The Murder of Christ
(The Emotional Plague of Mankind #1)
Volume One of The Emotional Plague of Mankind
Introduction
The Trap
The Kingdom of Heaven on Earth
The Genital Embrace
Seduction into Leadership
The Mystification of Christ
The Great Gap-Man’s Sitting
The March on Jerusalem
Judas Iscariot
Paul of Tarsus
Protecting the Murderers of Christ
Mocenigo
Toward Golgotha
The Disciples Sleep
Gethsemane
The Scourging
‘You Say It’
The Silent Glow
Crucifixion & Resurrection
Appendix
Bibliography
The Murder of Christ Quotes:
“The longing for the fusion with another organism in the genital embrace is just as strong in the armored organism as it is in the unarmored one. It will most of the time be even stronger, since the full satisfaction is blocked. Where Life simply loves, armored life “fucks.” Where Life functions freely in its love relations as it does in everything else and lets its functions grow slowly from first beginnings to peaks of joyful accomplishment, no matter whether it is the growth of a plant from a tiny seedling to the blossoming and fruit-bearing stage, or the growth of a liberating thought system; so Life also lets its love relationships grow slowly from a first comprehensive glance to the fullest yielding during the quivering embrace. Life does not rush toward the embrace.”
― Wilhelm Reich, The Murder of Christ
“In real man, the “god-given” genital embrace has turned into the pornographic 4-lettering male-female intercourse.”
― Wilhelm Reich, The Murder of Christ
“Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the praetorium, and they gathered the whole battalion before him. And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe upon him, and plaiting a crown of thorns they put it on his head, and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him they mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they spat upon him, and took the reed and struck him on the head. And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the robe, and put his own clothes on him, and led him away to crucify him.”
― Wilhelm Reich, The Murder of Christ