He Wakes in Me

Now this event is not described in any portion of scripture and yet the resurrection is really the high-water mark, the very center of the Christian faith. As Paul said, “If Christ is not raised, then our faith is in vain…and we are as men the most to be pitied.” (1Cor. 15:14,19), But how do we know? Sunday morning they’re all going to say Christ is risen, and they should because Christ is risen. But how do we know? We know only by the witnesses, only by those who experience the resurrection. So the experience of the resurrection in the lives of the apostles is the indispensable inner testimony, without which Jesus Christ might have been raised but could not have been preached as risen. The apostle…and they are coming in to bloom, one after the other; they are not just a few in the beginning, they are moving in; everyone who is called, who experiences the resurrection, who experiences Christianity in its fullness, he is the apostle. We cannot experience it and not have seen the risen Christ. It comes from within you and we are all raised, one by one, to unite into one single body, one Spirit, one Lord, one God and Father of us all. There’s only one.

Now tonight, let me share with you what I have experienced. I am not theorizing, I am not speculating. Here in scripture we are told that “our lowly bodies will be changed to be of one form with his glorious body” (Phil.3:21). Not like it, but one form; for, “There is only one body, one Spirit, one hope, one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of us all, who is above all, through all and in all” (Eph. 4:4). So here, we’re told in the 8th of Mark, he said to all, “Those who are ashamed of me and my words, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed when he comes into the glory of his Father with the heavenly angels” (Mark 8:38; Luke 9:26). This you read, you think “just words.” What does it mean? Now this precedes the resurrection; this is the 8th chapter of Mark. And you would think “he comes into the glory of his father,” is that the resurrection? No. It precedes it and precedes it not by too long a span of time. All these events in the end, when the drama is coming to its close, are separated in time but they’re all part of a single complex.

So here is one, and let me share it with you. In my case, 1946, and suddenly I found myself lifted up. But I can’t describe the feeling any better than I tried to describe it in my little book The Search. I felt myself to be the victor in a conflict with death, but I heard this heavenly chorus sing my praise and my victory over death. I can describe the body…I felt myself a being of fire, dwelling in a body of air. The body was luminous, self-luminous, as told you in the 9th of Mark, and his garments radiated light with such an intensity that no fuller’s power could whiten a garment comparable to it. It wasn’t a white garment; it was simply radiant light. It was night, and yet I need no starlight, no moonlight—like tonight it’s a full moon, or it seems to be. There was no need for any external light, I was light enough and I could see as far as vision desired, radiating it from myself. I felt so buoyant. I was lifted off the earth. When I walked I simply glided, I didn’t walk, and came upon a scene of human imperfection. As I walked by, everyone was molded into perfection. The blind, the eyes came back into the empty sockets, and the arms that were missing returned, and those who were lame, those who were dumb, every conceivable imperfection was simply vanishing as I walked by, and accompanied all along by this wonderful heavenly chorus singing my praises and calling me by name. When I got to the very end and the last one was made perfect, it exulted.

And then came this strange happening. At the very end when they said “It is finished,” which is the last cry on the cross, I felt myself from this wonderful being of fire, clothed in this garment of air, actually crystallize into this tiny little thing that you’re now seeing, called Neville. Here was this tiny little, tight little thing, as though I was completely bound and couldn’t turn in any direction. The little thing on the bed that you’re now looking at this the thing into which I crystallized. You think it’s an animated wonderful form, and on this level it seems to be to me. Compared to that radiant garment, that garment which is my transfigured self, well, you can’t compare it. But it precedes this that we are now commemorating, the resurrection.

This is the garment; it’s not another garment of Christ. There’s only one Christ. And so everyone who is raised is Christ. “God raised the Lord and we also shall be raised by his power.” That’s what we are told in Paul’s letters to the Corinthians, I think it is the 6th chapter: “God raised the Lord and we also shall be raised by his power” (1Cor. 6:14). And may I tell you, what a power! It is called the power of God and the power of God comes to you just like a wind. At first you feel it like a vibration…but it is just like a wind, an unearthly wind. And when it hits you, years after this…for this was 1946 when there was the transfigured self. Then 1959 came the resurrection and the resurrection precedes one’s privileged birth from above into an entirely new age.

