"Dost thou not repspecteth authority? Don't you know who am I? You think you can afford kinda rebellious behaviour right now? Are you not going to cooperate? Didn't you know that I have great power, power to condemn and power to save? (Do you not see that you have gained my attention and that I am ready to be a benevolent ruler making things right?)"
"I am very present in this moment and I know a lot much more than you can possibly imagine. Your consciousness has already declared me innocent and you are kind of terrified to recognize beyond every doubt that it is you who is the real criminal. I'm sort of 'visible counterpart' of what you imagine to have hidden deep into your deepest recesses as a far future Aim. As to your 'power' so called, we both know what 'power' it is. I predict - with a sort of full 'consensus' from you - that you are now going to try to use it to liberate my body from the hand of a murderer - of course it is above and of course it is no angel of God and of course he has the greater sin, 'though I doubt that this assurance is going to liberate you from your self-reproach. Would you please recognize that you have to wipe away the illusion that you have done something wrong? You didn't DO anything, events DID HAPPEN, including the illusion that you are the actor. Right away, you will be given ample opportunity to 'save' what you seem to believe to be 'me', using all of your 'power', terrible and effective 'power', thou member of one of the most fine and dedicated and tough organizations in the history, made to conquer and exercise terrible, just and effective rule in its provinces, and to grow in splendor and to represent capital glory of the nations. You DO understand every word I say, don't you?"
These words and many other were spoken at the frequqency of emotional centre. Pontius, poor bastard, was not too trained to communicate at this speed. However, all the impressions he gathered were more than enough for him to bring forth, with a terrible amount of effort on his part, an act of will, a resolution as he called it, and from this hour on, poor bastard Pontius, the terror and dominion and the throne of the province - he had begun in one of the numerous Tracian divisions, slowly, steadily pushing and working out his way the present, relatively high 'ground' - tried to set Jesus free.
A little more and somebody in this role would have exploded in awe-inspiring action, regardless of what the consequences so called, a little less and somebody in this role wouldn't get it at all. Pontius is precisely between man and machine, perfect for the role, totally fucked up in his 'lesser liberation', paradoxically, because of greater liberation not having taken place, and, vice versa, a Man-in-the-making who funked to achieve greater liberation because lesser liberation hasn't quite came about. Perfect for the role of getting out of his depth: "Wouldns't thou tell me who the hell are you?"
Here's the higher teaching, the outer, much debilitated form of outer teaching, known as the Bible, and even this at certain level only, and even at that level only in one of the many possible forms. The story makes a peculiar impression and we must assume that this impression is calculated by the higher mind. We must also assume that higher mind does not force any one to think about it A LOT, to be intereseted in what is it all about and how does it fit in the overall picture and how does it fuse together with all else we know to produce a glimpse of total meaning, if possibly, permanently.
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