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    God Knows Every Man

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    God Knows Every Man

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    Book Five, Chapter 564

    « And you will waste your time for nothing, My dear friend. Because Pilate - you are aware of it as a man, I as God - is but a reed that bends to the side opposite the hurricane, endeavouring to avoid it. He is never insincere. Because he is always convinced that he wants to take action, and he does what he says in that moment. But a moment later, because of the howling of a storm from another direction, he forgets - oh! he does not break his promise or his will - he forgets, just that, what he wanted previously. He forgets because the cry of a will stronger than his makes him lose his memory, it blows away all the thoughts that another cry had placed in it, and replaces them with new ones. And then, above all the storms that with numberless voices, from that of his wife who threatens to separate if he does not do what she wants - and once he is separated from her, that is the end of all his strength, of his protection with "divine" Caesar, as they say, although they are convinced that this Caesar is more abject than they are… But they can see the Idea in the man, nay the Idea annihilates the man representing it, and one cannot say that the Idea is unclean: every citizen loves, and it is fair that he should love his Fatherland, and should want it to triumph… Caesar is the Fatherland… so… also a miserable man is… great because of what he represents… But I did not want to speak of Caesar, but of Pilate! - So I was saying that above all the voices, from that of his wife to those of the crowds, there is the voice, oh! what a voice! of his ego. Of the small ego of the small man, of the greedy ego of the greedy man, of the proud ego of the proud man; that smallness, that greed, that pride want to reign to be great, they want to reign to have superabundance of money, they want to reign to be able to rule over a multitude of subjects stooping to pay homage to them. Hatred is smouldering underneath, but the little Caesar named Pilate, our little Caesar does not see it… He can only see the backs bent feigning homage and fear before him or really feeling both. And because of the stormy voice of his ego he is prepared to do anything. I say: anything. Provided he may continue to be Pontius Pilate, the Proconsul, the servant of Caesar, the Ruler of one of the many regions of the empire. And because of all that, even if now he is My defender, tomorrow he will be My judge, and inexorable. The thought of man is always uncertain. Most uncertain when that man's name is Pontius Pilate. But, Lazarus, you may satisfy Peter… If that is to console him… »

    « Not to console me, but… to calm me a little… »

    « Then please our good Peter and go to Pilate. »

    « I will go, Master. But You have described the Proconsul as no historian or philosopher could have done. A perfect portrait! »

    « I could likewise depict every man in his real image: his character. But let us go to these people who are rioting. »

    It is utterly amazing, that God knows everyman, in character and personality. Since God is a Father, this is natural. He desires, our souls to reflect His Image and Likeness. To understand, "His Image and Likeness" we have Jesus explain how.

    In one of the chapters of the Notebooks, Jesus explains, that God knows every man, before they are born, how they lived their lives, and so forth. This is a 'eye' opening revelation. God already knows how you will live your life on the Earth and thus, nothing, absolutely nothing is 'hidden' from God. We hide from God our sins. That is all we hide. We hide them means we don't repent and come clean.


    Peace be with you always
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    Post on Sat Dec 17, 2011 3:49 am by Poem


    Page 301

    1943

    September 12

    Jesus says:

    "Among the pure believers, among these humble, simple spirits I spoke to you about yesterday, to whom I grant the possession of Truth, I prompt special souls; I choose them before their incorporation into life because I know everything about the man who has lived, who lives, and who will live, and I thus already know beforehand how every spirit will act on the earth, either meriting or demeriting.

    "And do not say that this is injustice because I do not force you to merit. No: this is faithfulness to m work and my promise to create man capable of guiding himself and free to guide himself. I give my children help, all help, but I do not force them to make use of it. I desire it with all my love, but respect the desire of man. God spurred his love to the point of sacrificing his Logos so that He would bring you the Word and the Blood. But He cannot do, does not want to do, more. What merit would you have in being good if I kept you from being wicked?

    "To the souls, then, whom I choose--for I know in advance that they will be holy out of love or will become holy after error through sincere repentance and double love--I also give what I do not give to the masses. Teachings and lights which are blessedness for the souls themselves and a guide for their sister souls, less enlightened than they because they are less fused to Me than they.

    "But woe if these beloved souls show avarice or arrogance concerning my gift. I do not love the avaricious and detest the proud.

    "The former act against Charity because they save for themselves what belongs to everyone, for I am the Father of all and I give my treasures to the beloved so that they will be my almsgivers for the spiritually poor and not so that they will greedily and uncharitably hoard the treasures themselves, slaying charity and disobeying God's will. The fact of slaying charity alone breaks the canal through which my words flow to them and puts out the light by which they see the truth of my words. They thus forfeit their missions as bearers of my Voice. This explains why certain souls, shortly before beacons of the Church, later perish in a grayness of pernicious haze.

    "As for the haughty, furthermore, they are inexorably and immediately deprived of my gift. In these my word does not fade out slowly like a flower dying without water or a bird imprisoned in a dark jail, as happens in the greedy. It dies at once like a strangled creature. Haughtiness is the quintessence of anticharity, the perfection of anticharity, and its demoniacal poison instantly kills the Light in the heart.

    "Whereas I look at your weakness with pain and compassion, I turn my gaze elsewhere when I encounter a haughty person. And do you know what it is not have my gaze upon oneself any longer? It is to be poor blind people, poor madmen, wretched drunks who go groping, from one danger to another, and encounter death. That's what it is not to have upon oneself any longer the gaze of God, who protects you as nothing else can protect you.

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    Peace be with you always

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