But resurrection comes first. It begins the entire drama of Christianity, although, all these signs precede it, like the transfigured self, and you feel yourself this being of fire, dwelling in a body of air. Then you have many experiences preceding the resurrection. It comes on you so suddenly. There is no warning, because you don’t even know. For you are told in this transfigured state…what did he say? “Tell it to no one until the Son of man has been raised from the dead” (Mat.17:9). Well, they didn’t understand it. Go and tell it to no one until the Son of man might have been raised from the dead. They said, “What does it mean, the Son of man raised from the dead?” No one understood it but they first saw the transfigured body. Then comes this…and I tell you it comes so suddenly, so unexpectedly, and you would never once guess that this was the resurrection.

Man has been taught to believe that a man was crucified on a wooden tree or some cross of wood, taken down from it, and put into a grave. And it isn’t so at all. Christ is buried in man. The great Messiah, the great Lord is buried in man. Man’s creative power, man’s creative wisdom is God’s creative power and wisdom, I would say, lowered to this level, where it is buried in man. It goes through the most horrible experience in the dream world, this is the dream world. And at the very end, it begins to stir. As it stirs it fulfills within itself scripture…all that was foretold. For listen to the words as told us in the Book of Deuteronomy. These are the words put into the mouth of one called Moses; that is the eternal state, not a person as you are, as I am, but the eternal state through which man passes.

As he enters the state, he hears the words recorded seemingly by a person called Moses as now recorded in our book called the Bible. And these are his words, “The Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among you, from your brethren—him ye shall heed” (Deut.18:15). Now you read it, but do not read it on the surface because translations are strange. Go back and find the original Hebrew word for every word in the sentence. Now, I’ll take just the one “among” translated in the Revised Standard Version as among and translated in the King James Version as “midst, in the midst of you.” And it means “within yourself.” It means “the heart”; it means “the bowel.” The same word is translated as bowel. It’s translated as “the very core of a person, the very most inmost thought of man.” That is the Hebrew word translated in the sentence as among. So, from among you I am going to raise up…“the Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me” (Moses is speaking) “a prophet like me from among you”…from within you.

Well, Moses is the one in the ancient world who experienced transfiguration. For his body shone, his face so shone he had to cover it when he came to the Israelites. They could not behold the glory of the man. Here is a prototype of the one that is to be raised up from man, out of man. Something comes out of man that is the Lord, the Messiah, the Lord Jesus Christ. It’s not something coming out and departing from man leaving you here. This (body) is the garment; this is the grave in which he is buried. He’s your own wonderful human Imagination; that is the Lord Jesus Christ. Everything in your world is produced by it. There isn’t a thing that wasn’t first imagined. Not one thing in this world that wasn’t first an image and then it becomes an objective fact. It seems so independent of your perception of it you forget the origin of the thing, and you don’t realize it was all produced by the Lord Jesus Christ.

Not one thing in the world…you can’t name a thing that wasn’t first an image and that image ___(??), the dreamer in you who is the Lord Jesus Christ. And one day he begins to stir. As he stirs in you, you have the experiences of scripture. All the things said in scripture you begin to experience. All of a sudden, one day, without warning, you’re resurrected. This is how it happens. You retire, as you’ve done through the years, and it never occurred to you that you were buried. You know that some day it’s inevitable that you will be…that you either will be buried or you’ll be cremated. But you know this much, everyone knows, whether he thinks of it or not, there must come that moment in time when he will be dead judged by human standards. He’s known that, but he doesn’t want to think about it. But it never occurs to him while he’s walking the earth that he’s dead.

So I go to bed at night, but I was alive this day and I wake in the morning from a dream, if I remember the dream. So I wake, but I’m still once more alive. I have an absence of consciousness if I didn’t remember a dream and the clock tells me I slept, say, six hours, so six hours of unconsciousness. But still the body was alive, it ticked, it pulsed, and so I woke. So I didn’t call myself dead in that interval, for the body was alive. It never occurred to me that I was dead. And then this night, the normal retirement, and then comes a wind, an unearthly wind. In both Hebrew and in Greek, the word Spirit and wind are identical, the same word. So when you speak of the Spirit of the Lord, you can speak of the wind. So here, the wind comes. It’s a peculiar wind and you feel it in your head. It increases in intensity and all of a sudden you begin to awake. In the beginning you think, “Well now, I can’t stand it. I’m going to explode. My head can’t stand this” and you feel that this may be a massive hemorrhage, some wonderful cerebral hemorrhage, and this is it. But, instead of ending in that manner, all of a sudden you begin to awake and you think “Well now I’m waking.” But you wake to find that you are not as you formerly awoke, you’re in your skull. You’re completely awake as you’ve never been awake before. There is a clarity of thought you’ve never known before, but you are entombed and you are in your skull. Your skull is a tomb and completely sealed, there is no opening. Here you stand alone. There’s no furniture, not a thing, it’s an empty tomb. But you, you’re the only thing in it. The whole thing is empty. And here you awake.

