It’s been more or less two thousand years ago that our paths crossed with a carpenter. He was quite gifted with his craftsmanship for that time and started to teach other humans how amazing life could be if you were just developing a feeling for the materials used. After a while, he had his own group of apprentices, whom he taught his exclusive techniques to make it easier and faster to build new homes and furniture made of wood and local stone, which was partly not as easy to work with. He managed it though to develop a technique allowing to work with pretty much any material he found and he began to create magnificent art. His apprentices would start to stay by his side and they would even live together as a cheerful group of young carpenters. They enjoyed their evenings with nice meals and of course they would also be accompanied by ladies who were keen to meet the artists who turned their small village into an exceptional place one would have only dreamt of before. It did not take long, of course, until the carpenter artist himself lost himself in the blue eyes of a beautiful young woman. She had the sheer light blonde hair of an angel. It was one of my sisters: Neph.
The carpenter then began to spend some more time with my sister and he fell deeply in love with her. Less often he would attend the regular dinners he usually celebrated with his apprentices, if he did, he would be accompanied by her. That was not quite to the liking of all of his eleven apprentices, eventually one would become sort of jealous. It was one who was not as successful with women to the time, one who did not often say much. It is those calm souls one has to be wary of, as you can never tell what they might be up to. Just like in that case. He told another group of carpenters that his master carpenter would not do all the work he claimed to do and that he could only carry out his crafts with special tools he received by a mysterious sorceress whom he’d lost his soul to and was put under a spell. That, in turn, sparked even further envy, because that was an unholy dishonest work he did and even if he pursued his art only with the help of a sorceress, everyone should be allowed to have these special tools of the sorceress in order to build more precious homes. The other carpenters wanted to build as nice homes for the rich people like the master carpenter did, to earn more for themselves. Still, that was not the only reason for the fabricated envy. My sister sometimes visited the master carpenter at his work site, which was usually in an area where poor people lived to give them a better home for some bread in turn. When she noticed sick people, she could not help herself but assist their healing. It mostly concerned poor people with severe injuries, as rich people had the means to pay a healer for their services. She prepared for the sick ones a random tea into which she trickled one drop of her own blood as she knew our vampyre blood could also heal a human and let the carpenter serve the tea to the injured poor people in order not to be connected as a healer to the poor people.
In their envy, they created a reason to get rid of the master carpenter. Poor people should not live in better homes than rich people and even be healed by him of severe injuries where those poor injured people only took up space and advantage of food storage. One morning they came and pulled the master carpenter away from his site. They made him build a wooden cross for himself he was than supposed to carry up a way to a hill where already others suffered nailed to a wooden cross in the heat of the sun until they eventually died. As soon they arrived at his spot, the cross was put down and he was nailed to it at his hands, his chest and his feet. Then it was put up and he was left bleeding and dehydrating in the sun for others to watch his suffering. He passed out at some point, just in time when Neph came to free him from his cross to bring him into a cave. Everyone was sure he was dead, though he was not. He was only unconcsious. After three days he awoke and his injuries were healed with the help of just one drop of blood by my sister. His apprentices were glad he was alive after all, at the same time they were worried about presence and agreed it was better if he left. The healed master carpenter prepared to leave for a long journey from which he did not know at the time yet where it would take him. He was extremely careful not to be seen by anyone until he left to ultimately find some monks at the Himalaya where he stayed close to the sky until the end of his days.
I do not know who put down another story of these events. The name of the master carpenter was Jesus. He was a simple man who only lived his life, nothing else. All other stories about him were made up by the person who wrote his or her very own tale and called it the bible, which was orignally nothing else but brushed up life story by a normal carpenter. Someone else turned the bible into a manual for a religion for which churches were built in the belief Jesus was the son of god to whom they pray to make their lifes better. Sometimes I wonder if in a thousand or if in two thousand years other more evolutionized humans found the books of Harry Potter, people would be convinced Harry Potter was a religious belief for which they’d build castles as their churches and pray to Harry or his parents. Certainly, it is nice for you humans to have something larger you can believe in, so you would not feel guily about own mistakes and make someone else responsible for what is happening around you. But do you realise you have made it all yourself into a huge a farce you have been participating in?
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