I Am The True Vine

We are applying tonight — very practical, and yet profoundly spiritual — but the emphasis tonight is on the practical side of this wonderful, wonderful law of ours. I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch of mine that bears no fruit he takes away; every branch of mine that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. These are the words put into the mouth of the character called Jesus Christ. In the same gospel, the Gospel of John, he makes the statement, “I and my Father are one.” So if the Father does the pruning, it’s self-pruning, for he is the human imagination.1189 ¶1

I can’t tell anyone the shock that comes to man when he who was taught to believe in an external Jesus Christ, being an external Father, discovers that his own wonderful human imagination is Jesus Christ, and that Jesus Christ and his Father are one. When you find Jesus Christ, may I tell you, you will find him a wild, wild tree. As the boy said, “Behold this vine — I found it a wild tree, whose want of strength had fallen into irregular twigs, but I pruned the plant, and it grew temperate, in an expense of uselessness, and knotted, as you see, into these clean, full clusters, to repay the hand that wisely wounded it.” When you find that your own wonderful human imagination is the Lord Jesus Christ, and you discover what you’ve been doing with the Lord Jesus Christ all through your life, you stand — you are shocked beyond measure. I can’t tell anyone the shock, until they themselves experience it.1189 ¶2

Have I been doing this to him? Yes. Here he waits, only like a slave, and he waits on me as indifferently and as swiftly when the will in me is evil as when it is good, and he does it all for purposes of his own. He’s actually lifting me to the consciousness of himself. For this Lord Jesus Christ, the only Lord Jesus Christ, is crucified on man and is buried in man. He is not a man; he is the man, the universal man, buried in humanity. Humanity is God incarnate. Then he rises in the individual man, and the man in whom he rises becomes the man, the universal man; for in the end there is Jesus, Amen.1189 ¶3

Now, because my own wonderful human imagination is the Lord Jesus Christ, and by him all things were made, and without him was not one thing made that was made, I now have to take myself in hand. I, upon the vine — I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser, and I and my Father are one. Why start now? The pruning process — it is not that I want something big in life that I operate this law. Every second of time I do it. It is not once a week, on Sunday, when I go to church; not once a day, when I retire at night. I am constantly observing what I am imagining. For all the things that I’m imagining, I would have come to pass — they’re not receding into the past, they are advancing into the future to confront them.1189 ¶4

I may not recognize my harvest when I see it, but nothing comes into my world but what was first imagined. Everything in my world — the little insignificant thing, reading the paper, and you react; you meet a friend, and you react — all these little things are imaginal acts, and they’re coming into our world.1189 ¶5

Now let me share with you a story someone told me this week — she’s here tonight. He said, “We got a call last Sunday, my mother and I, from my brother in Toronto.” He’s a young man, just nineteen, and he went off to Toronto to avoid the draft. And she said, “I know I didn’t do it, I told him that was your decision.” We talked for about twenty minutes over the phone, my mother and I. After we hung up, my mother said, “I did it. I know the very second I did that, for I said to myself, your brother will do this because it’s exactly what his father would have done — but the father isn’t here anymore, and Paul has departed this world.” Do you see? She felt it, and she knew it, and she dropped it — there you go. But in her letter to me, he reconsidered. He only externalized my mother’s imaginal act — he did it. Then he reconsidered and returned, and tonight he goes into the army.1189 ¶6

He had to do exactly what was done, because we are one. All things, by a law divine, in one another’s being lingered, said the poet Yeats, having seen these things happen in his life: “Did — I will never be certain — that it was not some woman treading in the wine-press that started that subtle change in men’s minds, or that it was not some shepherd boy lighting up his eyes for a moment before it brought upon its way — who is treading in the wine-press?” But the mother discovered she did it. She recalled the very moment she did it, but then she dropped it. Now, there is your secret — she let it go.1189 ¶7

A seed — must be that girl, I can hold it in my hands — a seed must fall into the ground and die before it is made alive. You want something big in this world, you’re holding on to it when you haven’t dropped it. It’s the little things that you take care about, all the little insignificant things, so you feel them intensely and you drop them, because the other things are so big and so important — the other things you’re holding on to, you haven’t dropped them at all.1189 ¶8

