The author talks about how Jesus might have traveled across the trade corridors of the past that connected the West with the East. Through a series of narratives picked from tales across different countries like Turkey, Afghanistan and so on, the author shows how Jesus, Yesu, Isa and so on were one and the same. This is all convincing evidence that does show how Jesus might have truly walked these lands and been part of the life over there in the past. The author gets to also talk about how Jesus traveled to India, to either gain wisdom or impart wisdom (things get confusing in the author’s perspective here) and reached Kashmir, lived there and possibly traveled far and wide within India too. This is all possible except that the stories the author collects to explain Jesus’s presence would rather be classified as folk tales that many modern, educated historians will blindly dismiss. The biggest disappointment for me was however that the tales of Jesus in India is ridiculously very limited. In a very sequential description of a set of events, the author shows the strong parallel between the teachings of the Buddha, his disciples and those of Jesus. So, the rest of the book is about detailing how the shroud of Turin was indeed that of Jesus Christ and his blood stains were suffered as part of the elaborate punishment that the spiritual leader truly endured.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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