You have one consuming desire: to get out. You have a peculiar innate knowledge, as though built in in the beginning of time, that if you could push and press the base of your skull, something would give. You obey this innate knowledge and you push it. Something does give and it rolls away, leaving an opening. Then you put your head through. As you put your head through, you push your head through, and then you squeeze yourself out. It’s a very small opening but big enough to get your body out. You squeeze out, inch by inch, and you come out just like a child out of the womb of woman. It comes out head first and pushes itself out and finally the little hands come out, and the little thing is coming out. You come out in the same manner.

And you come out, for a few seconds you remain on the floor, and then you rise. You look back at this out of which you’ve come. It’s dead…save it is moving this way, the head is moving from side to side…but it looks dead, the thing out of which you’ve emerged. You were in it and you never realized that it was a tomb. You always thought it was you. Someone struck your hand, you didn’t say “You struck my hand, you struck me”…and when you ate, I ate. The body was being fed, the body was bathed, the body was being shaved and cleaned, and it always was you. As far as you are concerned, I am it. It never occurred to you it’s a garment that you are wearing and it was a garment of death.

All of a sudden, the wind increases now, but strangely it is free now. Instead of centered completely in your head, it is coming from the corner of the room in which you find yourself. You are diverted from this garment that now is flat on its back. As you look over wondering “Is it coming from that corner?” a peculiar wind, but an unearthly wind, it’s like a hurricane, like some peculiar cyclone. You aren’t diverted more than a few seconds and as you look back, the garment is gone. But in its place sit three men. You recognize the three…here one at the head and two where the feet were. They heard the same wind. One gets up, he’s terribly concerned. As he starts toward the same direction where you heard the wind, his attention is attracted to something on the floor. He looks down and before he even picks it up, he announces, calling you by name—in my case, he called me by name—he said, “Why, it’s Neville’s baby.” And the other two, in incredulous voices, said, “How could Neville have a baby?” Well, he doesn’t argue the point; he lifts the evidence. It’s an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Now, he didn’t give birth to any child. You’re told in scripture the son, the little child that is found is a sign—it’s not the thing itself. Men have completely confused themselves. They can’t read correctly. Few people read or really read accurately. So these are the words, “And this shall be a sign unto you: you shall find a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes” (Luke 2:12). It’s a sign. Sign of what?—that God is born. That is the sign. The Lord is born. Where? His power is born from a higher level of his own being. He buried himself and then raised himself to a higher level, and the evidence that he rose to a higher level is called a birth on a higher level. Where is the birth? Well, a child is the symbol of a birth. A little child, a little babe wrapped in swaddling clothes…“And this shall be a sign unto you: you shall find a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes” which symbolizes the birth of God on a higher level. For flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of heaven, neither can the perishable inherit the imperishable. So if I would enter the kingdom of heaven, then I have to leave the garment of flesh and blood that I have been wearing through the centuries.

So here, the resurrection is followed by birth from above. Then comes all the little events and they are stretched over a period of three and a half years. As told in scripture, “And when Jesus began his ministry, he was about thirty years of age” (Luke 3:23). Then we are told the ministry lasted only three and a half years, and it is exactly three and a half years to the end of the great drama. He lingered in the world…as told us in the story of Acts, in the form of one called Paul…the identical experiences. He remained because the need was great to persuade others of the kingdom of God and of the truth concerning Jesus Christ, using as his example and his argument all the prophecies of the great prophets and all the law of Moses. Some were persuaded by what he said, while others disbelieved. So after your completion of the drama, you remain to persuade as many as you can, based upon the law of Moses and the prophets. And some will believe what you say, and be persuaded by what you say, and others will disbelieve it. Then suddenly you depart from this world never to return to it.