You haven’t dropped all the little things, your little annoyances in life. So you read the morning’s paper, and someone you do not know, and you react. Then you go on to another scene, and another scene, and some are pleasant, some are horrible, but you are reacting. But the day comes, and what you consider more important — so you take the big things, the important things of the day, but you don’t let them go. You want to be happily married, you want more money, you want a home of your own, you want it completely free of all debts — but you hold on to them, you don’t let them go as you do the little things. And the little things, because you drop them like seeds into the ground, they’re popping up all day long in front of you, but you don’t recognize your own harvest.1189 ¶9

May I tell you a story? When I was a boy, in the life in the little island of Barbados, we were a very large family — nine boys and a girl, my father, my mother, and my grandmother on my mother’s side. And we had the usual things you have in the islands — it’s a tropical island — we had ducks, we had chickens, we had sheep and goats and cows for the milk, because there was no dairy. When I was a boy you either had a cow or you had nothing, or you had a goat or you had none, unless a neighbor had more than they could use, and then they gave it to you. But we got a few cows, and we had the usual things that come from that.1189 ¶10

When my mother decided that, say, two weeks from today, we were going to have ducks for dinner, she’d tell one of the boys — any one of them — “you will take a few ducks and put them away.” But I knew exactly what she meant. You would take three ducks for our sizeable family, maybe four, because they are not so much on top. But you’ll take the ducks and you put them into a pen by themselves, away from the other ducks, because the normal run of them fed on fish — fish was plentiful and cheap. In fact, when I was a boy, you bought fish for a penny. There was no refrigeration, so the boats came in late, around sundown; what they didn’t sell on the beach, they brought back. We had no refrigeration, so you could take a bucket and buy all the fish you wanted for a penny, or they’d use it the next day for bait. So we fed the ducks the fish and the entrails of fish, anything off the fish — well, that’s right, good and bad, but they tasted just like fish. They ate all fish, and they became fish.1189 ¶11

Mother said, “we want ducks,” all right, so you took four ducks and you put them away, and then for the next two weeks, or in ten days, they were completely changed — the odor of that flesh — if you were consistent in the change of feed. And you put them on sour milk, corn, wheat, anything you had, but not fish. You couldn’t just give them fish during the day and, because fish was cheap, give them a little fish at night — you couldn’t mix up the diet.1189 ¶12

So for the next two weeks you gave them that changed diet. May I tell you, if you didn’t, what happened? We couldn’t have ducks for dinner. If I made the mistake — my mother said to me, “I want ducks in two weeks,” and I didn’t obey her order. When I finally discovered my mistake and did it, say, a week later — but a week was not enough. I didn’t want to confess my mistake, but the oven contested it, and so the heads were chopped off, and the ducks were all practically ready, and then, all of a sudden, all over the neighborhood, the callers are having fish for Sunday, because you couldn’t eat it. The thing — it was a duck, it looked like a duck, it is a duck, but it tasted like fish, for its fate upon fish for the two weeks — or rather, at least one week. It took ten days to convert the flesh from the fish they were normally fed, because it was cheap, into the wheat or the corn or the milk.1189 ¶13

That was a lesson I learned. If I am going to be the vine of eternity, and I am the eternal vine, I can only grow what I feed myself mentally. What am I feeding myself morning, noon, and night? I cannot change it during the day and say, “a little fish because it’s cheap, what’s going to happen here, this is nothing,” and all of a sudden I read some stupid little thing and I react — that’s my fish, and I want a bird that really is milk-fed. I have got to actually put myself on a diet, a mental diet, and stick to it, and then I will bear the fruit of that changed diet. It’s entirely up to us.1189 ¶14

All these little things happen in our life to teach us a lesson. Who would have thought, when I was a boy, my mother said to me, “you’ll have ducks in two weeks,” and you put the ducks away — I would have learned the most fantastic lesson. I didn’t learn it then; many a time I made the mistake, and so we had to settle for something else we had in the house. But no matter what it was, if it couldn’t be ducks, you couldn’t eat it — you looked at it, and there’s nothing pleasing in that: to look at a duck and eat fish. And I love fish, but let it look like a fish, don’t let it look like a duck and taste like fish.1189 ¶15

