“Hey, you can’t sleep here”! I awoke with a start and sat up quickly. The skinny little guy in front of me was missing most of his teeth and was in bad need of a bath and a bottle of Scope. “Get up and get out of here, you”! He yelled.

“OK, there little man, I’m going,” I said rising to my feet. How long had I been there? It was still very dark. I wiped my face trying to clean off the still wet tears and dust that clung to my cheeks. I had to get to the Sanhedrin to talk to Caiaphas the head priest.

“Who are you calling little man”? The annoying little guy yelled at me as I walked toward the gate. I just waved him off. Passing through the gates I turned up the street toward what we know as the temple mount and Herod’s Temple. The temple was an imposing structure even in the darkness. The Sanhedrin, the council of Hebrew scholars, elders and priests was housed in one of the wings of the temple. There I’d find Caiaphas the high priest. I needed to talk with him to see what they would do with Jesus.

My thesis back in the 21st century had been that Caiaphas and the Sanhedrin had Jesus killed to protect Israel from the Zealots; Hebrew radicals who resented Roman occupation and were willing to start a civil war to drive the Romans out. I believed the Sanhedrin wanted to protect Israel from the zealots and the wrath the Romans would bring upon them in the event of a revolt.
The ties between Jesus and the Zealots were important to my theory because if Jesus was a Zealot from the beginning he may have intended to sacrifice himself all along to create an armed revolt.
Over the past three years I had concluded that the Zealots saw Jesus as a figurehead to rally behind. When I left the future three years earlier I truly believed Jesus and his disciples may have been Zealots. Now, however, having spent the last three years with them I knew they were not Zealots nor were they inclined to want Zealots around them. He taught a completely different path
than they.

Early on I had believed Jesus and the disciples may have counted on the Zealots when they hatched their scheme to start a whole new religion. It was just fortune that had caused many of the Zealots to rally behind Jesus after John the Baptist had been captured then beheaded by Herod. This is what I believed when I jumped into Judas Iscariot’s body three years ago, now I had a different view. I now knew my original thesis, the one that brought me here was completely and utterly wrong.

Proof had been there all along that the Zealots and Christians weren’t connected. I just refused to see. The Jewish revolt came many years after Jesus’ death and was solely a Jewish, not Christian, revolt. The Zealots had abandoned Jesus when they realized he had no intention of taking up arms against the Romans. Once the Zealots realized this they began scheming for a way to free their captured leader Barabbas.

With that theory smashed I turned my attention to recording what the Jewish elders, the priests and scribes, thought of Jesus, what was on their minds this fateful night? Why did they want Jesus dead? Did they want him dead? So many Jews would die in the next two millennia because of their role in his death and the belief by uniformed Christians that the Jews were responsible for Jesus’ death.

I had no idea what I was going to do when it came down to betraying Jesus. I was very much hoping Abaddon would have jumped me back to my time before that decision had to be made. I’d spent the last three years theorizing why they didn’t pull me back right away after mistakenly sending me into Judas Iscariot’s body. I had some ideas but…

In the mean time I had to go through the motions of being Judas Iscariot as I knew them to try and prevent history from being changed. Then words came back to me, “It would be better that the man were never born than betray the Son of Man.” If I betray Jesus my soul will be cursed for all time. I may be in Iscariot’s body but it would be me making the decision. It may be he that history would scorn but it would be my soul that was cursed for eternity. I’d be cursed for betraying Jesus and cursed for condemning an innocent man, Judas.

I’d live with the knowledge that while man scorns Judas as the betrayer it’s really Frank Jason that sent Jesus to a Roman cross to die a horrible, lingering death. I didn’t want to think that far ahead. I’ll just take it one step at a time, I thought. It’s hard enough being this close and knowing the truth. I turned the corner and I could see the entrance to the temple and the temple guards at the entrance.

keith

I’m officially retired after over 40 years of working with the US military in one way or another. My bride of 45 years and I settled into a nice home in Fredericksburg, Texas, USA, and are enjoying the many events, organizations, and attractions the Texas Hill Country has to offer. I enjoy urban sketching, watercolor painting, dabble in writing, and do an occasional voice acting gig.

CHAPTER SEVEN—21^ST CENTURY

Lying in bed I tried to put the evening’s events into perspective. Here I was in the middle of the Arizona desert. Just north of Mexico in a strange industrial complex waiting to meet a billionaire who has offered me five thousand dollars just to chat for a couple of days. I’ve just finished a gourmet meal, drank very expensive scotch, and now I’m smoking a real Cuban cigar. Another little treat Doctor Staan had in my trailer. There’s a high-speed guard outside my door, I continued, I’m surrounded by a chain link and razor-wire fence guarded by some of the best-trained rent-a-cops money can buy but I have no idea what I’m doing here.

