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Chapter 15: A Poet of the Ultimate

The fifteenth saying:

Jesus said: I am the light that is above them all, I am the all, and the all came from me and the all attained to me.
Cleave a piece of wood and I am there; lift up the stone and you will find me there.

Jesus was trained in one of the oldest secret schools, called the Essenes. The teaching of the Essenes is pure Vedanta. That’s why Christians don’t have a record of what happened to Jesus before his thirtieth year. They have a little record of his childhood, and they have a record after his thirtieth year up to the thirty-third, when he was crucified; they know a few things. But a phenomenon like Jesus is not an accident; it is a long preparation, it cannot happen just any moment.

Jesus was being continuously prepared during those thirty years. He was first sent to Egypt and then he came to India. In Egypt he learned one of the oldest traditions of secret methods, then in India he came to know about the teachings of Buddha, the Vedas, the Upanishads, and he passed through a long preparation. Those days are not known because Jesus worked in those schools as an unknown disciple. And Christians have knowingly dropped those records, because they would not like the son of God to also be a disciple of somebody else. They would not like the very idea that he was prepared, taught, trained; it looks humiliating. They think the son of God comes absolutely ready. Nobody comes absolutely ready. If somebody is absolutely ready he cannot come.

You always enter this world imperfect. Perfection simply disappears from this world. Perfection is not of this world, cannot be; it is against the very law. Once somebody is perfect, his whole life enters into a vertical dimension. This has to be understood: you progress on a horizontal plane, from A to B, from B to C and D, and so on up to Z; horizontal, in a line, from past to present, from present to future. This is the way of the imperfect soul, just like water flowing in a river from the hills and plains to the sea; in a line, horizontal, always maintaining its own level.

Perfection moves in vertical lines, not horizontally. From A it doesn’t go to B, from A it goes higher than A, then higher, still higher. On this line, for those who live on this line, perfection simply disappears. It is not there because they can look into the future or into the past. They can look back, but he is not there; they can look ahead, but he is not there; they can look here, he is not there, because a new line of vertical progression has started. He is going higher and higher and higher. He moves in eternity, not in time.

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