"Another time I asked for a little more
light on Holy Saturday. I saw a vast tall building in yellowish stone,
flat-fronted and rectangular, reaching up to and piercing a small cloud. There
were a few windows in it. We went up and I asked, sort of off-the-cuff, if this
was the Tower of Babel. A said no. We reached the top and from the little cloud
ran a damp darkish foot-path, but with light like moonlight piercing through
the dark. In the light I glimpsed running water. We walked along this path, and
as we did so I realized the path had become a corridor along a very large grand
yellowish governmental building as it were, as in the Roman Empire, and a lot
of people were walking along with us fast. This building represented worldly
power and authority. Then we went down some steps to the right, to ground-level.
The corridor and steps were in the open, outside. At the bottom of the steps we
looked across a dark square to where three crosses stood with their victims
blackened and dead. We did not go across because this was merely to show the
death and darkness experienced by Christ when placed in the hands of worldly
authority.
The vertical
building probably demonstrated the climb in worldly authority to its’ pinnacle,
embodied in the worldly power exercised by the Roman Empire. And the level
corridor the experience of this power. I don’t know what the little dark damp
path meant. The black crosses and figures represented Golgotha. This was the seeming triumph that day of worldly power
over spiritual. And spiritual power hidden, but acting unseen, the worldly power
impotent to challenge it, and heading for destruction. What use the big tall
buildings?"
"A Spiritual Diary"
"A Spiritual Diary"
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