Had I missed anything? No, that about puts everything into perspective. Might as well get some sleep.

I sat up and put the cigar in the ashtray on the nightstand. Taking another pull on the scotch I laid back down and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Read the rest of this entry

keith

I’m officially retired after over 40 years of working with the US military in one way or another. My bride of 45 years and I settled into a nice home in Fredericksburg, Texas, USA, and are enjoying the many events, organizations, and attractions the Texas Hill Country has to offer. I enjoy urban sketching, watercolor painting, dabble in writing, and do an occasional voice acting gig.

He is Risen!

Today is the day that the West celebrates what can be described as the most auspicious event of human history. The resurrection from death of Jesus of Nazareth.

When my novel was forming in my head the notion of Jesus rising from the dead took center stage. As the church historian, Jaroslav Pelikan said near the end of his life, “If Christ is risen, nothing else matters. And if Christ is not risen – nothing else matters.” Professor Pelikan reposed in 2006, about three years after I began tackling my book. As you will see as I introduce new chapters from my novel everything our time traveler faces is about that quote—and that thought. Read the rest of this entry

keith

I’m officially retired after over 40 years of working with the US military in one way or another. My bride of 45 years and I settled into a nice home in Fredericksburg, Texas, USA, and are enjoying the many events, organizations, and attractions the Texas Hill Country has to offer. I enjoy urban sketching, watercolor painting, dabble in writing, and do an occasional voice acting gig.

Crossroad In Time

Crossroad In Time

Many years ago I took an adult-education class at our local community college on novel writing. Like most writers, I’d had an idea running around in my head for some time and I used that idea in the class. Below is the chapter I wrote for that class. It was just an introduction to our work and style but was well received by the instructor.

I went on to write and re-write the novel over several years and then it sat. I’m not sure why, but now seems like a good time to finally introduce it to the world at large. Maybe it’s because of the nature of society today and the fact that we seem to be so divided and hopeless. Perhaps this feeble attempt to write a story will brighten someone’s life and, God willing, help us all to remember to “Love your neighbor as yourself”. God Bless. Read the rest of this entry

keith

I’m officially retired after over 40 years of working with the US military in one way or another. My bride of 45 years and I settled into a nice home in Fredericksburg, Texas, USA, and are enjoying the many events, organizations, and attractions the Texas Hill Country has to offer. I enjoy urban sketching, watercolor painting, dabble in writing, and do an occasional voice acting gig.

I’m a firm believer that artists may have talent but it’s only through hard work that artists get better. Just like athletes, writers and other artists can only get better by practice, practice, practice!

NaNoWriMo

To that end I have challenged myself over the years to practice my limited talents and skills with the help of online challenges. In 2015 I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and completed 30 days dedicated to completing 50,000 words on a NEW novel. You can read about my exploits here.

Now that Ilene and I are full-time RVers one would think I’d have more time to dedicate to my artistic activities…and you’d be wrong. It seems like the more time I have, the more time I don’t seem to have. I still have a home to take care of, this one on wheels. We do a lot of sightseeing since we travel more. Oh, and I seem to ADD more hobbies as time goes on.

What started as being interested in watercolor painting last November has morphed into pen & ink drawing, urban sketching, plein air painting and drawing, blog posting on three sites, working as a voice talent, and building an RV inspection business. And yes, I saw City Slickers—but I can’t seem to do just ONE thing! Read the rest of this entry

keith

I’m officially retired after over 40 years of working with the US military in one way or another. My bride of 45 years and I settled into a nice home in Fredericksburg, Texas, USA, and are enjoying the many events, organizations, and attractions the Texas Hill Country has to offer. I enjoy urban sketching, watercolor painting, dabble in writing, and do an occasional voice acting gig.

Writing Is My Catharsis

Writing Is My Catharsis

Merriam-Webster gives the following definition of catharsis: a purification or purgation that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension.

I happen to like that definition as it defines my reasons for writing to a “T”. Writing purifies me from the garbage that I walk through on a daily basis—most of it on network news. If you’re asking yourself, if he doesn’t like network news why does he watch/listen…keep reading.

Writing allows me to purge junk from my mind allows me a release from tension.

As to the spiritual renewal…well I’m working on that.

I’ve heard stories about Abraham Lincoln writing letters to generals and political opponents. Letters that were scathing to say the least. Letters that were brutal attacks with those he had disagreements. Read the rest of this entry

keith

I’m officially retired after over 40 years of working with the US military in one way or another. My bride of 45 years and I settled into a nice home in Fredericksburg, Texas, USA, and are enjoying the many events, organizations, and attractions the Texas Hill Country has to offer. I enjoy urban sketching, watercolor painting, dabble in writing, and do an occasional voice acting gig.