Meditation III - Holy Women.
Jesus, being in unbearable pain, sank into the earth and prostrated himself. Alongside this lowly position he had taken upon himself, he had begun his prayer to God, not daring to move a muscle, lest pain should enter, thereby crushing his fervour.
However, this pain was not the only thing that was tormenting him; the harsh weather conditions granted him no consolation, and the wind fiercely blew against his body, causing him to fall side to side, yet he was determined to assume his prostration position once again. Sweating heavily, his perspiration soaked his garments, making his garments stick to his body, which thus resulted in an uncomfortable feeling.
The Smell of Transgression by the Israelites
The Aroma of Fornication by the Pagans
The Scent of Lust by the Heathens
The Odour of Sins by the multitude
-Disturbed his nostrils to the point where he almost gave up what he had eaten hours ago.
The Scenery of Pride by Annas and Caiaphas
The View of a Deceit in the Heart of Judas
The Perspective of Hypocrisy by the Pharisees
- Perturbed his retinas to the point where he almost went blind and lost his vision
The awful sensation of abortion
The detestable feeling of faithlessness
The disgusting perception of scandal
- Itched his skin to the point where he was sweating blood.
On top of this, countless, innumerable other sins gave way and revealed themselves to him, in their own entirety and disgrace.
Pride, Lust, Wrath, Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Faithlessness, Apostasy, Worshipping Baal, Child Sacrifice to Baal, Fornication, Incest, Masturbation, Orgies, Rape, Lies, Despair, Blasphemy, Contempt for God, Idolisation of Nature, Worshipping the Hosts of Heaven and other countless transgressions.
Jesus's soul continued to grow in sorrow and anguish, and he was trembling all over. He shookly got up and stumbled further into the garden and entered the grotto to pray, but the awful visions pursued him even there and did not give him an ounce of consolation. On top of that -
???: "Mmm, tasty, delicious, finger-licking, savouring, how tasty, tasty, tas~ty!."
The silhouettes of the fallen angels disturbed him even further and continued to follow him around like pets desiring their Master's attention. The person speaking to Jesus now was –
Roy: "Demonic Spirit representing Glutton~ty, it's my pleasure to serve you this gourm~et, Roy Alphard."
Roy Alpahrd, Demonic Spirit representing Gluttony, had presented his delicacy on the table. Spreading his transparent arms wide, and with a vicious smile, he let his long tongue loose and said– "A~a~a~a~a~a"
Roy: "Don't you just thin~k that allll those sins are delightful? Aren't they tasty? They are tasty. They're delicious. They're yummy. They're fit for gluttonous eating, pe~w. "
Roy Alphard had described all those detestable abominations in the sight of Jesus a delicacy. He had even gone so far as to describe them as delicious, yummy, fit for gluttons eating.
???: "Ahhh, Roy, you think everything is a delicacy even when things are nothing but scaryyy"
Another Unknown Spirit responded to Roy's reviews about food. He had contradicted Roy and called them scary, so maybe he was afraid of them? Maybe he was scared, scared, scared.
???: "Oi, shut it, you friggin' bloody bastard. Right here, right now, we's talkin' to this fool who's lying on the floor like a dead man, he ain't dead yet, but will be when I'm done with em'
With a vexed tone of voice, a different Demonic Spirit had shown his transparent, miserable appearance. This one, though, seemed to be angry at the others for taking his prized possession, his victim.
With palms on his face and in a low tone of voice, the first demonic spirit said— "Ahhhh,"
Roser: "Demonic Spirit representing Fear - Roser."
And also, with arms crossed and a frowning, angry face, the second demonic spirit shouted, "Oi, you, hey, you over there,"
Baal: "Demonic Spirit representing Wrath - Baal."
Thus was the countenance of the three demonic spirits that had brazenly revealed themselves. One, no - Roy Alphard was clothed with a long, long black robe that covered his entire body and even stretched onto the floor. His miserable black wings had fallen feathers off of them, and his face was patined with an evil smile.
The second - Roser had a similar long robe. But the pattern of colours was much different. Haded with grey, the robe denoted the constant fear and uncertainty of the demon's face. If you were to walk by him on the streets, it would be clear as day that he was worrying about something, and that type of worry was not even normal. What separated Roser and Roy was the fact that Roser had no wings and merely a robe of a ferocious, black, murky beast. The beast's eyes were filled with nothing but hatred of the man below them, and if the beast could, he would maul the man he so vehemently loathed.