You have raised yourself…and it’s God that raised you to a higher power. Now you’re one with the same…there’s only one body. There aren’t many little Christs running around, not many little Messiahs running around, all are united into one body. As told us in Ephesians, “There’s only one body, only one Spirit, only one hope, only one Lord, only one faith, only one baptism, only one God and Father of us all” (Eph. 4:4). So there aren’t numberless little Jesuses running around. The word Jesus and the word Jehovah really are one and the same. It means “Jehovah saves” or “Jehovah is salvation,” and the only savior recorded in scripture is the Lord Jehovah. “I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…and besides me there is no savior” (Is.43:3,11). Do not look for any other Savior.

Well, where is he? He is within you. He is crucified within you. He limited himself to man for his own purpose. And then assuming the state of death he overcomes death, transcending death, the limitation of this little garment that dies. Well, everything here dies. There isn’t a thing in this world that doesn’t come, wax, wane and vanish. Everything dies. There’s nothing that is eternal, nothing that is immortal here. We speak of the immortal man; he has immortality in his paintings. What nonsense. This one has immortality in his art of Nature, that one has immortality in his music, and now he’s become an immortal. What nonsense! Everything here vanishes, even the most concrete mountain in the world decays. We’re told that the very suns and moons of the world, they’re all becoming dead as they become less and less radiant, so they claim. Regardless of whether they claim it or not, everything simply dies here. But, there is something buried in man that is immortal, yet it has to overcome this limitation imposed upon it that was self-imposed.

So here, I tell you he rises in us, and when he rises in us, we are the very one who is rising, not another. The union takes place and he’s not another. Without loss of identity I wear the garment of the risen Christ. Without loss of identity every child born of woman will wear the one garment of the risen Christ. Now, don’t ask me to explain this mystery. How can one contain all? But it does. You might just as well ask me, “How does this body of yours contain these billions of atoms? How does your little brain contain billions of atoms?” I do not know. How can I say that within my own loins contain as many children as I am capable of siring? Yet, they all come from me. Now they seem to be many bodies when they come out in this world, but in the end they’re all gathered back into one body. This is a fragmented one re-gathered into one body, a far greater being than it was prior to the fragmentation. For truth is an ever increasing illumination. There’s no such thing as an ultimate truth. How could it be? Well then, it’s stagnation. And so truth is ever and forever and ever increasing. And so is power. And so is wisdom. So God took his power, his creative seed and buried it in man, and then that began to awaken in man.

Now, the process by which this body is transformed, the being that I am is transformed, to conform to the body that is his glorious body—as we’re told in Philippians, “And he will change my lowly body to be of one form with his glorious body” (3:21)—well, the process by which that is done is but the same process by which Christ is formed in me. As I’m told in Galatians, “Until Christ be formed in you.” So Christ must be formed in me. That’s the identical process by which the lowly body is transformed to be of one form with the glorious body, same process. There’s not something on the outside and he’s formed in me, he’s my very self.

Then suddenly I awake. But because only Jesus Christ is ever raised from the dead, then if I am raised from the dead then I must be he. For only the Lord is raised. As you’re told, “God raised the Lord.” And so, we are told we are born anew through the resurrection of Jesus Christ within us. Therefore, if Jesus Christ is within me, and I am born anew through his resurrection, and I didn’t feel someone else resurrect, I knew that I resurrected, I was awakened, and I, not another, and then I was born. Well, if it’s Jesus Christ who is resurrected and through his resurrection man is born anew, well then, I know who he is. I have found him. And it isn’t another: It’s our own wonderful human Imagination. That’s who Jesus Christ is. Now, put him to the test, just put him to the test.

Now, let me give you something tonight to put your mental teeth into. On the way down tonight, I casually mentioned it to my friends who brought me here. My friend David drove us down and Jack and Grace and my wife. I had no intention of mentioning it tonight, but my wife said, “You know, that should be told.” Well, quite a while ago, a friend of mine who is here tonight, he said, “I had this experience in a dream. I was an actor playing the part, wearing the costume of a Greek. Now, it’s not an ancient world, because the instrument used to destroy me was a gun. So it could not be the ancient Grecian world. But I was an actor and I was playing a part. My opponent in the drama who had to shoot me, naturally, would use a blank. But this night in question he didn’t. And as he shot me and I fell and rose from that body, restored to life, not resurrected but restored, I said, ‘Why, that S.O.B., he shot me!’ Then I woke.”

