On Holy Thursday I stumbled on to a birds nest, laid in a bush by the parking lot of a catholic church. No mother hen in sight, the eggs were left alone. If they reside there by nature, or whether they are truly real, I have no clue. Meaning you have to judge the symbolism yourself. Easter means little to me, aside from spreading the word that Michael Baigent has succeeded in brainwashing me to believe the prophet Jesus was a conman/sorcerer doing everything he could to fit the messianic prophecies - including falsely dying and resurrect.







