there are enough of them.

«I’m not him! That is – not you… Well, that is… not the Anointed! I would explain to you… if you understood…»

This man, albeit from the first century, but insulted at the level of the twentieth. I relate it not to his merits, but to mine: I «attached» him, although it is accessible in form, but thoroughly. And what of this: isn’t it «available in form «one boxer puts another?! There is a big mind it is not required – neither to «attach», nor to understand, that you have been «attached»!

«So, be content, brother, with what you are… in kind and full size!»

Jesus shakes his head – not conditional now.

«I’m not self-serving for the sake of…»

«That’s why you are „developed film“!» I frown: I do not like to come back to the covered material! Well, this is not the case, when repetition is the mother of learning! «Izzy, we know your „beautiful spirits“! And for this we deeply appreciate you and even respect you! But just do not need more attempts to improve the human breed! Well, there is no in stock, the human breed, I mean!»

Illustrating the text, I move my hand around the mental space.

«Do you see, at least, one object of educational work?»

«…» Jesus remains honest.

«Here you go! We now, my friend, we should not think about improving, but about finding the material. And why? That’s because as one comrade sang: „After all, we have not been on Earth for a long time!“ Feel that… you feel nothing?»

Jesus again honestly refuses the image of the Lord.

«Here, this and that!»

I don’t show off… well, well: I don’t show off too much against the background of one who, when he was an earthling, declared himself «the Son of God». Although, I will not deny: «standing up» precisely on this comrade… or rather, on his ambitions is not the last pleasure.

«What are we going to do?»

Jesus, it seems, resolutely – in all his indecision – refuses to claim the role of Christ. Now in front of me… in front of us with the alchemist – is a small, confused, useless Jew from the prehistoric era. And this is not an insult: all «declared» is in stock. How can you not remember Celsus and Tertullian: «terrible face and body». I will not say anything for the greatness of the spirit: I have not yet become acquainted, but everything else is in existence. «Christ» is a crook, a short-legged man and disproportionately large head – obviously, not due to an excess of brains. In a word – in a few words: disproportionately folded, face dark, black-haired, curly-headed, and with a hunchbacked nose. The general impression is: life is not a fairy tale of John Chrysostom! They dressed the classic Jew in the ancient god – and now I have to «clear this mess» and «enjoy the spectacle»… of the truths of life!

«What we are going to do? First of all, dear „Lord“…»

Well, now, I cannot deny myself the pleasure to «stand up» again on «our Lord»! I understand, that is not good, but I cannot! They «fed me spiritually» so that they «fed me» to vomiting! So that, as they say: «I return your portrait»!

«… So, first of all, my friend, „let’s go on milestones“! We will look for people… among people!»

«…»

Jesus is not Christ again. But, give him credit – he even does not try. For this, I —once again also – «condescend»… to «our Lord» (forgive, Lord, our sins!).

«Do remember Diogen, Izzy! A man not in vain spent lamp oil in broad daylight: try, find a man!»

«Why do we need him?»

That’s right, Izzy: «we»! As the saying goes, «let’s drink for the fact, that none of us, no matter how high it takes off, should not break away from the team!» You are on the right track, Lord… sorry: Jesus!»

I unfold an overbearing – and even «commander in chief» – glance at Jesus. The guy instantly «disappears with his eyes»: he is already beginning to understand life.

«The question is correct and timely. We are not looking for our own kind: here they alone are. As they say, it would be something to look for. No, brother: we need not just humans – we need comrades!»

«Fishermen of men?» Jesus comes to life… or Christ is in Jesus.

I grin – correctly and economically.

«No, brother. We need apostles not of faith, but of deeds only. Sorry, but we don’t need your company.»

«???» Jesus never ceases to be honest. That is, does not cease to be a man.

«Not everyone got into our tight circle»!»

«…»

Rejection of the question marks in the eye indicates that Jesus, even without being acquainted with Vysotsky, is familiar with common sense. This should be appreciated – and I appreciate it.

«This world… let’s call it so – is not a garbage can…»

Even a dark complexion does not interfere with Jesus to blush qualitatively. I still knowingly suspected the man presence of brains. It already begins to seem to me, that in our century he would have descended for his… if he had not opened his mouth: silence is gold.

«I see, Izzy: you already are „on the way to the truth“! Yes, brother: it is very regrettable, but your accomplices… blame: allies… they are not needed in this world! They did not pass the competitive selection!»

«In this world?»

No, the guy obviously is «not smarter than a locomotive». But we, too, «are not sewn up», and «are not made with a finger»! And I squeeze a condescending smile on my face.

– Don’t, mate! You have long understood, that «there is no hell, no heaven in the shine of heaven»!»

«Why are you – so?»

«This is not me: this is LaVey, „Satan’s Bible“! But, in this case, I agree with him!.. Like you also…»

«Like me?!»

Jesus reflexively holds his hands behind his back. I’m grinning.

«Izzy, it will not save you from voting! Yes, you have already voted!»

At this time, the sponsored remains without text: «matured» and «reached».

«Well, here: «And you were afraid!»

I am once again satisfied with the sight of the «fallen idol», but – quickly and without unnecessary suffering for the object of work now. The guy is already «on the path of correction»: he recognizes his subordinate position – why should «wipe my feet on him»… at least, not through time?!

«Am I alone really…»

Jesus does not even ask: ascertains. Moreover, he is «killing himself» and «sprinkles himself with ashes». In such circumstances, you need to condescend to him: he is still useful!

«And I am alone, completely alone with my healthy team!» I twist my cheek.

«???» Izzy does not turn on. I apologize by my eyes quickly. I feel: that’s not enough – and «turn on the sound»:

«The song was like that. The comic song it was. But, as you know, in every joke there is just a fraction of the joke.»