Now, here this past week, Milton Berle’s nephew, a fine young lad in his twenties, here, he is taking…well, it’s a drama, too, because it was simulated. It wasn’t an actual catching of a thief, but they were simulating the catching of a thief who was stealing a car. The deputy played the part of the thief. He didn’t know his gun was loaded and the young Berle didn’t know his gun was loaded. They came up to put themselves into the fire of it as an actor would and the deputy pulled his gun, it was loaded, and killed young Berle.

Now, I could only say this much, if it would comfort Milton and the boy’s parents and family, that my friend who is here tonight—and this dream is not of an ancient dream for the very simple reason a gun was used and there was no gun in the ancient world—but in this present section of time he has experienced the resurrection; he’s experienced the birth from above; he’s experienced the fatherhood of God through the discovery of the only begotten Son, David, who calls him Father; waiting now for the final curtain when the dove descends. Well, if such innocent blood results in redemption, as it is in his case, well then, I can say then innocent blood as it certainly is in the case of young Berle, if that also results in redemption in the not distant future, for it can’t be too far, well then, what a blessing.

If one could only see that all things move for good as told us in scripture, everything in this world is moving for good because God planned it all. “As I have planned it, so shall it be. As I have purposed it, so shall it stand. I will not turn back until all that I have planned is perfectly fulfilled,” as we’re told in scripture (Is.14:24; 55:11). As I have planned it so shall it be. And so, all things move for good with those who love the Lord. Well, I’m quite sure that he was one who attended either the synagogue or attended some other form of religious order who really believed in God. There was a measure of love there. But no one can tell me that that shedding of innocent blood, as it was in my friend’s case which resulted in redemption, would not now result in ___(??).

Now, I’m not going to suggest that anyone go and get shot, because that would not be innocent blood. This happens innocently. For the deputy did not mean it and he who was the innocent victim certainly did not expect it. So I do not mean that someone who goes into battle to kill and be killed is innocent blood. That isn’t innocent blood. When someone deliberately takes a shot at a person and kills him, that isn’t innocent blood. But when someone in this manner or when someone innocently walks by, in, I would say, a protest march and someone takes a shot at him, his blood is innocent. He had no intentions of getting even with anyone or killing anyone. He walked unarmed. If he walks unarmed and some silly person who is prejudiced, either racially prejudiced, or socially prejudiced, or in some other way he’s prejudiced, and then shoots someone, well then, that one who is shot he has shed innocent blood. Well now, what a blessing if such innocent blood results in redemption, which is a complete lifting up and raising one’s self from this wheel of recurrence which is eternal death.

So here, I could not help but see a relationship, this analogy between what my friend told me at home one night for dinner…and he said it just innocently, “I had this vivid, vivid dream. I don’t quite understand its meaning.” But now when this thing happens in this world and we see a similar case, only his was simulated in the practice of catching thieves, when his was on a play on a stage—but the same play. It’s a play, for they did not intend to catch a thief; they were only simply preparing in the event there was a thief and he had to play the part of catching him…and he was innocently shot.

So here, I tell you he wakes in us. Who?—the Lord Jesus Christ. And when he wakes, who are you? You are the Lord Jesus Christ. For you are told, “In the end there is only Jesus.” So when they came down from the mount and they began, first of all, to awake from it all, there was no Moses, no Elijah but Jesus only. So here, the prototype vanishes, both of the law and the prophets, and the embodiment and fulfillment of all law and prophecy, and there’s Jesus only. So, in the end everyone is Jesus only, and there is nothing but Jesus, who is Jehovah. There’s nothing but God. God plays all the parts and there is nothing but God.