The Third - Baal had a similar robe to the duo next to him. Though again, the colour patterns were different. Filled with wrath, Baal signified his internal dispositions by the blazing robe he had on, as if fire from hell were constantly eating away his robe, leaving no touch or sight of fabric.
Baal: "Oi, you there, hey you, when can we start smackin' the absolute shit out of him?"
Baal was eager to put his spiritual hands on the man who seemed to pose no harm. He had tilted his neck to his left and angrily asked Roser, who turned his face away from him due to being scared and replied in a low tone – "Ahhh,"
Roser: " I-I don't think we ca- can lay our hands on him until Pride arrives."
Baal: "OI, SPEAK UP"
Roser, in a trembling and looking downwards on the grass, replied in a shaking voice -
Roser: "I don't think we can put our hands on him before Pride arrives!"
Shaking, trembling, Jesus continued praying, taking no heed nor reply to the Spirits behind him.
Baal: "Where the fucks' he?"
Suddenly, a cold temperature filled the atmosphere, and a menacing spirit entered. Ominously, he had assured his dominance over the other three spirits by first making Roy Alphard lose his appetite, second, by making Roser cry uncontrollably and the beast he rode upon cower in shame, and finally, Baal, who seemed to be above the two, quench his blazing robe.
All that was left of Baal's robe was a colour of black, obsidian even, something so, so, so, so, so, so, so black.
Pride: "Hey, hurrying a person while their taking their time getting ready for their best occasion is almost certainly unforgivable. I mean, that person is probably finding their best clothes, making sure their first impressions are eternally remembered, and probably rehearsing what they would say! And, you, let me tell you something, that person is ME, and YOU are violating. Go BACK TO HELL."
Slowly turning around, they looked at Pride, and instantaneously, a black, miserable portal opened up and sucked Baal in. Sparks of lava and cries of pain proceeded out of the portal as it was sucking Baal in.
Whatever was happening in that place could not be thought of as good. That's why –
Pride: "Anyways, hot-tempered people never make good contributions to discussions. They always get angry and storm out. He shouldn't be here and in my presence."
Pride had changed the topic of discussion and had explained his previous actions. Whether he was correct was certainly not up to Roy Alphard or Roser thus that's why silence bewitched the scene.
Roser: "......"
Roy Alphard: "......."
Pride: I mean, who likes short-tempered people? All they do is accuse you of false things and get mad when you deny their falsity. It's ridiculous how some of those people can act, and by false accusations, they deny me of MY rights. Everyone has a right to be no under suspicion, "innocent until proven guilty", they say. I agree with that saying, everyone should abide by it, even me, that's why I'm the most perfect, most sublime, most extraordinary and moralistic being ever!"
Roser: "........"
Roy Alphard: "......."
Pride: "Oi, don't you both agree? That I'm the most perfect, most sublime, most extraordinary and moralistic being ever?"
Roser: "Ah-ah, ye-s, I-I agree!"
Roy Alphard: "Who wouldn't agree to something so delicious and tasty?"
Asking them for their thoughts and opinions, Roser and Roy replied to be in alignment with Pride.
Opening his arms and spreading them wide, flapped his featherless wings and for a moment levitated. Pride, with a vicious expression, looked upwards and said with total belief: "Yes, that is certainly so, certainly agreeable,"
Pride: "There's no other being but me that is so perfect, so sublime, so extraordinary, so magnificent, so brilliant, so fair, so equal, so inclined to justice!"
Boasting about himself at this moment was Pride. Considering his alias, he certainly lived up to it, ranting on and on about himself as if nothing in this world existed, no, no - that's too limited, nothing else in this universe existed but himself. He thought of himself as God, the Most High, because after all, he could –
Satan: I was made the most beautiful of the nine choirs of the angels. Higher than Angels, Higher than Archangels, Higher than Principalities, Higher than Virtues, Higher than Powers, Higher than Dominions, Higher than Thrones, Higher than Cherubim and even Higher than Seraphim. Higher than ALL!. Yes, that's right, it's me - the most beautiful in all creation - Demonic Spirit representing Pride: Satan"
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Sitting quietly, smiling all the while, being tormented by a sharp pain in her chest - Mary. Sitting, observing and replying to her companions as if nothing was happening deep within her soul.
This pain that afflicted her caused her severe desolation, desolation enough to end her own life and stop the heartbeat which was slowly losing its beat, ba-dum, ba--dum, ba–dum, ba—--dum. The affliction had flourished so far as to affect her tender heart. Why was this happening?---
Mary: "My Son"
Mary had softly whispered, softly said enough for those around her not to recognise. Considering she mentioned her Son, she related this pain in alignment with his. Thus, she knew it was time and that his temptations drew near.