Well, that is man’s being. I am the vine of eternity, and you say within yourself, “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in me that bears no fruit, he takes away; every branch that does bear fruit, he prunes it, that it may bear more.” Now, if I am that vine, and my imagination is the eternal vine of the world, then I should do something about it — morning, noon, and night, every moment of time, even in my dream, I prune it. Even in the dream you get to the point where you start pruning, and you prune and prune — “this is not bearing properly,” or, “this is dead wood,” and you take it away, I want no part of it. But you don’t wait until the end of the week, or the end of the month, when something is pressing, and say, “now I’m going to do it” — it doesn’t work that way. You do it morning, noon, and night — that’s what I’m talking about.1189 ¶16

All that I behold, though it appears without, it is within, in my imagination, of which this world of mortality is but a shadow. All things exist in the human imagination, for the human imagination is the Lord Jesus Christ, and the Lord Jesus Christ and God are one — I and my Father are one. So God is Jesus, and Jesus is your own wonderful human imagination. He is actually buried in you, and when he rises in you, which he will one day, you are the man — not a man, you are the universal man. But in the end there is Jesus, Amen.1189 ¶17

When the Transfiguration takes place, they disappear, leaving Jesus, Amen. Where is Moses? Where is Elijah? Were they rubbed out? No, they were fulfilled. “I came not to abolish the law and the prophets; I came to fulfill them.” Having fulfilled — for he who interprets the law here interprets the prophecies based upon his own experience of scripture. Therefore, having fulfilled the law, Moses disappears; having fulfilled the prophecy, Elijah disappears; and when their eyes are open, it is Jesus, Amen. That’s your destiny — you will be the Jesus of scripture, and the Jesus of scripture is the Lord God Jehovah. In the end there will be Jesus, Amen.1189 ¶18

So we start now, this very moment, watching, divinely, and we are the vine, my own wonderful human imagination, that is the vine, the eternal vine. And these things that happen to us, seemingly by accident — when your children are not observant, and all of a sudden the mind goes back, and you relate it to something that is happening now — I didn’t know this, what I was doing. I got a spanking for it, because the family of thirteen couldn’t eat. The next time, no one got his spanking — he forgot it too. How many? I know, I learned it. I am still learning.1189 ¶19

Because every day I read the paper — I usually get the morning paper — and some things are funny, most are not. One little funny thing is worth the entire paper. Like, yes, the morning I read the story told of Blair House in Washington, how we came to buy it and make it a guest house for the guests of our presidents. Well, to me, that was worth the morning paper. It happened: Mr. Churchill, visiting the White House — there was no Blair House then — he was the cause of Blair House, because he slept in the White House, and then, at 7:30 the next morning, Gary comes with his nightgown, a big cigar in one hand and a huge tumbler of cognac in the other, going towards President Roosevelt’s bedroom. And he went back to bed. And then she said to her husband, “you’ve got to buy, or get the country to buy, Blair House, and make it a guest house, so they cannot come here in the White House.” In this, this man kept you up to 3:30 in the morning, and here, at 7:30, he’s out with the cigar and a bottle of, uh, cognac, coming into your bedroom. That’s why we have that house as a guest house.1189 ¶20

Well, to me, that was so funny, because it struck me — well, they all say, “you must stop smoking, you must stop drinking,” and the man died at ninety. All this nonsense — one man has a little thought here, and he wants to superimpose it on everyone in the world. Like Mr. Nader today — he wants to stop smoking in all public places; a person gets on a plane and they’re nervous, a cigarette is going to relax them, but he wants to stop it all, and make her a nervous wreck, and call it an accident, so she can’t smoke, because he thinks we should not smoke. Well, we had that, years ago, with Carrie Nation, breaking up all the mirrors, these things, and what a mess we had for something like twenty years with Prohibition — we simply filled the country with a bunch of bootleggers.1189 ¶21

But he thought he was doing God’s work — you always think you’re doing God’s work. Well, I’m telling you what God’s work is: believe in him whom he has sent. And I am telling you, he sent me, and your own wonderful human imagination is the Lord Jesus Christ — there is no other Lord Jesus Christ.1189 ¶22

But when I say “imagine,” you may think, well, now, is that some impersonal force? No, that is man — you’re a man, aren’t you? Your real being is all imagination, as Blake tells us so clearly in his Songs of Innocence, concerning man. He said, man appeared, or God appears, and God is light to those poor souls who dwell in night, but the human form displays to those who dwell in realms of death, it’s man.1189 ¶23

