WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
Where are you from? This you will find in the 19th chapter of the Book of John. And the rabbi said to Pilate: We have a law, and according to that law he ought to die, for he claims he is the Son of God. And their law would not allow that, for we know where this man is from, know all about him; and when Messiah appears no one will know where he is from. So his claim is false. When Messiah appears it will be mysteriously done. And yet we know exactly where this man is from. Even his own brothers do not believe in him. And he said to his brothers, My time has not yet come, but your time is always here. And then he repeated it, but qualified it: My time has not yet fully come. He knew his time. He is speaking of two entirely different times, two entirely different worlds, two different ages. So: My time has not yet fully come, but your time is always here. But my time had not yet fully come. So Pilate said to him: Where are you from? And Jesus gave no answer. Pilate said to him: You will not speak to me?
Do you not know that I have the power to set you free and power to crucify? And Jesus answered him: You would have no power over me unless it had been given to you from above; therefore he who delivered me to you has the greater sin. He does not answer Pilate’s first question, but he corrects Pilate’s misunderstanding of power. He does not answer: Where are you from? He doesn’t answer him because Pilate would never understand; and he corrects Pilate’s misunderstanding – which is the world’s misunderstanding – of power. Pilate thought he had the power to set him free or to crucify him. He was simply telling him he had no power whatsoever unless it has been given from above. For, one day you will have this experience, and you will taste of the power of the new age. You will see a scene just like this. As you taste of the power of this new age, you will know it is all animated, and you are the power animating it. You will arrest within yourself an activity that you sense, and at that moment of arrestment everything stands still and is dead; it’s made as though it were made of clay. Not just the outer aspect, but your brain, that is so fluid and so alive and so pulsing – that, too, if you opened up the skull would be like clay. The heart that pumps – that too would be like clay. The whole thing including all the inner works would be frozen. Then you would release within yourself the activity which you have arrested and everything once more would become animated and would continue in its course and would perform its intention.
Then you will know what he means by this time, which is forever – as against His time, when he said to him: Brothers, my time has not yet fully come, but your time is always here. Now, man’s conventional view of time – including our great scientists – is that the future develops continuously out of the past; but that is not the Biblical view of time. The Biblical view of time is: what appears to be so new in our world is only the appearance of the return of phenomena already old. The whole vast would is moving on a circle, and all of this is already so, so that the entire space-time history of the world is laid out and we only become aware of increasing portions of it sequentially. But it is on a curve, and therefore what seemingly is past isn’t really;from the Biblical view, it is your tomorrow. It hasn’t receded into a past; it’s advancing into a future and it is forever. Now listen to these words: What had been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; and there is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, See, this is new? It has been already, in the ages past. There is no remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of later things yet to happen among those who will come after. (Eccl. 1:9-11). Well, who would accept that! The conventional view completely denies it, it couldn’t possibly be. He is telling me that I have a memory of my youth. I can’t quite remember the moment of my physical birth. I vividly remember the moment of my spiritual birth. But he is telling me it has been – that I do know. And everyone here – without memory of that physical birth – they can’t deny by observation of other people being born, that they, too, must have been born in a similar manner; so they say it has been. Now he tells me: that which has been done (which is my birth) is that which will be done. That I am moving towards that same thing on a wheel of recurrence, that same thing in this world of Caesar, and only divine mercy can redeem me from the wheel.
That: What seems to be, Is, To those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to Whom it seems to Be, even of torments, despair, and Eternal Death; but then Divine Mercy steps beyond and Redeems Man in the body of Jesus. (Jerusalem, 36 William Blake) So here the wheel returns. Now, let me share with you a story told me last Tuesday night – the lady is present. She gave me a letter just before I started. I had no time to read it before my meeting, and had no time until just before I retired that night – so about midnight I read the letter. It was dated Nov. 23rd, which as you know was a week ago last Saturday, the day after the great event in this world that took place on the 22nd. She states in the letter: This is my experience of ten days prior to the 22nd of November (that is the 12th of November). I go from my office home and back always in a certain manner, a certain road. It is my habit when I get into a certain intersection that I turn and read the headlines at a newsstand. Quite often a red light is with me, and so I have a moment to turn and read the headlines. This night on my way home it was dusk, the sun was setting. I am moving west into the setting sun, and a few cars moving. I turned to read the headlines of the day. As I turned, I saw four papers on the rack – three the usual black and white, and one was a green sheet and this enormous black type as a head mat read: KENNEDY SHOT. This is the 12th day of November. I almost put my foot on the brake to turn, but I was in the intersection. Then reason prevailed. I said, No it’s the headlight, it’s the dusk, it’s the sun that is setting; and surely above all things in my office where I work, the radio goes all day long, and such horrendous news would be on the radio. So that capped it, reason prevailed, and I knew I had not seen correctly; but I saw on this green paper: Kennedy Shot. Well, I kept going across the intersection. How long does it take – 2 or 3 seconds? And so at the end of the three seconds I crossed the intersection and kept moving. It wasn’t one block before I completely forgot the incident.
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