Ahhh, the thought of such an innocent person suffering such tremendous pain caused her to stiffen her shoulders and look downwards with a sullen expression. Why does he have to suffer so badly? Why are men ungratefulful? Why does it have to be today? Why, why, why, why, why why why why?
Asking herself a myriad of questions, she kept recollected and prayed earnestly to her Father in Heaven that she might bear this pain with him. So sincerely, she interiorly spoke to her Father in Heaven, speaking from her very tender heart, she uttered: "Father,"
Mary: "Allow me to share this pain with my Son. Before, Eve had tempted Adam to sin and had caused the downfall of humanity. Eve, my true Mother, was an accomplice to Adam's fall. Thus, considering that you have immaculately protected me from original sin and kept me in the state of grace thereafter, I desire Father that I share this pain with my Son. As Eve, my true Mother, tempted Adam and aided him in falling, I passionately desire that aid my Son since I am the second Eve. Just as the second Adam, my Son, is suffering, I too, the second Eve, shall suffer likewise."
Having heard this prayer, the eternal Father granted Mary the gift of being able to suffer with her Son, the second Adam. Alongside this gift came—
Jesus: "Moth~er"
Jesus's interior thoughts, opinions, prayers, feelings, sensations, smell, and sight. Because now, they are one, they do not need to hide what they say or do, think or feel.
Mary: "My son, allow me to encourage you in this battle."
Jesus, in a weary voice, replied: "It is as you say"
Thus, Mary had entered this battle and stood against his formidable foes. Now, Jesus and Mary are one - you cannot have the Son without the Mother, nor the Mother without the Son.
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Lightly stepping on the floor, Satan tilted his neck forward and glared at the trembling and shaking man below. Taking a few steps forward, he finally reached the midst of the man who was sweating copious amounts of blood and crouched down to his level to softly whisper in his ear: "So,"
Satan: "You think you can take this penalty upon yourself?"
Whispering in Jesus's ear, Satan had reminded Jesus of the awful visions in which he had shortly seen beforehand. The disgrace that was viewed could no longer be mentioned again due to its sheer ferocity.
However, Satan had also begged the question of Jesus's strength regarding this penalty, namely, could he take these crimes in their entirety upon himself?
Satan: "Are you reall~y willing to take this penalty upon yourself?
Again, Satan tempted Jesus regarding this matter. First, he had asked if he could take this penalty; now, he asked if he was willing to take this penalty.
With his cunning strategy, he intended to make Jesus think about the fact that he had the strength to do so, the determination to do so.
Satan: Oi, you listen'? You dare take this penalty upon yourself with so little determination? Look at you, you're sweating a plethora of blood, and you're shaking like you've been hit by a large rock on your head. Furthermore, how could you possibly take this penalty, this crime, this injustice, this infidelty, this disgrace upon yourself when you yourself aren't sinless…?"
Arriving at another cunning strategy, he had dared to accuse the Holy Redeemer of having found fault with God and with men.
Jesus: "......."
After a few silent moments had passed, Satan stood up and, looking down on him, he suddenly made an astringent face. The reason for this sudden change was that his temptations did not work as he thought they would.
What's this? He was supposed to talk to me back, he was supposed to reply, that's how a conversation works, no? If he's just talking to a brick wall with the desire to speak to his desired victim, this would certainly be–
Satan: "A violation of my rights!"
A violation of his rights, a contradiction appeared in his rights, a contrast, a denial, a refutation.
Satan: "OI, when somebody speaks to you, no more important than that"
Satan cleared his throat and quickly continued, and said
Satan: "When somebody asks you a question, you answer them! Leaving them ignorant of desired knowledge is a violation of one's rights!
Roser and Roy were still in the presence of the two - the man trembling and shaking like he had tremors, and the one who was their leader - Satan. Crying uncontrollably, Roser asked in a whimpering voice: "Ahhhh, sir, most splendid one,"
Roser: "How about we show him that vicious vision again? Surely this time he would fall at your feet and respond!"
Catching on, Roy Alphard quickly flew to Satan's feet and knelt. While closing his eyelids and pledging his fidelity and crossing one of his arms, leaving the other on the floor exclaimed: "Ye~s,"
Roy: "It is as h~e says. Most brilliant, I can with my delicious powers, show him a spectacle gourmet, one that would truly leave his belly~ rumbl~ing."