When I stood in the presence of infinite love, it was man. How old is man? Trying to be more than man, you become less. It’s stupid, it’s all man — God is man, and you’re a man. So I tell you, don’t try to think you’re going to find anything outside of man — that is God. God is man. And so, when you actually hear the word “imagination,” that is God — think of man. And when you say, “well, my imagination” — that’s the being that you really are — you are a man, aren’t you? Well, that’s man. It’s a person, and he actually dwells in you, buried with you.1189 ¶24

And one day, he who’s your slave now will rise in you, and when he rises in you, you are the one in whom he rose — you are the very one who rose within you. And he is not then a man, he is the man, the universal man, and you are the universal man, containing all the names within you. And then one after one will rise, and one after one will become the man, and in the end is only God, and you are God.1189 ¶25

So tonight, take it seriously, don’t think, “once we did it” — the Christian world and the Jewish world celebrate a few times a year — Easter, Christmas, and so on. You can count them. The churches are bulging on Good Friday, they’re full on Easter, full on Christmas, and then they’re empty all the way through. And then the same happens with the Jewish faith — Passover — sorry — and all the great events, only a few in the course of the year.1189 ¶26

This calls for one, every second of time, observing what you imagine, for that is God in action. God imagining is creating, and God is your own wonderful human imagination, so as you are imagining, you are creating. All the little things are going to confront you, the big things will follow. You get into the habit of thinking only that which is of value. You simply prune the tree: “this is a value to me,” no, “this doesn’t serve the tree, it isn’t worth my time, it doesn’t take my energy,” so I keep on pruning the tree morning, noon, and night, as I live, and then it becomes a habit. And once it becomes a habit, it is easy to keep that tree, instead of working on it in some hard manner a few times a year to bring that huge bush down. I keep it going morning, noon, and night, and then it keeps on going — lovely things in my world, lovely friends, security, all the necessary income, everything in the world — that’s how it works.1189 ¶27

And then there will come that glorious moment: all that I’m telling you now will prove itself in performance. You will have the experience, as recorded in scripture, as the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will know who you are — that actually everything said of him in scripture, you are going to experience in the first person, in your own present, as your own experience, and you’ll know you are the Lord Jesus Christ, and there never was another. He is buried in you, and he has to rise in you — this is his only sepulcher, there is no other.1189 ¶28

So you’re reading the paper, and just now comes news of the original salvation, something built in 480 — not B.C., or not in the first century, 480 — and do you know that thousands will go to look at it, “so this is where he was buried”? And they do not know he is buried in the one who is observing him, and not in anything observed — he never was buried there. There was no such thing as the Lord Jesus Christ buried on any part of this earth, but he is buried in every child that is born of woman — that’s very, very true — and that’s where he’s going to rise. And when he rises in the individual, that individual will know he is the man, that great being who is God himself.1189 ¶29

And I’ll tell you what I know: if the whole world rose in opposition, it would make no difference to me whatsoever, none whatsoever — I am telling you what I know from experience. He’s buried right here, in everyone who is seated here, and in everyone who was here — he cannot fail, he cannot fail, right, yes, right. When he rises, no change of identity — but you know, from the imagery that surrounds you, who you are, and you are the Lord Jesus Christ.1189 ¶30

When you take off this garment for the last time, after this series of events, you come into your infinite glory, the glory that was yours before the world was, because you are an individual, and the idea of you — you are uncreated. You were never created, you are God. No such thing as being created — you actually are God himself, without father, without mother, you are that God, and you and I are one, and there’s nothing in this world but God.1189 ¶31

So I’ve been sent to tell you one thing away of Christ — the story of Christ is your own plan of the redemption of self. For you came down into this world of death, you came down into this world of generation and death, and you planned the way of your own return, through your own resurrection, and you were resurrected, and I’ll be waiting for you, greeting you eagerly, for we are love itself.1189 ¶32

Let me speak of — God is love, I’m not kidding, God is love, and God is man, and get it in full of love, not some impersonal love, you can’t do that, it must be personal — God is a person, and God is love.1189 ¶33

