Some Events are Sacred and not forgotten
There was a war fought there on Golgotha that first night.
It was a battle summoned alike no other; though unseen by the common
men and women of this world. It was unfeigned by the nobles as they
drowsed in their plumped up bedding of comforts. Unbidden, yet
perhaps intrigued, in the shadowy unfathomables of the unconscious
regions within the criminal and the desperate. And although intuited
in its foredooming, passing over the innocent and through into the
night, had simply creased its way into the darkness of all the
preceding nights that had passed before it.
That first night �who can measure when a God truly dies? What was
that moment we determine � as He passed the gates and back many, many
times. At the first gate was a battle, and this battle was not even
of His Domain, but had inflicted it sorely �
Just as it is that men transfigure the spiritual realities during
sleep, in the night, so too did our Christ � then as a Man � visit
that Death state from which we return from and there, on that first
night, had confronted the spectres that abided in that place.
With faces misshapen, alive and yet without life, they gathered
around The Cross as if to incur, with what petulant will between them
would - His decease.
This unseen crowding swelled larger and huger with every moment
passing. With a magnetic hatred becoming the one force, now
manifesting one intent � this rabble of ghouls presented themselves
one by one, at His feet, to urge His undoing.
A Lord knows his lands and a King knows his own measure of
Sovereignty with a competent exactness. As the demonic host spewed
forth, Christ assessed what was before Him and waited. Some were
exceedingly powerful offcasts, particular to planetary systems
hitherto unknown by Him�. and yet, at the same time familiar- whilst
others were the demon children of discarded stars, orphaned from a
now dark planet that had expired through sin.
However, this was His domain, and His Love and His Place.
Already the millions upon millions of escrying creatures had
acclimatized themselves to this sphere that they could dwell
comfortably enough amongst our nature. It was to this part that He
Spattered over the hillside � that border where Hell met the Earth at
the feet of the Cross � glopped black blood from the tangle of forms
that had turned now upon themselves. Rarely in such numbers, but
common to the drama of their own, after their lusty entanglements
they would bludgeon and suck off each other's pain. The picture
presenting to a man would be frightful indeed, but amongst the
spectre spectators there was even a hideous enthusiasm in the
watching of this dark circus.
To our Christ it was a nonsense; and an intolerable one, concerning
his beloved World and its comprise. He had watched men and women now
that were terrified of the conditions within the physical existence.
He had seen firsthand just how close He was to losing it all to a
foul idiocy, and His Sadness could never have been the greater.
The wailing and the screeching ceased � silence as all of a sudden.
Many minds were bent on what was seen, many twisted faces turned to
witness what before was beyond their consideration.
Ghosts of the human dead had gathered around the figure of Christ.
Whilst His Body remained there sorely attached as it was on the
Cross, His Form could be seen sitting amongst the dead a little way
over from the hellish border.
Illuminated softly, yet brightly also, there appeared to be many
hundreds of individuals surrounding Him, and the impression was added
to this that they in turn were somehow connected to many hundreds
each besides. So it went on, and He by Presence and in quiet mind was
solemnly communicating each with one singularly and yet meeting with
all at the same time.
There was not just one emissary, but many from ages that had past. He
took counsel as well as gave counsel and although the physical time
had time to it, He made time and it was very lengthy.
Amongst the brightly lit crowd were also beings of immaculate beauty.
Invited and of supplicating comfort, these figures were planetary
spirits of Virtue and Grace, adorned with an integrity of quality
which was magnificent to watch amongst the crowding of souls. If you
could have seen you would have seen the auric egg of the ego light in
places about each man and woman, illuminating stars within their own
complex sheath - just to be in the vicinity of one of these beings of
Virtue - as their own heavenly worlds responded.
It could not have helped but to make a lasting impression on the
demonic community as they watched on. They had not captured the
attention of our Christ for very long, and nor had they seen what
they had come to see, for their own forecasts had been dark and
stupid � they had wished for ill and divined by their own limitations
However, they did become open, just briefly, to finding circumstance
beyond their own reckoning which was intriguingly different. It
brought pain to them to acknowledge goodness, but also the beginnings
of great healing to follow.
-the Elder Brothers
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