«…» Izzy doesn’t betray him.

«This is me – to the fact, that you are not alone, mate, if we are here!»

And I make a wide circle gesture, covering us with the alchemist, who all this time silently shook my disrespect for «our Lord Jesus Christ». The glance of Jesus is getting a little clearer.

«I understand it. As the saying goes: «do we have no idea?»

My jaw falls off: here, you – the first century A.D.»! He is – our man almost! And then: in the «gods» fools do not go! And if they do, they are not accepted!

«But, nevertheless: is there really no one here?!»

That’s not a question, but a cry of the soul! I sigh and scrub my badly shaved cheek.

«God knows, Izzy!.. I think that only one person has chances: Paul.»

The face of Jesus is drawn out: a classic demonstration of genuine amazement.

«Who is it?!»

I curl cheek guilty, additionally «condemning» myself by slapping the palm of my hand over the forehead.

«Sorry, brother: I completely forgot!»

«What exactly?»

«Well, the fact, that you did not know this „ally“ during your life!»

«Is he impostor?»

I artistically twist my cheek – on the subject of confirmation. I cough shyly.

«Hmm… hm… Well, how do you say…»

«Tell me how it is!»

«Then let it be so: he is a part-time ally!»

«???»

«Well, well: part-time student, and, by the way, not one of the last. And, if absolutely precisely: the first! And the first is not in the order of vocation: according to the mind and merits!»

«???»

Jesus is not original, but honest. I «I condescend» to him once again.

«The most curious thing is that Paul deserved not only for himself. No, he himself, of course, did not forget – and in the first place. But that’s just because he could not forget himself only through you! After all, he built you as the „god of durable“ like durable goods. Do not be offended, Izzy: if there were no Paul, there would be no Christ! They would have forgotten you within a week after Calvary! There were a lot of such „gods“ hung on the crosses! And this man „raised the banner“, „unfolded“ it, finished your image – and forward, to the victory of Christianity! You – the real Jesus – of course, did not know… until now. Therefore, when we meet Paul – and we will surely meet him – I ask you: do not strike at once! Maybe, this guy will fit us also!»

Jesus silently shakes his head: whether in agreement, or grieving to what he heard.

«And I thought, that everything had already been said on the cross…»

«I hope you do not mean the words „Lord, why did you leave me?!“, and even more so: „It is finished!“?»

I am once again disrespectful to the image, but for medicinal purposes exclusively: in the interest of truth. Jesus suddenly grins.

«Do you think, that the cross is the most suitable place for beautiful speeches?!»

I cannot stand – and applaud. And then: here, to you – the first century! Even it becomes somehow embarrassing for the former «standing on a friend». It turns out that I hurry with conclusions due to the cost of atheistic education!

«Bravo, Izzy! I think that not only I, but Nietzsche himself would have softened his grades – and even bowed his head!»

«Nietzsche?»

The forehead of Jesus is going to harmonica bellows.

«Is he a student impostor also?»

«No, brother: he is your biographer. He is respectable, but disrespectful.»

Jesus is extinguished by the face and is wary.

«And, what: did I get much from him?»

The guy starts to like me – and I try to be as correct as possible, but in the dosage of truth only.

«Sorry, but he made you idiots…»

Jesus does not have time to give in to the spirit – and I am already with painkillers.»

«But it is he, who owns the words that you just voiced!»

«???»

«Jesus said everything on the cross!» That is, Nietzsche claims, that you did not intend to leave behind neither memoirs nor theory. In his interpretation, you only showed people how to live – and how to die. Nietzsche thinks, that you are not guilty of what Paul made of you!»

Jesus thinks for a while: it feels like a guy has something.

«He is forgiven!»

«Well done, Izzy!» I hold on to his shoulder approvingly. «You are not only generous, but also clever!»

«But Paul…»

Jesus slowly shakes his head. Something in his look makes me nervous. Some he is not judgmental. And the voice is matches the look. Well, not heard in the voice of conviction. And, here, notes of approval in it clearly slip! Notes are barely audible, but still of approval! Bad will be if he believes in the version of Paul and begin to try on the outfit of Christ, already tailored to the pattern of this self-styled apostle! And I probably won’t have problems without them… with other problems! I want to take all speculation about suspicion – and I cannot: brains and professional experience do not allow. I’m, after all, «in one of my earthly lives» – an investigator.

Did I hurry with the with the transformation of Christ into Izzy?! Yes, it will be necessary to pay the closest attention to a comrade: a small one is not at all as simple as it seems… Or does he want to seem?! It’s no wonder his «tracing paper» was in the noosphere, among the «thoughts» of scholars and statesmen? Here, as I understand it, «do not hold fools»! So the noosphere found his thoughts useful, or, at least, deserving themselves. For what?! It is unlikely that he was «taken to the state» for past merits, although the man took part in the creative process! And, maybe, in vain am I’m thinking about his participation in the past tense? And the process itself may not be what it seems to me!

All this I scroll through in my mind under a good-natured smile on my face. I don’t even take my hand off Jesus’ shoulder. Diligently «absent by the presence» – and not rush my ward with the return of dreams into reality. I want to think, that this is just a dream. But, if Izzy again aspires to Christ, it is not worth prematurely opposing a comrade. I «showed film with him» – now let him show itself both in work and in terms of thoughts.

«Let`s go, Jesus: we are waiting for the business! I will not say anything for their greatness, but I have no doubt in volume! Alchemist, do not fall behind!»

I mow an eye to Jesus carefully: the guy is full… for something… for some reason. Okay: «there will be a day – there will be food for thought»…