So what happens if you're like Jesus--always being persecuted for who you are, simply because you exist. In fact, your existence negates other people's beliefs in some way. Maybe you survived when you shouldn't have. Maybe you thrived despite difficulty. Whatever it is, it's not you--truly--it's them.
Yes, there are always two sides but that doesn't mean that the negativity isn't one-sided. Criminals say they are innocent, even with the bloody knife dripping in their stained hands. MacBeth anyone??? No? Then how about a little "Et tu, Brute?"
I've written before about how to deal with negative people. There's just such a preponderance that it seems possible to talk about in a myriad of ways without redundancy. Such a sad statement...because it's true. It's also true that Jesus was resurrected after being crucified. He was a phoenix. Oh, everyone thought he was dead--they even buried him! But even death couldn't stop him. And it's the same for you.
You don't have to be a believer to agree with what I'm saying. It's not really about Jesus so much as the example he set. Your friends, your family, your co-workers, even random people from your community--all can call you out to their individual crosses. And though it's painful, though it makes you wonder about the nature of reality and existence--you still live. And every time you survive, you become that much stronger, that much smarter.
Unfortunately, the more you evolve, the less likable you are to other humans. Something about the expression in your eyes, or the way you hold yourself, or perhaps it's that innate sense of authority you've developed from being crucified and resurrected once too often--whatever it is, every time you take a step, you walk in truth. And it's a truth most people will never even glimpse. Not once. That's why you're like Jesus. You know while others can only guess.
The irony? You know because of them--because they, and their cruelty, exist.
I'm not saying it's easy. It's not. And I'm not even sure how long you can live with that kind of burden and not lose your mind, your health, or all of the above. You start to feel like an over-used battering ram at the hands of war-mongers. And no matter how enlightened you become, you're still human. It still hurts. And that's a good thing. Because you can start to lose your humanity amidst the spread of the miserable. Evolution goes both ways--it's a continuum. I'm writing to tell you, all of you--any of you--that you're not alone. You're in very good company--divine even. Hang in there. When you're being unjustly crucified, remember who you are--even if others don't, can't or won't.
You'll live to see the sun rise. You'll live to see many. In fact, you'll make an impression on the world that will have eternal ripples in our universal pond. YOU--not them. They'll just be lumped in with the crowd, part of the mire that holds humanity's evolution to a crawl out of fear and desperation.
Essentially, you've become an immortal. Congratulations! It's not as glamorous as pop culture makes it out to be, is it? But it all starts with one grain of rice. You can feed a nation on what you've learned.
"Now Voyager, sail thou forth to seek and find!"