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V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V VV V V V V V V V V V V VV The Canticle V V of Jesus V V V V V V V Based on the Revelations V V Vof Avatar VMeherV V Baba V V V V IV V V V V V V V V After writing about 45 pages over a couple of years—on the hidden life and teachings of Jesus as revealed by Baba as well as my own research into Muslim texts in my six-year, ongoing, unpublished account for future Christians of Baba’s life and teachings, Christ Come Again, I was inspired to condense it down to a somewhat unpunctuated reverie poem on what I’ve learned from Baba-Jesus’ standpoint, entitled, The Canticle of Jesus. It took me light years beyond my priestly Vatican learning and training to grock what was what—finally. Thank you Baba. I dedicate this to you in Jesus’ name... your babaelf:
Arranged by Ed Flanagan
and dedicated to all present and future Christians
shed my blood upon your cross. My choosing, my game not that of men Neither Sanhedrin Pilate nor his Roman legions. Neither my most beloved Judas Who did what I ordered him to do under obedience taking it on the chin all these ages. Such love he had to play the trick as I turned the key with just a kiss. To attract my destiny for the world the Universe and all creation was my game My play my charade all along. Yes I suffered otherwise why do it? For suffering’s always been the game my chosen lot When first I cast the dice to gamble on winning the Day of Man
I shed my yes most precious blood upon your cross in what became a double-cross A sting you might say for I did not die upon it but swooned at the third hour Leaving my so hard won consciousness of the false gross universe While retaining my I-Am-God-State intact. Even Pilate was astonished that one so strong succumbed, or so he though so quickly |9| o m p o i n t i n t e r n a t i o n a l c i r c u l a r , s p r i n g e d i t i o n, i s s u e 5