Looking down at his dog, Satan quickly outlined the possible cons that could come from this, and only realised the pros and with a faint smile, responded.
Satan: "Hmph. You speak not bad words, do as you please."
Roy: "Thank you, Maste~r."
Standing up, Roy manifested something black, something disgusting in his hands. The shape that this thing took was closest to an orb; in it, you would expect nothing good, and you would only expect something bad to come out of it.
Holding a black and immaterial orb within his hands, he suddenly clutched his arm backwards, and with great force threw it downwards with great velocity. The orb immediately entered the desired place and crept into Jesus's mind. What came next was—
Jesus: "gugh"
Letting out a short groan, Jesus undoubtedly felt nothing but pain. A headache would be an understatement, more like a migraine, but calling it that would not come close to the ringing that it left within his head.
The contents of what that orb held were countless, innumerable, multitudinous sins.
Every bad thought
Every bad word
Every bad action
Everything from the past, present, and future was revealed to him.
Of course, listing every bad thought, word, and deed would be listless; thus, excluding it here is understandable. However, another incomprehensible thing was–
Jesus: "Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me…."
Had they finally done it?
Wiping his tears from his eyes and stroking the beast he rode on, shouted: "Ahhh, you've done it, Master!"
Roy: "Have you done it? Oh, you've done it. You've certainly done it, you did it, you would do it, you've obviou~sly done it"
Both kneeling, they praised, extolled, honoured their master. Even the ferocious black beast with yellow eyes assumed a humble position before his master.
Satan: "Hmph, something this simple requires not much of my action, but the support of my underlings. Oi, even I can give praise, I'm not that shallow, you know? Wait? Are you only saying this because you're scared of me? How dare you! This is a violation of my rights! To think I cannot give praise when it's due is the same as saying that I have no respect for those around me. But I do have respect for those around me, and you're contradicting my respect, thus violating my rights!"
Both stunned at the turn of events, Roser and Roy threw themselves down and prostrated. And as a machine gun continuously fires bullets, it consistently fired words of apology. Even the beast that could not utter words started whimpering at their master's resolution and covered his yellow eyes with his so-called paws.
Satan: "Ahhh, you've done it now, I shall start by sentencing you to——"
Suddenly, just as he was about to sentence them for a crime they did not commit, Jesus finished his sentence and wearily said, "But,"
Jesus: "Not as I will, but you will."
Hearing this, all three demonic spirits and even the ferocious beasts stiffened their faces in horror. What was really incomprehensible was this man's will and determination.
Faced with the stuff of abnormalities and disgraceful sins was Jesus, yet, despite all these oddities attacking him, he remained in his prostration and prayed the more earnestly. Just how far would he go for these sinful men? Would he even die for them?
Satan: "........"
Stunned and unable to speak, Satan took a few steps back and re-evaluated everything that had just happened.
Satan had just tempted him regarding whether he was able to take the penalty upon himself.
Satan had just tempted him regarding whether he was willing to take the penalty upon himself.
Satan had just tempted him regarding whether he was even sinless
He had also allowed his pawns to send him a vicious sight of all the sins that had, are and will take place. So, how is it that this man can pray?
Satan: "OI, who's your Father?"
Replied with nothing but silence, Satan's anger grew and grew until he finally showed on his once smiling face. With eyebrows frowning so hardly, his jaw clenched and a blazing fire of destruction in his eyes, he had felt nothing but hatred for the man in front of him, no, trembling below him.
So, why was he not able to break completely? Why was he still holding on? What kept him?
Mary: "My Son continues praying to your Father in Heaven, he certainly hears you and is here for you, he shall not leave you as an orphan. On top of that, I am here, sharing the pain alongside you."
The consolation that he received from Mary was what was holding the loose button together. Talking to him as if he were still an infant, Mary consoled Jesus in a million ways the demons could tempt him.
Before, in the beautiful Garden of Eden, Eve had tempted Adam beyond all measure, inclining him to take a bite out of the lovely apple that lay still before their eyes.
Now, in the dark, gloomy Garden of Gethsemane, the second Eve consoled the second Adam beyond all measure, consoling them to continue praying.
Such was the contrast that stood between the earthly Adam and Eve, versus the spiritual Adam and Eve.
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???: "Ummm, Mary, are you sure everything is okay?"
