Unsatisfied with such indignities, My persecutors decapitated Me, and,
carrying aloft My head from land to land paraded it before the gaze of the
unbelieving multitude, and deposited it on the seats of the perverse and
faithless. In a later age, I was suspended, and My breast was made a
target to the darts of the malicious cruelty of My foes. My limbs were
riddled with bullets, and My body was torn asunder. Finally, behold how,
in this Day, My treacherous enemies have leagued themselves against Me,
and are continually plotting to instill the venom of hate and malice into
the souls of Thy servants. With all their might they are scheming to
accomplish their purpose.... Grievous as is My plight, O God, My
Well-Beloved, I render thanks unto Thee, and My Spirit is grateful for
whatsoever hath befallen me in the path of Thy good-pleasure. I am well
pleased with that which Thou didst ordain for Me, and welcome, however
calamitous, the pains and sorrows I am made to suffer.





XL: O MY WELL-BELOVED! THOU HAST BREATHED THY...


O My Well-Beloved! Thou hast breathed Thy Breath into Me, and divorced Me
from Mine own Self. Thou didst, subsequently, decree that no more than a
faint reflection, a mere emblem of Thy Reality within Me be left among the
perverse and envious. Behold, how, deluded by this emblem, they have risen
against Me, and heaped upon Me their denials! Uncover Thy Self, therefore,
O My Best-Beloved, and deliver Me from My plight.

Thereupon a Voice replied: “I love, I dearly cherish this emblem. How can