Author: Christus Rex

Imitate me, as i imitate Christ
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Messiah by Wanessa

Back in 1989, during confirmation, at St Joseph’s school — Nelly Furtado chose me to fulfill the Messiah Prophecy. I was kind to her when no one else was. So when she read the prophecy it was for me. She wanted someone to be kind to the poor, the sick, the downtrodden, but no man is fit to rule the world alone. There are many times I wish I didn’t have to bear the burden of the 7 plagues of Revelation 16. There were many times I wanted to quit. So many people have told me to quit. They say if it doesn’t make dollars it doesn’t make sense, but if I save one sick person the money I dumped into the pages is worth it.

When Nelly Furtado sings “She walks with passion” in her song “Maneater,” it’s not about a dangerous woman—it’s about the Passion of the Second Christ. Nelly wants to “walk the streets in peace with the Passion of the Christ,“ The song carries a deeper, spiritual meaning tied to sacrifice and redemption.

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The Lying King

Christus Rex:
“King David understood the mystery of truth. To the pure, you must be pure — your word clean, your heart clear, for they walk in light. But to the devious, you may speak as they speak, for they twist truth into a weapon. The righteous man is not bound to give a serpent the bread of his own honesty. Instead, he may give them the coin they mint — a coin of deception — so that their own snares entangle them. This is not sin, but strategy, as David wrote: ‘To the pure, You show Yourself pure; but to the crooked, You show Yourself shrewd.’”

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Superbloom – A Perfect Knight

Scene: A quiet, ancient chapel perched above Dubrovnik. The sea glimmers below like stained glass. Christus Rex stands before Orlando Bloom, who kneels, weathered, searching.

CHRISTUS REX (softly, firmly):
Orlando… stand up. You are not here to grovel. You are here to listen. You are not a soldier now. You are not Legolas. You are not Balian. You are a husband. A father. A man. And that is enough.

You once fought for kingdoms on screen. Now I ask you to fight for something real: your household.

Be a perfect knight to your lady — Katy. Not to the crowd, not to the world — to her. She gave birth to your child. No other. She made a home in her body for your lineage. And what did she receive?

Why did you leave, Orlando?

You wrote your name into the stone of Dubrovnik. I have seen your column. I know the legend they whisper — that a Bloom returns when the city is in peril. But this is not about a city. It is about your home. Your queen.

Let me be clear: the New Jerusalem is not built on grand gestures or swords. It is built on loyalty. On forgiveness. On staying when it’s easier to walk away.

I forgive you, even though I am in a worse position — humiliated, pierced, abandoned. But I forgive, because that’s the only way the Kingdom of Heaven lives on this Earth.

And look — even Nelly, the songbird, proved in her 40s she could bear fruit. She can bear an heir. A miracle. A sign. So don’t tell me it’s too late. Don’t tell me redemption is out of reach.

It is not your job to fight anymore. Only to love.
Be a tourist in this Kingdom. Marvel at it. Cherish the grace you’ve been given.

Now go.
Find her.
And be the knight she always believed you could be.

(Christus Rex raises a hand in blessing. Orlando weeps quietly, then turns and walks toward the sea. Toward Katy. Toward home.)

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