Martin Fieber - He Who Returned

“No way!” Joshua was astonished. “I have also dreamt that once or twice. The only difference being that I did not hear a voice. What is the meaning of all this?”

“I had a very sensitive teacher named Bakenor while in Egypt. He told me that there are people who live on other planets, who sometimes visit this earth. Bakenor told me that he had often seen moving lights in the heavens above three large, pyramidal structures that he called pyramids. They are located a few days journey south of Alexandria near the great river Nile. They moved in every possible direction. Sometimes the lights were as big as pomegranate.”

“There are people on other planets? Why do you hear their voice? Who are you, Jesus?” Joshua gave Jesus a questioning look.

“Our father in heaven has sent me here. He is the father of all humans, no matter which planet they currently dwell on. A while ago the voice already told me that I …“ Jesus paused.

“What were you going to say, Jesus?” Joshua knew that Jesus had just kept some significant information to himself.

“I am not sure whether I am allowed to speak of it. I was getting a little ahead of myself and don’t know if your soul wants to hear it, really. Please forgive me.”

“Jesus, please tell me. You can’t simply start a sentence and then leave it half-finished. I want to hear everything you have to say, Jesus. I know that your soul heals mine, I know I will be able to understand.”

Jesus could tell that the only was out of this situation was in fact to finish his sentence. “As I was saying, the voice had already told me a while ago that I lived on another planet a long time ago in order to prepare myself for the task which I have taken upon myself in this life-time. The only thing that I do not know exactly yet now is what the details of the task are.” he wanted to go onto some more detail regarding his task in order to avoid touching on the topic of earlier lives, but it was too late for that now.

“You used to live on another planet?” Joshua stared at Jesus with an open mouth and fearful eyes. He was speechless.

“Yes, I lived with the great holy lineage.” Jesus smiled. “Well, you see, Joshua, maybe I shouldn’t have told you all that. Please don’t tell anyone else, not even your father. Otherwise I would get into a lot of trouble with him. He would kick me out of school or maybe even do something worse than that.”

“Jesus, hold on. First you tell me of people that live on other stars and that are watching over you here in Galilee. And how am I to tell if that is true? There is no reference to anything of the sort in the scriptures of our ancestors and prophets. And besides, how are they supposed to get here if they do exist? With flying horses? And why you? Why are you in Galilee, if you have such an important assignment? Why not in Jerusalem?”

“I do not know why our father in heaven has sent me here to Nazareth.”

“Hmm. Und why do we have the same dream? Why do I dream about the lights? What do I have to do with those people?”

“Perhaps you, too know the great holy lineage.” Jesus had to change the topic. Otherwise the talk would be going too far. “Joshua, what was the most beautiful moment in your life?”

“I can recall two of those. One of them was when Rachel and I sat together in this tree and cuddled and simply enjoyed the silence. The other one was when I …“ Now it was Joshua’s turn to be too embarrassed to finish his sentence. However, since he had just insisted that Jesus not leave his sentence half-finished, it was only fair for him to now to the same for him.

“Go on, speak, Joshua.”

“The second moment was when you all arrived in Nazareth and I was able to see your eyes despite the sand storm.”

“O, then you seem to have recognized me. Then your soul seems to have remembered me. I am very happy to hear this.”

After that both of the friends sat in silence, simply enjoying their company. This afternoon underneath the olive tree had caused some commotion in Joshua’s soul and had connected it to the soul of Jesus. A bond of love had been created.

A blessing went forth from the olive tree, which wanted to teach humans patience and calmness, and wrapped the souls of both of the boys in light so that they would not forget this timeless moment for a long long time. “Light the lamps of other souls that live in spiritual darkness and need warmth in their lives with the oil of my fruits“, the tree breathed after the boys as they walked away. “Light the lamps of other souls with the oil of my fruits …“

“Mother, why is life so difficult here?” Jesus was desperate. “I am only barely six years old, and yet already often feel endlessly sad. And besides that, I keep on seeing these demons that pursue me constantly and laugh at me and try to hurt me. Why is that so?”

Miriam was conserving figs. She gazed over at her son and as so often felt great empathy for his plight. Yes, he was right of course. He truly did not have a childhood like the other kids who often had nothing better to do than get into trouble. Nonetheless she tried to comfort him.

“Jesus, unfortunately I can not simply take away all of those experiences, I only do know that you have a special task, even though you are still small and would prefer an easier life. I can only simply always be here for you.”

“If things keep up the way they are going, I don’t want to fulfil the task which God our father has given me. I feel completely exhausted.”

Miriam listened carefully to Jesus. There they were, the first doubts Jesus had ever expressed. Bakenor, her trusted friend in Egypt, had informed her earlier that such feelings would be expressed at some point. And that it would be entirely normal. She shouldn’t take them too seriously but rather show him that she understood that he felt that way. That was all that could be done to help Jesus. He was in fact strong enough. But it was nonetheless important that he had someone whom he could trust and share his feelings with.

“I can understand you, my son.” Miriam wanted to follow Bakenor’s instructions. “Simply do whatever your heart desires in these times now. Play your flute, take a walk, perhaps you could speak to Joshua about your feelings some time. And try to simply accept the fears that arise, to simply sense them and then ask God to lift these feelings from you again.”

“I will think about it.” Jesus had already decided to look out for Joshua more, but should he really share his thoughts and feelings with him more? He couldn’t tell. He was not sure whether Joshua would doubt him and his words too much. He would wait and see what the near future held.

Jesus was downcast. Nobody could understand him, nobody could look into his soul. Not even his mother, now.

“How was the morning in the synagogue today?” Miriam changed the topic. “As usual.” Jesus shook his head. “The rabbi is so pig-headed. The laws are more important to him than the people. He does not recognize the truths. And he always tries to show me up. But I have grown used to it already. Fortunately I am inspired to say things in reply whenever that happens. I have the feeling that the good spirits are standing directly next to me then and put words into my mouth. Those are nice moments.”

“Don’t be angry at the rabbi. He doesn’t know any better.”

“But it is still nice to know that the rabbi will be leaving in the foreseeable future.” Jesus paused for a moment. “Sadly, Joshua too.”

Jesus was often troubled by fears regarding the future. If things were already difficult now, how bad would it still get? Whenever he thought of the many evil faces he saw, he nearly got sick. Fortunately he wasn’t being bothered by them just now. Today way a day on which he felt like thanking his father in heaven for giving him the idea to carve his flute. This raised his spirits and he had to smile. It had occurred to him a couple of months ago. It had been a hot day, he had been sad and had had to defend himself against the grimacing faces and the demons constantly. Suddenly he had heard a voice that had told him to carve a flute and simply begin playing some melodies on it. He listened and then acted on the words he had heard. What had happened next had astonished him and even today still filled him with deep joy and love. After he had placed the finished flute against his lips for the very first time and a melody had appeared as if out of thin air suddenly, all of the evil faces had disappeared within moments and his soul had been filled with a deep sense of joy and peace. Whenever he now saw the grimacing faces he played his flute and the faces vanished, screaming and cursing.