Then, in the final 5 minutes of
Mel Gibson brings in the soberness of
a dramatic visual of the unreality of death.
Through a magnificent display
of bright powerful light moving across darkness
it was evident that darkness was an idea and truly never there.
In a holographic picture of the rolling of a stone;
the stone as a self-identity in the belief of space and time,
which is what death is; we see the tomb is empty.
The demonstration of the crumbled body linen,
and the neatly folded napkin at the head,
symbolizing that the body is no longer trapped in space and time.
The folded napkin representing the action of peace and harmony
through defenselessness His mind as our Savior, Jesus.
In our Course in Miracles Jesus tells me:
Ask but my help to roll the stone away,
and it is done according to My Will.
Shockingly it is brought to my awareness
that I am all the characters in this movie.
How could I not experience the horror of
the visual torture when it dawns on me:
I am the apostles who are confused
the soldiers who are what brutality
the Pharisees whose authority is so
man as Jesus
Judas in his dreadful act of betrayal to
As Pilate, a coward who went against what
believed in and tried to use water
away the immense guilt he felt.
His wife whose symbolic giving of the white
Jesus’ mother in an demonstration of her
acknowledgement of her understanding of his
the reluctance at first of the man to help him carry the cross,
all these characters bring to my mind
the emotional pressure of the matrix of time and space
as the crucifying element of myself.
And so I only have to remember
because it represents all of time.
To focus on the 130 minutes of the acts
of the hate and fear of man is to simply continue the crucifixion
instead of the immediacy of the truth of the resurrection …
The resurrection, as so powerful displayed
by the director Mel Gibson,
whose burning need to demonstrate
his own pain and futility in this world
is brought so clearly to the attention of all.