Mary Magaladene posed a question to the recollected but responsive Mary, mother of Jesus. The woman who had asked this question not because her words seemed a little different, no, but the perspiration she was emitting
Shaking her head no, Mary, in the sweetest voice replied: "Mmm, my soul is overwhelmed with sorrow, even to the point of death. "
Mary had now told her companions, her closest friends, the events taking place in her soul. Without anything to hide, she desired not to lie to those who cared about her; besides, it was evident that she wasn't okay.
The paleness of her soft skin, the copious amounts of sweat that were emitting from her body and the stiffness of her shoulders gave it all away.
Mary Magdalene: "What? What's wrong?"
Mary: "Well, if you want to know, come, let's speak in private; it's something that can only be discussed between us."
Getting up from her seat, she indicated that she wanted to leave the room to speak in private. Following her actions, Mary Magalende understood that his place wasn't fitting to discuss the matters pertaining to the soul of Mary.
???: Can I come as well? I'm reall~y worried about you."
Suddenly, a feminine voice spoke out and expressed her concern. Putting her hands together and motioning them in a petition state, she bowed her head deeply and earnestly asked if she could come.
Inspired by this confidence, another voice spoke out and said——
???: "I desire to join this discussion as well, I'm worried just as much as tha others'"
The same thing. Both worried, earnestly joined their hands together and petitioned Mary if they were able to join her and Mary Magdalene, and she voiced her anxiety and doubts.
Mary, looking at them and letting a few silent and brief moments pass, finally nodded her head yes and agreed.
Mary: "Okay, that's fine."
To clear any confusion, Mary had responded to the two owners of the voice, namely, Mary of Clopas and Mary of Salome, who had voiced their concerns for her emotions.
Being delighted at being accepted, both got up with joy and elegantly left the room, with Mary leading the way out.
Finally being far enough to not be heard inside, Mary cleared her throat and spoke: "The problem is,"
Mary: "Right now, my Son is going through almost intolerable pain, and soon, he's going to be led up to die an innocent death."
Mary Magdalene: "Wha- what? Why?"
Bursting forth with her concern, Mary Magdalene asked why this situation was taking place. She had wondered why such an innocent and blameless man was going to die.
Mary: "For the salvation of many…"
Suddenly, by the virtue of charity which Mary had within her soul, etched within her very being. God had showered her with memories of Jesus's preachings at that moment. Then, thereby, she remembered that he said—---
Mary Magalende: "For…me?"
Jesus had preached about dying three times before the festival of pasch commenced. But, not just any death - the crucifixion. The crucifixion was made for those detestable criminals who caused nothing but uproar within the congregation of Jerusalem. It was a harsh and slow death, truly befitting one who mercilessly disturbed the peace of many with whatever disgusting crime he had committed.
Slicing through the silence, Mary of Clopas spoke with a disturbed tone and said:
Mary of Clopas: "Wha- what can we do to help him?"
Immediately trying to find a resolution, Mary Clopas aided the discussion with her fixation on hospitality.
Mary: "........"
However, what she wasn't fixated on was the inevitable: namely, that this death was certainly going to take place. Looping themselves back to distant memories, the trio finally understood that no matter how much they tried, what God had decided, he had decided.
Therefore—-
Mary Magalende: "Waaaaaaa"
Letting out a large cry, Mary Magalende broke down in tears at the thought that the man who saved her from her sins was now going to be crucified innocently. Looping back to different memories was Mary Magalende, who was now sitting on the floor, shedding a plethora of tears. She could certainly fill a dried-up lake given enough time.
Thinking about him, talking to him, laughing with him, listening to his eternal words - she thought that these gracious moments would all disappear and fade like gas or evaporate like smoke, leaving no trace behind. But on top of that, she was reminded of her behaviour before she met him.
Truly detestable
Truly ugly
Truly disgraceful
Truly a sinner
- Was Mary Magalende. Now, because she had sinned so much, someone was going to take the penalty in her place, though being innocent…
And the thought of that just—---
Mary Magaledne: "WAAAAAAAA"
Broke her.
Considering the emotional attachment Mary Magalende had to Jesus Christ, something of this sort was no surprise to those around her; instead, they expected something of this to happen.
Crouching down, Mary brought Mary Magalende's body closer to hers. Afterwards, she closed her eyes and whispered in a sweet tone: "Worry not,"
Mary: "Worry not, dear, for after three days he shall rise again, no matter how much damage is inflicted upon him; I am here."