So in the end, everyone awakes and everyone is that being who is in the beginning. If one could only see this compound unity, one made up of others, which is the word Elohim, which is the grand foundation of the Hebrew faith, called the Shema: “Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one” (Deut.6:4). If you could only see that compound unity—here, one made up of others. Well, the word Elohim is a plural word, the gods. But when they agree to dream in concert, there’s a unity, that’s a oneness. And here, there’s an agreement, an assemblage of the gods, and their assemblage forms one in agreement. They agree on the play and become fragmented. But only the one God is playing all the parts. You say “I am” before you say anything. You say, “Who are you?” I say, “Well, I am Neville.” Before I said Neville, I said “I am.” I ask, “Now, who are you?” You say, “I am John.” Before you said John, you said “I am.” That’s the name of God. He has no other name. So you can’t divide I AM, yet you do see it divided, fragmented when you say I am John, I am Neville, I am Grace, I am Peter. You see the fragmented and yet it’s still I AM. You can’t divide I AM. How can you divide I AM? So here, “Go and tell them my name is I AM forever. This is the name by which I shall be known throughout all generations” (Ex.3:14). You can’t divide it and yet we see a seeming division. When I ask questions and others answer and it’s coming from that source, we say, “Well, I am Grace, I am Jack, I am Natalie, I am Tom, I am Bill.” “Who are you?” “I am Neville.” All preceded the little mask by saying, “I am.” In the end, there’s only God, only one, nothing but God.

So here, this wonderful story is true, may I tell you, and I’m speaking not from hearsay, I am not theorizing, I’m not speculating, I’m telling you what I know. I have experienced it. And like Paul I must remain and tell it because of the need…and tell it from morning to night. Some will believe it and some will disbelieve it. When I go, well then, those who believe it will continue from there. The others, well, they continue in their search too— but none will be lost, not one can be lost—to continue in their own different ways. In the end, everyone will be redeemed, because if one is lost, well then, the whole is not put together. There’s a missing part in the puzzle and no one worthy of the name of God would leave a little piece out. He can’t push it in; he has to make it fit as it ought to fit. You can’t just squeeze it in. You see a little child, well, I must run off so I’ll put it here. It doesn’t fit there. You take it out, it just doesn’t fit. Everything has to fit. For in the beginning was the plan and in the end the plan will be fulfilled: All will awaken, and when they awake they’re God. There’s nothing but God.

But no one can function on the higher level by any good works that he does. You can’t earn it. There’s no such thing as accumulating merit. It’s simply God raised the Lord. Listen to it carefully, “I will also raise us by his power” and so each in his own good time. So we’re all gathered together, one after the other, but each in his own good time. There’s a plan through the entire thing. And “The will of the Lord will not turn back until he has executed and accomplished the intents of his mind. In the latter days you will understand it perfectly” as told us in Jeremiah (30:24), everything according to plan.

And here this marvelous, marvelous story… yesterday, my eyes fell upon the 80th chapter of Psalms. Here is the call, “Turn again, O Lord. Look and see. Regard thy vine that thy hand has planted. They have burned it and they’ve cut it down. Let thy hand fall upon the man of thy right hand, the son of man whom thou hast made a power for thyself!” (Ps.80:14-18). Did he not say, “I am the vine?” Did he not say that “No one takes my life, I lay it down myself? I have the power to lay it down and the power to lift it up again.” So here, it is said, “They have burned it and they’ve cut him down.” Alright, he said, I purposely permitted it, I did it. Now, the call: “Let thy hand be upon the man of thy right hand.”

May I tell you, that is a true and marvelous story. The day will come that you will know you are the right hand of God, the power of God and the wisdom of God. The day will come that your hand, too, will be unveiled in the presence of those that you are teaching and exposed completely from the shoulder down to the hand, the right hand, the power of God and the wisdom of God. And the story of the twelve, just about twelve, and when one departs he tells what you have said. He will leave the room to tell the authorities what he has heard. Then the authorities will enter and perform the operation of severing the cloth that covers your hand, first nailing into your shoulder a peg. Every blow you will feel, yet it will not hurt. And you will see how he hangs upon that peg, hangs upon the shoulder, all of Israel. So you will have the opportunity of guiding the forces for a season, but all of you, for they are all dead. You will do it; then will come the end of your duty and it will fall from your shoulder and another will pick up the challenge and carry it on until all are redeemed.

But you will first have it pegged into your shoulder and then the garment will be severed. That which he took from you will be blue in color, therefore, you were telling those that you spoke to the truth. For it’s true blue, the color of truth. What you told them was the truth, “And thy word is truth.” He said, “I am the truth”…and my words are the words not of mine but the words of him who sent me. So the words are true. You’re telling the truth. Then you will find the whole thing will dissolve, and then it’s your turn next to pick up the burden and lead the dead until you, in the dead, awake. Then you’ll turn it down, put down the burden, and another will pick it up and at the end all will have had the opportunity of actually controlling this sphere.

