My Friend, the Messiah

I met John on a deserted beach. He was confused, disoriented, dirty, and had lost his memory. When we made eye contact, the skin on my arms and chest froze and a lump of fear suddenly developed in my throat. Our fingers touched and I experienced a sudden wave of peace, like a golden sunset. My wife and I agreed to help John and escort him to New York where he knew he must address the United Nations Security Council. In New York, John performs 'miracles' in Central Park, conducts an impromptu sermon to 5,000 people, resurrects a fatally injured girl and convinces the UN delegates to act. My intrigue is the constant uncertainty of John's origins and his true nature. Is he a messiah, an alien or a unique man with incredible powers? We travelled with him to Jerusalem, Rome and Switzerland, where five million people gather to hear John speak. I finally understood who he was and why he came.... He was...My Friend, The Messiah. ...all he said was, "...let there be light..."