In my parents’ house I lie on my back in bed. The room is brightly lit. A person appears at the window, his face scowling, determined, framed by long dark hair. Then the person raises his arm and holds out a revolver at me. With a hoarse scream on my lips, I disappear under the covers, totally frightened, where I actually wake up. The shock still sits in my limbs, the picture of a kitschy Jesus face before my eyes, as one often saw it hanging in rooms or bedrooms in my youth.

Essence:

A threatening figure appears at the window of my parents’ house. With a dark, determined look she raises a revolver and aims at me. With a scream, I hide under the covers in a flash.

Symbol:

Since I have put myself in the place of Jesus Christ, the current view of Jesus haunts me. The threat is current insofar as I want to hand over a preprint of my website to my family and my siblings, as well as my wife’s siblings, at my birthday dinner on November 3rd, 2012. Passing myself off as the coming Jesus of Nazareth is dangerous. I experienced this first hand on July 8th, 2009. (June 15, 2012)

Call:

You are on a dangerous mission!