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When a God Wishes to Be Wrong!

Sean is a teacher who is writing about his spiritual adventures to help other people find balance and self-respect.


The Sacrifice

The sun was burning unbearably. With every move he made, the wire needles of the fake crown, which literally they had nailed on his head, were tearing more of his skin, and his blood was streaming along with his sweat in the eyes and face. A stone struck him on the face and another on his sides. The pain made him dizzy and fell on the hot asphalt. His heavy cross fell over him. A young man from the crowd ran to help him, but two shots near his feet, from the soldiers of the guard who escorted him, stopped this man and forced him to turn back and hide inside the crowd.


He lifted his cross once again and with all the strength he had left to him, continued. His weak and tired body, exhausted by torture and hardship, lugged the heavy cross, with unbearable pain. The crowd around him continued to scream. Most of them were cursing at him, and they were blaming him for all the suffering of the world. The Media of Massive Manipulation had convinced them of this.

In the beginning, the "channels" had been fascinated by him, and they had devoted him, daily, many hours of live connection. Reporters were following him in all the places and every speech. Unfortunately, they had not yet managed to cover up live any of the miracles that sounded he had done. The world quickly embraced him and seemed to worship him as a god while his followers' number was growing tens of thousands every day. So he was a "product" that it was selling advertising time at prices that had risen to incredible heights.

But then the scenery dramatically changed. He began telling people that they had to kill their addiction to these Mass Media which were manipulating them. He started to explain to them how they were spreading lies and creating divisions and hatred to be able to gain from the unrest. He was shouting to the people that were following him: "Do not feed that Beast with your lives, stop the hate to let it die of hunger." Then he became dangerous. From a source of profit turned to be a source of risk for the profit. Then the almighty Mass Media turned against him. From Messiah, he became a fraud and a demagogue, and at the end, he has been accused as a terrorist.

This was convenient for the corrupted politicians, but also for the priests, who were getting wealthy at the expense of people seeking hope and consolation. When he started with his word to reveal their dirty purposes, he became a threat that had to come out of the scene in an exemplary way.

Thus, with a summary procedure, he was condemned as a terrorist, many false witnesses were found, and the sentence was death by crucifixion, considered to be the most dishonest death to die.


After pressure they accepted, the judges, decided that before execution he would have to be tortured until he declares public repentance. The millions of believers, he had acquired, constituted a potential threat, so they had to believe that they were victims of deception while at the same time repentance would restore the honor and image of the politicians and the priests.

But he remained silent against all torture. All he did was that he saved the life of his worst torturer when he was severely injured by a believer who managed to get to that point and shoot him. With a move, he healed the wound, but he did it in a way that eventually everyone thought the injury was far less frightening than what it initially seemed to be.

So he was now walking his last steps on this planet. He was stepping to his sacrifice, once again. Once again slandered, deprived, betrayed and tormented by the wickedness and ingratitude of the people. But he knew he had to do it until the end. It was his own choice. A choice of absolute freedom and love. He had to bring back the balance once again. To balance the evil, the material and spiritual corruption, the ingratitude, the hatred and the selfishness that had dominated the world, with his Love and his Sacrifice. So he knew he had to walk this path, absorbing as much as possible from the confusion of the crowd that surrounded him all the way.

Several people in the crowd were throwing objects or were pushing him. The "channels" were showing the whole drama live. There had been many videos of this already on the internet, and some had thousands of comments in no time! New food for the Beast! It was the same crowd that a few days ago cheered and had accepted him as a Savior. And now...


He had the power to stop them all, but he did not. He had the ability not to allow himself to go through the same martyrdom for another time, but he continued as if he was unable to react. He continued, in this infected atmosphere, infected by the blasphemies and the actions of the people, when even the wild beasts had hidden, not being able to see so much ingratitude. He continued though he knew what was waiting for him. He went on, and no one saw his tears mixed with his blood and sweat.

He was God and wept. He was crying for His children who had betrayed Him one more time. Once again, they had chosen the path of hatred and unhappiness instead of the way of love, peace, and happiness that He had tried to teach them. He came for the third time to be crucified since His Father had created the humans.

Two times, until now, the man had destroyed this world, and for the third time, his Creator had revived life and hope for a new beginning. And yet He was here again for the third time. There were some small differences in the place, time, stage of evolution of the "civilization" of people, but The Sacrifice was the same.

After His first Sacrifice, three world wars took place to wipe out life. The second time had required only one and not world war, in fact, to bring about the extinction.

And for the third time, the man had chosen the same path. And again, God had to purify man and give him new hopes by His blood.

He continued the way to his sacrifice, and His pain grew as He thought how many times would be repeating the same story before we, humanity, through our freedom, learn from our mistakes and decide to follow the path of Love. The way that will lead man to perfection and eternal bliss.

He was God, and He knew how many times this was going to happen. He wished one time in eternity to be wrong.


You could cancel them all at any time, but you did not refuse to drink the poison until the end, to show us from your Cross what Love can do. We will be eternally grateful to You, and our Resurrection will be our gift to You.

— Sean Dragon

The Resurrection

Since I began to understand the world, Jesus became for me a form identical to the word of Love. It is almost impossible to me, to refer to Love without thinking of Him. Whenever I think of Him, my soul fills up with gratitude and will to strive to become a better person so that I can offer as much as I am able to the world. I know that I have become a better person because He came.

I do not care about the disagreements about whether He was a real God or whether He really resurrected. I honestly do not care. His word was Divine, it is the word of happiness, so for me, it is the Word of God. And if it was said by a human like me, it might be even more significant. The Love He taught, has brought Resurrection to my soul and to the soul of so many people who we would otherwise live miserable lives without Love. So even if He has not risen back then, He resurrects every day in our souls, and that is also Divine!

I know there will be those who will say that Jesus never existed, that He is a fantastic person. That does not matter. The same has been mentioned at least for another tremendous and beloved Master, Socrates. The word of Socrates has shaped Western philosophy, and Jesus' word gave life to people's faith in the Love, the blessing of service and offering, and altruism. All those who have adopted the words of at least one of these two great Masters have become better and happier people. If this can be achieved by some fantastic personalities, I do not need more proof of our divine origin.

It may be a feature of the world we have created with our choices. Every Hitler of this world leaves undeniable evidence of his existence while every Jesus moves to the limits of the imaginary.

I choose to change this world, to strive for the Resurrection of Love, to make the fantastic real and the Hitlers of this world an ancient fairy tale. I know we can. He whispers it daily in my heart. Even when I offer Him wine vinegar on a stalk of hyssop!

They say Love is still flowing from His Wounds...

— Sean Dragon

He gave his life for us

He fell upon the cross

To die for all of those

Who never mourn his loss

It wasn't meant for us

To feel the pain again

Tell me why, tell me why

— Iron Maiden

A Thanksgiving

This story is an offering to a great Heart, my sister in Love, Nikki Khan and her beautiful family. She is a Supermom who is giving a daily "fight" with evil forces of injustice. We share the same dream for a world that chooses love instead of hate, we both believe in equality and Good. It is a thanksgiving to my beloved Sister because she is always ready to embrace the helpless and defend the right, which is obvious through her influential and powerful writings! Thank you, Nikki, for all the encouragement and the inspiration. Thank you because the world is a better place because you are living on it!

© 2018 Ioannis Arvanitis

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