Silence on Golgotha

I posted a Golgotha vision a few days ago and the scene is still there in the Aluna three days later, I’m still watching it hour-by-hour. It is most mysterious.

The sky is dark except for the occasional lightening and Jesus is there on the cross very silent and very motionless and very abandoned and lonely.

You think he is dead but after a while you realize he’s not dead at all. He doesn’t move a muscle or even seem to be breathing but in fact one realizes he controls the destiny of the world from inside his eternal humility and his unbounded silence while hanging there motionless.

It is partly to do with indictment.

His hanging there on that bleak dark hill is in effect the crimes of our shadow made manifest for all to see. Our judgments and criticisms; our false witness and malicious gossip our racism and our self-importance and the suffocation of elitism. We’ll gladly crucify someone else rather than take the blame or look at the crimes of our shadow.

Strangely, I know exactly how this indictment of Jesus works as the Beings have shown it to me over and over again.

When they have me do ‘chicken on a string’, I’m tied at the fox’s lair waiting for it to come out of hiding. I sucker a a person out from behind their Mister Nice Guy routine or their Mrs. Effin’ Perfect theatrical performance, and I am supposed to let them attack me and abuse me and make up stories about me, which they invariably do.

I’m not allowed to whack ‘em in the Aluna, which is a crying shame and bloody irritating; it took me ages and ages to get used to those terms and conditions. Though I am allowed to defend myself here in 3-D if they get nasty or violent but that’s about it.

Then in the process of “How do ya fancy some chicken McNuggets?” they have to be offered an honorable way out, no matter how nasty they are, or how wrong they are. The offer of redemption and reconciliation is offered to them three times but because that is the rules and because they are always deeply bent and evil they never take it. Well, I’ve not had one take it so far not in the last ten years since I’ve been in the chicken-on-the-string business.

And then something really strange happens. You have to imagine the person as a black shiny stick, less thick than a broom handle but bigger than a twig. After the third refusal where they are offered the chance to be reasonable and they decline, they break, the stick snaps. When the stick breaks they are trapped in the hells worlds, F.I.N.I.T.O. And they can’t really hide here in 3-D anymore so the collapse of their hidden dark is but a short distance away. (sw)