Imen Marie Agnes Adili
2022 / 11 / 3
The Empty Tomb
20 Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. 2 So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!”
3 So Peter and the other disciple started for the tomb. 4 Both were running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. 5 He bent over and looked in at the strips of linen lying there but did not go in. 6 Then Simon Peter came along behind him and went straight into the tomb. He saw the strips of linen lying there, 7 as well as the cloth that had been wrapped around Jesus’ head. The cloth was still lying in its place, separate from the linen. 8 Finally the other disciple, who had reached the tomb first, also went inside. He saw and believed. 9 (They still did not understand from -script-ure that Jesus had to rise from the dead.)
Cabalistic writings drawing from the weeping rivers of yore, a weeping woman considered by the grief of irreversible death to witness a dazzling scene of resurrection in an enchanted cemetery, the amulet of afflicted souls, seeking life in the barren cenotaph abandoned by the dawning hopes of the visionary faith of the rightly chosen lady s soul, an unfortunate sire deprived of a waxed corpse in the image of the famous saints of the narrow times, the bitten popes of the revelry of death on the hypogeum , testifying to the apogee of "civilisation" - ancient abandoning the stiffs on the asphalt of the resurrected stone.
Sharing miserably the shroud of a ruined character is the characteristic of a cinematographic narrative annihilated by the lies of the fallacious "gospels" and the hypocrisy of the contrived actors playing roles affected by the eternal emptiness of the tomb - Jesus visited by the character confused Mary Magdalene sometimes illustrated as a woman possessed by seven colonist demons conquered by occult evil dominated by the evil scent of hidden deceptive spells, and sometimes as a repentant prostitute wandering desperately on the asphalt of marled cemeteries in the boils necrotic bones.
The shame of the historical crucifixion of criminals tormented by the misery of sooty destinies traced by the scimitars of inhuman settlers hidden under the costumes of gluttonous actors altered by the ancient cruelty citizen of the fleur-de-lis cemetery preoccupied with the sooty mission of making themselves shine, of extol Tartuffe clichés, dithyrambic manu-script-s of wandering spirits siphoned off by making the midday stones bloom on the sought-after relic! "The Holy Shroud of Turin", the drooling foam of the waste of history foreign to the truth.
A shroud testifying to a resurrection! a shroud criss-crossed with signs of an abandoned vile old age, an ulcerated standard pierced from the beginning carried by true prostitutes, mock sneering ingenues , a city of mindless traitors deceived by the mocking eye of the eternal cenotaphs.
Hence, wearing a shroud to testify to a resurrection suggests a thorny legacy sought by "disciples"- viperous characters eternalizing the custom of "religions" envenomed by the cult of murder fighting life to brandish rumours of a resurrected ancient crucifixion to celebrate a new life. viperine characters eternalizing the custom of "religions" envenomed by the cult of murder fighting life to brandish rumours of a resurrected ancient crucifixion in order to celebrate in an eternal columbarium the damned mortal acclaimed by "religious communities" working under the banner of criminal organizations resurrecting the ancient relentless crime crucifying the enlightened philosophical humanism offering to the human a holy fine rain communicating to him a certain cultivated conscience officiating the contemplative intersubjectivity of the intellectual thinking spirit revealing the solemnity of the interaction between the elected philosopher Soul and the pure learned and wise nature.