Now let us go into the Silence.

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___(??) the great day in Christendom, called Easter. May I tell you, I do not know of anything in print that tells the story as it really is comparable to that which I have told in my book and I’ve called it Resurrection. I have not read it, I have not heard it, I know of no one who has told it. They all speak of a change of consciousness where they feel better or they feel more loving, and they call that a new birth. That hasn’t a thing to do with a new birth. So I have told the resurrection as it actually is from experience; I did not theorize. So if you haven’t the book, may I suggest it. If you would like to give it to a friend on this day called Easter, may I suggest the book. You’ll find it at the book table.

Now, are there any questions, please?

Q: After the Christ has risen in one, just what method do they use to create? Do you still use the law or ___(??) with their true identity?

A: Ina dear, there’s only one creative power and that is Christ, and that is your own wonderful human Imagination. When he rises in you, still clothed and limited as you are in the garment of the flesh, you still would exercise your Imagination. Here you are limited. You will do it in confidence beyond what you did prior to that. Prior to that you try to ___(??), you try to pass the buck. Now you don’t pass the buck, you simply accept the fact that they called upon you and you hear it. You never argue thereafter. You don’t ask them to do anything. Before this, you will say, “But you’re getting in my way. You’re doing so and so and you’re doing so and so.” With this you do nothing. You can only say, “According to your faith be it unto you.”

But you imagine the end as they’ll ask you. You say to me, I want to be so and so; alright if it’s not in conflict with what I would ask for myself. For instance, if you ask me to have someone dead, that would be in conflict with what I would wish for that person or for myself, and so I would not be the one who would give you the help that you sought. But if you asked for some good for yourself that is not a hurt to some aspect of myself—because everyone is myself—but if you don’t ask me to hurt some aspect of myself in order to help this aspect, well then, I would simply assume that you are what you would like to be, and then forget it. Then make no effort whatsoever to bring it to pass. Rest in confidence and keep the sabbath. The sabbath means the stillness between what I have done and it’s appearance in the world.

But, while we are still in this world of Caesar, wearing these garments of limitation, then we are limited. But when he rises in us, then we do nothing but simply assume the end…and then drop it, as though it were done, and accept no argument from anyone thereafter. If they call you and say, “But you know, it hasn’t happened,” it doesn’t matter what they are saying. You’ve heard it and you dwell at the end.

A little dove from our window, I might be anxious to see those little things come out and see the little doves in time. There’s an interval between the little hen laying the eggs and the hatching of the eggs. Now they’re out. They came out on the 21st, the day after her birthday, right on the spring day. They’re only four days old and they’re so big already. But if I interfere by getting up on a ladder looking at the little eggs, being anxious about it, chances are they would fly away and the little things would drop and break. Just leave them. The winds came, the rains came, but it didn’t stop this love for what she had to do. She remained faithful to the nest and never left it until the other one came back. I can’t tell the male from the female, but when one came, the other one departed. Now they’re feeding them. And these two little birds…on the 21st, last Tuesday, they came out. Here it’s Friday, tomorrow it will be four days, and they’re already so big she has to do this to protect them.

And so, your request is like an egg. If someone really believes in the reality of what you’ve offered, they fertilize it. Believe it…as you’re told in the Book of Habakkuk, “The vision has its own appointed hour; it ripens, it will flower. If it be long or be late, wait; for it is sure and it will not be late” (Hab. 2:3). Not for itself…each has its own interval of time between the egg being fertilized and its fulfillment.

Q: ___(??)after we all wake, one by one, and return, then what, another drama?

A: My dear, to quote the poet, he said, “Be patient. Our playwright will show us in some fifth act what this wild drama means.” This is an act in four parts. So be patient. Our playwright will show us in some fifth act what this wild drama means. Well, you want it to be simply that the play is over and we all are rejoicing because we all return, enhanced beyond what we were prior to the acts, prior to all the pain that we went through. But now we forget the pain in the glory. For now the child is born, which is the increased power and wisdom. Now, wouldn’t you want to try it, not on that level, on a greater level again? When we’re all together, we become by that union more adventurous and more desirous to transcend that and therefore it is an ever-increasing illumination. That’s the joy. If God were static and God could not be increased in wisdom and in power then what would the whole thing be? It would be a mess.

