Guess who else gets visions? Victor Koman about Jesus:
Jesus looked neither lean nor fat, tall nor short, dark nor light. He looked like the commonest of common men. Absolutely average.
He looked deeply into me "You're a proud man." He said. "Pride is a sin"
"Having a good opinion of oneself should never be a crime" I responded.
"No man is a villan in his own eyes, correct?" He folded his hands, nodding lightly. "Why do you hate me? Did you hate your father?"
"No." I answered truthfully. "Don't look to psychological roots in my actions, look to my values."
"You probably hated him" he continued. "Leaders are father figures."
"Proper fathers don't rule the lives of their children by force. Mine never did. He never asked for money or imprisoned me and said he was doing me a favor. He never made me feel guilty for being born with Original Sin."
"What about your mother then?"
"I didn't know you were a Freudian" I responded "Why don't we talk about YOUR mother."
Jesus pounded on the leather arm of the chair he was sitting in with a balled fist. "I never had a true mother, understand? I am god incarnate! Self created. The Alpha and Omega."
I shrugged mildly. "I don't know... If i can descend from an infinite number of ancestors going back down the evolutionary trail, I don't see why there can't be an infinite regress of gods evolving through time. Perhaps when I see you, I'm looking at the next curve of the ascending helix of my own evolution."
"Evolution" he spat the word out. "How I fought it. I don't know why I bother, I tried saving things." he stared at me with an imploring gaze. "I tried to make amends but..."
"Yeah I know" I said "Christ dying for our sins and all that"
Jesus' face turned 3 shades of red as he shouted "It wasn't for man’s sin, it was for the sins of GOD!" his face now turned sad. "What happened with the Flood was wrong, what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah was wrong. I violated my own commandment, things weren't going the way I wanted and I got angry. I said I was a jealous god."
He paused staring at the floor. "Doesn't it even things out that I let you kill me as a human? I died as Jesus, as osiris, as tammuz, and a dozen others. Won't you ever forgive me?"
He looked at me with eyes having the burden of unbearable remorse. The tears rolled down his cheeks, he didn't bother to wipe them away.
I had to be merciless. How could you pity a god who had screwed up so monumentally?
"You're scared of the cycle of birth, life, and death. You deny it and seek to force us to deny the reality around us. When people pray to you to intervene and nothing happens, pain and suffering result. You made suffering a virtue to retain your power. Your ministers became torturers, they instilled virtue with spikes when they could and resorted to guilt and fear when they couldn't."
He gave me a sour look. "Dostoevsky does not suit you. Give me something new."
"Why? You never gave men anything new, you demand that we repent, you demand that we ignore our nature and blindly follow your rules. You deny the existence of evolution. You seek to rein in the universe and--"
"You're trying to talk me to death?"
"Doesn't the killer always babble on while the victim waits to be rescued by the Calvary?"
Jesus winced.
"Anyway, I'm not talking you to death. I'm THINKING you to death. Intelligent people already deny your existence, you've lost your most powerful allies."