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When others took not three hours but three days to give up the spirit on the gibbet. My only fault—for each time I come I do have one Was to doubt my divine consciousness in those blackest forlorn hours. Ah yes how else should it have been? Father Father why why has Thou forsaken me? I bit my tongue after crying out at the folly of such an utterance. For I and the Father are One. Was I not in such pain I might have laughed when at last I cried out again “It is finished!” What was it do you suppose I was referring to? Hardly my life For I retained it all the while never snapping the Silver Chord. What was finished so gloriously was act one of my work my age-old work Of suffering for the sake of Man. There would be five more decades of it to come.
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Make no mistake about it. I took not Man’s sin upon myself but the suffering That man was due—due to his ignorance of Truth. Man is himself the Truth but veiled. And until he works it out he’s bound. That’s why there’s a provisional clause Always in the God-Man’s contract.
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But retired into my conscious Godhood. I rested after that ordeal three days in the cool of the cave. But my loved ones must have seen the wink for no sooner was I placed in the tomb They came with such healing aloes and myrrh— a hundred weights worth Enough to raise anyone close to death but not yet dead. Nowadays you may call it a near death experience. Addressing my residual wounds they anointed Them with what has come to be known as the Ointment of Jesus. After my three days of rest In seclusion, my God-Man consciousness revived. Resuscitated in what poetically became known as My Resurrection. Oh well the priests have always liked dram, incense and robes... Let’s not quibble about words. Why the fathers in later times termed it such Can well be understood, for what did they know of the difference between The two sates of Nirvikalpa and Sahaj-Samadhi? Now listen well lest you continue the mistake.
When I became God-Realized at the Jordan by the hand of my Master John He unveiled me to that state which has always been mine But which to come into the world I was veiled from for a while Until the proper time the unveiling revealed. My Nirvikalpa-Samadhi state of Conscious-God remained. Gone gone gone—no longer conscious of the illusory universe But only myself as Infinite Radiant Light Bliss Knowledge and Power | 10 |
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