And so, someone said to me the other night…he disagreed with something I said…and so he came up after the meeting and said, “You talk on the truth, yes, you do talk on the truth, but, may I tell you, not the whole truth.” I couldn’t agree with him more. How could I have the whole, the absolute truth when there is no absolute truth? How could I have the whole truth here? And I said, if you know one person in this world, or you think you do, who tells you he has the absolute truth, walk in the other direction. If you meet any “holy” man, run. You start meeting any of these holy people, you start running like the devil. All they want is simply your pocketbook. Someone took my statement about the pope being the head of an organization of fifty billion dollars…I was a piker. Have you seen this past week, Bishop Pike—and it’s quoted in the New York Times, which I get every week and I have the L. A. Times—and he wrote an article in the April issue of Esquire, I think it is, maybe it’s Playboy, but Esquire, anyway. He said, “In our country alone the visible real estate properties of organized churches comes to seventy-nine point five billion dollars…the visible. We all have invisible assets, everyone, even a little ___(??), but the visible real estate properties of organized religion in our country is seventy-nine point five. The Catholics have forty-four point five billion in our country and, I thought, fifty billion in the world. Well, how far below I was in my figure. ___(??). Well, no one worthy of the name of the head of an organization, whether he be a banker or a great business who has that sort of a portfolio, could have any kind of spirituality. What time would I have to meditate and to think in terms of the scripture when I have to invest and keep it alive something like in this country alone forty-four and a half billion? And all the…well, add it up. The Jews have seven and a half billion and the rest belongs to the Protestants. Now, deduct that from the seventy-nine point five and you find what they have. They have an awful lot. It all runs into billions and it’s all tax exempt.

Now, I never heard this before, and he makes the statement that the biggest bank in the world is the Bank of America. I have heard that before, but he makes the statement, and this is Bishop Pike, and he says these are figures that I have, that the Jesuit order owns fifty-one percent of the stock. But I don’t mind if they have fifty-one or fifty- two…but they own fifty-one percent of the stock of the Bank of America. Here they have an organization bringing in $250 million a year net, tax exempt. Well, I pay about $2,000…I have a little income from Barbados and I have to pay forty percent on it to Barbados and when I get what they send me here, I pay more here. I pay two: forty percent of my dividend check in Barbados they deduct, and when I get my dividend check here, they deduct more here. And they have 250 million tax exempt.

Well, he took issue with what I said, because I should not have mentioned. I have no Holy Father outside of the only Holy Father of the world. “Call no man on earth, Father, for you have one Father who is in heaven.” Why am I calling anyone on earth Father? Holy Father what? I’m not anti-Catholic or anti-Protestant or anti-Jew. I simply am telling you what I know from my own experience. I have experienced scripture and I’m not going for all this silliness about because someone wears a lot of colorful clothes that he’s a holy person, and extends his hand for me to kiss. A kiss for what? I’m not going for this. I tell you what I know from experience: Christ, the only Christ, is in you. There never was another one.

And he has been raised in what person? Who knows that initial one that is called the first…but all when raised happen to be Jesus Christ. So you can call him Jesus Christ, but what earthly name he wore when he was raised no one knows. Any more than they know the earthly names of those who wrote Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. These are anonymous names. We do not know the authors of the gospels. We do not know the authors of the first five books of the Bible, from Genesis through to Deuteronomy. We only have them as initials. We have the J manuscript, and we have the E manuscript, and we have the P manuscript, but we do not know who they are, just little symbols. But who is J, who is E, and who is P? They are all attributed to one called Moses. There is no Moses. Moses is not a person; Moses is the eternal state. These are personifications of states of consciousness through which man moves. And so, man not knowing this he has taken the instrument that conveyed the instruction for the instruction. He has taken the first original sense for the ultimate sense intended, and he’s mistaken personifications for persons. These are not persons. So, I am telling you, no one knows who that first person was in whom the Lord Jesus Christ rose. But we can call him the Lord Jesus Christ, the first, because everyone who rises is the Lord Jesus Christ, for there is only Jesus.

Goodnight.