Truly, at this moment, Mary had held Mary Magledene like a Mother holds a child when they fall face-first. She completely alleviated all her troubles and consoled herself with the following words: "To console him,"
Mary: "To console that innocent boy, we shall accompany him wherever he goes, just like we did in his ministry. Then and now, now and then, there is no difference; he is still the same Jesus, he is still my Son."
Hearing the consoling words provided by Mother Mary, as she could fittingly be called, Mary stopped her weeping and nodded okay. Mary then used her hands and swiped away the tears that ran down her face, got up and looked at Mary of Clopas and Mary Salome, who had been weeping silently and embraced them at the same time and said —--
Mary: "You two as well, we shall accompany him wherever he goes."
Truly a spectacle to behold. Truly fascinating further, how is it that she was this calm and assured them of his safe return? Furthermore, was it not she who had desired consolation from them, asking to speak in private? How did—
Mary Clopas: "How did things turn this way? I mean… we were supposed to comfort you…"
Wiping her tears away and giving a weak smile, she uttered the reality. How did things turn this way? Why were they crying instead of her? Wasn't it she who was supposed to be breaking down instead of Mary Magdalene, considering it's her Son who will be tortured?
Mary: To console rather than be consoled, to understand rather than be understood, to give rather than to receive… that is my way of life, I desire to live this way, that's all."
Hearing her explanation, they brushed it off as her being strong and brave, hiding her emotions.
In truth, Mary was suffering the most; in fact, she was suffering on the same wavelength as her Son, on the same velocity even. However, she had vowed to herself to share incomparable charity towards her brethren, that's why--
Mary: "I'll be here for all of you if you ever need someone to talk to. I listen and I understand, I'll never judge"
Truly words deserving praise, no - veneration. Sweetness protruded, and an aroma of saccharine roses filled the hallway. Forgetting about the distant memories, they had now put themselves in the present state and embraced each other with so much love and kindness.
Ahh, isn't this what you call - Holy Women?
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Filling the atmosphere with darkness, the scenery changed from slightly gloomy to totally melancholic.
Angered, Satan let out a shriek, powerful enough to cause eardrums to burst and explode. The reason this happened to no one was because Jesus was praying, and of course, fallen angels have no ears, let alone eardrums; they're immaterial.
However, other corporeal beings were in the proximity and heard this loud cry and were suddenly awoken from their slumber. These people who had just woken up and sat upright were Peter, James and John.
John: "Brother, what was that? That loud cry, what was it?"
James: John, I have no clue… don't ask me things I don't know about."
Peter: "Well, it certainly wasn't good, considering it woke me up from my sleep!
Sleep? He had awoken from his sleep! Wait? Was he even supposed to be sleeping at this hour?
Peter: "------Oh, crap…"
He had forgotten to pray; he had forgotten to submit to his master's instructions.
Jesus: ]"Stay here, watch and pray."]
Was the only command Jesus had left before he went and prayed. Not being able to abide by a single command, he started dreading his master's disappointment.
John: "We have forgotten to pray!"
James: "It seems so, let's quickly huddle together and pray before he comes back so he doesn't find out.."
Following this agreeable advice, the three apostles started kneeling and in a circle, started praying, however--
Jesus: "Sigh"
Jesus had already seen them. No, even if he hadn't seen them, he would still know of the rest they had.
Looking up and taking a glance to their left was a weary man who assumed a humpback position. He could barely stand and was leaning against the tree next to him. The tree had enough strength to support such a weak man.
Jesus: "Peter, could you not stay awake with me for one hour and keep watch?"
Immediately addressed, Peter looked downwards and objected not to his Master's reproach. After all, wasn't he the one who had said--
Peter: ["I will lay down my life for you."]
Although he spoke about dying for his friend, he could not even pray for him, or pray in general, for that matter. That's why admonishment towards him wasn't refuted.
Nevertheless, prayer was beside the point. Moreover, look at the state their friend was in. Relentlessly sweating blood, shoulders so heavy he couldn't stand, and a depressed face was Jesus.
What had happened to the glory? What had happened to the fearless Jesus who chased the thieves out of the temple? What had happened to the man who had his garment changed to a dazzlingly white colour, and his face shone like the sun?
Well, no matter what had changed about his countenance, he was still the same person who held the words to eternal life, where would they go?
Jesus spoke in a low tone: "The flesh is weak, but the spirit is indeed willing."
Just like that, he stumbled around and limped back to his destination, the one where he was before.
Peter: "Tch, we should be ashamed, come now, brothers, let us pray for him, he seems to be doing badly"
Huddling back together, the Apostles prayed.
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