Now tonight I ask you to start, if you haven’t started, to start watching every moment of time what you are imagining. And then, if you’re not imagining what you ought to imagine, just block it. But some people are in the habit — but give me one more, about five minutes, to just feel the thrill of it, and we’ll do that.1189 ¶34

I know that from experience: a man in New York City, in the Second World War, hated President Roosevelt. I said to him, “why do you hate the man?” He said, “no, there’s no reason for the hate.” He happened to be born of German parents — they were born in Germany. What did that have to do with it? We have millions of Germans in our country who are a hundred percent American. I was born in Barbados, of British stock, but I’m an American — anything that hurts this country hurts me. I am not on the outside; I am here, in America, and anything that hurts this country is hurting me. And here he’s telling me, because his parents were from Germany, he hated Roosevelt, because dollars went into the war against Germany. I said, “Germany attacked us, they declared war.” He couldn’t see that: every morning he would get before the mirror, and he would shave himself, and he would have a little conversation with Mr. Roosevelt in the mirror, and he told him off — he told him everything under the sun that was unpleasant. I said, “you’re bringing it on yourself. Mr. Roosevelt is not going to be hurt by you” — because I, too, know this principle, I’m teaching it to you — “he won’t be hurt by you, because whatever you could do, I’ll modify, and you’re only going to hurt yourself.” Well, he did — everything collapsed in his world, everything. And here was a man, a single fellow — his parents were, well, there was no reasoning in the world for it, but curiously, it was because his parents came from Germany.1189 ¶35

Oh, my Lord, we all came from parts of the world to this happy land — we are a salad bowl. Ethnic groups, all of us, ethnic groups — we are not really what the world thinks we are, that we are a melting pot — no melting pot here.1189 ¶36

There’s a Japanese gardener by a Japanese garden at the bay. He said, “did you see Sunday’s paper?” I said, “yes.” “Did you see the picture?” My son said, “no — I don’t even know your name.” I know — your name is Henry. Well, he brought the paper — he was in the western section, in the Brentwood-Westwood area — and here’s a picture of his son, who is at UCLA, taking care of all these handicapped children and handicapped people, putting arms on them so they can use an artificial arm — some are born without the arm, and some lost the arm — and he is doing all this work. And here is a Japanese man, and he was so proud — in the past, when I would say to him, “you know, Henry, I like your garden,” he would always act as though he couldn’t understand English. Does he understand English? The day when he’s talking about his son, I could have been speaking to Churchill; and yet, in the past, he never understood English.1189 ¶37

Well, that’s an ethnic group — why bring it up, and mix the whole thing up?1189 ¶38

We are all like a salad bowl. When you have a salad, you put in this, you put in that, you put in the other, each contributes to the salad, and it’s the most glorious thing. I don’t want to put it into a blender and blend the whole thing up — that’s not a salad. Let everyone contribute to this wonderful salad bowl that is America. We are not what the world has been taught to believe, a melting pot — there’s no melting pot, it’s simply a salad bowl. And you’ll be proud of your background, but don’t take it from the land that is now your home — you come into this land, and you make it your home, bring with you all that you have, and give it into that salad.1189 ¶39

But I tell you, this wonderful being that you are is Jesus Christ. Your true identity is Jesus Christ — that is your human imagination. However your skin be as black as the ace of spades, or as white as snow, it’s the same. It has nothing to do with the outside of you, it’s all to do with the inner you, and the inner you is your own wonderful human imagination, and there is only one Jesus Christ, so that Jesus Christ in you is the same Jesus Christ in me, completely awake, waiting only for the last little moment to take off this garment for the last time. And where can I go but within you? I go within you, on high, for I was within you, in the deep. I now will return, but on high, waiting eagerly for everyone to come back, for we all want it, for we are love itself.1189 ¶40

Let me speak of — God is love, I’m not kidding, God is love, and God is man, and get it in full of love, not some impersonal love, you can’t do that, it must be personal — God is a person, and God is love.1189 ¶41

If I came — I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in me that bears no fruit, he takes it away, and every branch that bears fruit, he prunes it, that it may bear more. And because I and my Father are one, I am the vinedresser, so I have to be observant as to what is not bearing, and what is barren, and what is bearing — I must prune it, it must bear more. So my energy is going to pruning, more and more, and so my way of life is given to pruning — they become greater, and keep on proving it. I don’t judge these things as to the nature of the tree, but you prove it, as you have the desire to believe. And because the whole vast world is yourself — or, as he said, “you have no life unless you are rooted in me” — when you hear the distress, I’ll be explaining to you, then you prove that balance inwardly, and in your own mind’s eye you feel that they are as they ought to be, and then drop it.1189 ¶42

