This is not about the practice of saving souls.
I have no interest in practice anyway. The deed has it's own poetry, it's own propaganda. And you must in the end commit Yourself to it. Practice might make perfect, but I have no interest in Your perfection.
I have no interest in Your perfection, or purity.
There will be no cleansing with water. You will not stand in the Jordan and there will be no signs and wonders. And I will not surrender my followers to You.
We are not related, no matter what the scribes say. And I will die a decade after you. And living memory will list me as an enemy of Rome, vote me most likely to grow up to be the real Messiah. You will barely garner a mention for over a hundred years.
Your soul will remain sullied and unsaved, corrupt as ever.
And I will prepare my people for Massada and have them work out the end of days and conceive Hell and purify ourselves for the fight at hand. And we will not eat honey and locusts, we will live not as prophets but as a Holy Army arrayed for the reclaiming of David's thrown.
This much is clear, I am not a Holy eunuch and Your message is not my message and I am not preparing the way for You. If I met You, I would most likely kill you as a false Messiah. Slaughter You, as I told my people to slaughter all false prophets, to make the earth drink their blood.
This is not an ablation. This is not a bath. I do not baptize you.
And This is Not a warning.