The secret is dropping. “Let me go” — the last statement, or the wonderful statement, in the gospel: do not hold, let me go. If you hold on to it, then you haven’t dropped it, and the seed must fall into the ground and die before it is made alive. If I hold on to it, I keep on holding on to it, I haven’t dropped it, and it has to be dropped and left alone too — you can’t pick it up every morning, or the seed has taken root. I must drop it, leave it alone, and then confront the harvest — and then, like my friend’s mother, who recognized the harvest when the son called him to run: “I am avoiding the draft.”1189 ¶43

He hadn’t gone AWOL — had he not returned, he was, but he returned, went into the army, to face the normal time of being an American.1189 ¶44

But we’re all part of it. I was drafted in nineteen forty-two — I didn’t volunteer. My son volunteered, at the age of seventeen, in the Marine Corps, right after Pearl Harbor, and he was in Guadalcanal. And I had a little girl who was only a matter of months — she was born in June, and they drafted me in November — this is the China child — but I didn’t oppose it, all right, that’s part of the country, and we are at war. I didn’t know what the devil I could give, because I’m not built that way, but maybe they could use me to set prayers going, or something. And so I allowed myself to be drafted, I didn’t oppose it.1189 ¶45

I didn’t know where they’d put me, and I have never been able to drive a car in my life, never. I had no occasion to do it, living in New York City — I took taxis, or subways, or buses. And since I’ve been out here, I take buses, or I drive with friends.1189 ¶46

At the division, when the whole crowd — the whole bunch, thousands of us — I asked, “anyone who could not drive a car, raise their hands” — two hands went up, one was mine. And here I am, in the Armored Division, the 11th Armored Division, with all these tanks and all these trucks and all these things — I’ve never driven anything in my life. So they put me right in our division — that’s what we do, it’s not food, but really, it makes sense when it comes to the Army.1189 ¶47

And then, when I said, “so what do you do for a living?” I said, “I lecture” — “on what?” “I lecture on the word of God.” They all started to laugh — “put him in the medics” — and began teaching me about driving a car.1189 ¶48

Well, they couldn’t qualify me on the car. One sergeant gave me two lessons, and he said he’ll give me no more, because I’ll kill him. And so they gave me this little tiny thing, and I went around that place — he said what to do, and I couldn’t get my foot off the clutch, and we’re going around on two wheels, and they said, “I’ve done — I’ve done all I can do, I’ll give him no more lessons.” So they gave me no more lessons.1189 ¶49

And then they finally resolved the whole thing: I was to talk to the boys on first aid. I know nothing about it — a person, at least I could speak to. “Here is a book, take the book, memorize it, and then we’ll bring a company in, one after the other, and you teach them, the men, on first aid.” Well, I could memorize the book quickly. So they were coming, and I talked to them — on the first day, do nothing at first, but at least, if the book was correct, I would tell them what the book said.1189 ¶50

And I’m telling you what this book says: that I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser, and I and my Father are one. And the eternal vine is the human imagination, and all things come out of the human imagination. There is nothing in this world that is created but it’s created by the human imagination. Everything in the world — you may say, “well, the earth may come out of it”? Yes, indeed, everything comes out of the human imagination. These are only pressures, built up by man’s own wonderful human imagination, and there must be released — to build a pressure, and it’s released — but not a thing is creating anything in this world but God, and God is your own wonderful human imagination.1189 ¶51

But do not feed it as something you observe once — once a day, or once a year — it’s every moment of time, observing what you are imagining, morning, noon, and night. And prune your tree all through the day, and it’ll become a habit, and you’ll prune it all through the night.1189 ¶52

And then, in the not-distant future, he who is the eternal vine will awaken, and you are him, and you’ll know he is God the Father, because God’s only begotten Son will stand before you and call you Father, and you will know he is your Son, and he will know you are his Father, and there’ll be no uncertainty as to this relationship, and everything said in scripture concerning him, you are going to be free. Now let us go into the silence.1189 ¶53