"You Are Free! He's Waiting For You!" Metaphorical Analysis From The Classics

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"You Are Free! He's Waiting For You!" Metaphorical Analysis From The Classics
"You Are Free! He's Waiting For You!" Metaphorical Analysis From The Classics
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Dear readers, do you remember the piercing passage from Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov's book “The Master and Margarita”, when the Master, finishing his long-suffering novel, with a feeling of spiritual relief shouts out the following: “You are free! He is waiting for you!”, Addressing this phrase to the condemned prisoner - Pontius Pilate, yearning for salvation? (I will attach text and film excerpts to my publication - remember.)

So, what is a specific analogy for you?

I will give my interpretation - in a metaphorical presentation.

1. Tell me, who is Yeshua in a broad spiritual sense? Fulfilled Love, isn't it? To humanity, to people, to everyone - do you agree? I suppose there are no objections: God is Love - this is the basic truth of believers.

2. Now let's remember what Pilate's fault is before Yeshua (and allegorically - not only Pilate, but everyone in a similar, semantic situation)? In allowing you to crucify incarnate, living Love, in the death of the Son of God.

3. An act that entails certain spiritual consequences and punishment of the culprit, played out in the book by expulsion into confusion, loss, dislike …

I propose to watch the above movie excerpt, but first I will quote the classic …

- What he says? - asked Margarita, and her completely calm face was covered with a haze of compassion.

“He says,” Woland's voice rang out, “the same thing, he says that even with the moon there is no rest for him and that he has a bad position. So he always says when he is awake, and when he is sleeping, then sees the same thing- the lunar road, and wants to go along it and talk with the prisoner Ha-Notsri, because, as he claims, he did not finish something then, long ago, on the fourteenth of the spring month of Nisan. But, alas, for some reason he cannot get out on this road, and no one comes to him.…

- Twelve thousand moons in one moon once, isn't that too much? - asked Margarita.

- Is the story with Frida repeating itself? - said Woland, - but, Margarita, here do not disturb yourself. Everything will be right, the world is built on this …

4. Heavy punishment - "Twelve thousand moons in one moon" … Indeed - "Isn't it too much?"

I think the great Bulgakov foresees the following here: those who betray Love break genuine programs, rejecting themselves into godlessness, where for some reason “it is impossible to get out on the road of Love, and no one comes to you” … Loneliness, restlessness, dislike … Countless summers - forever … Now think: do we not doom ourselves to the same spiritual tests in similar semantic situations, if we alienate Love?

5. And then what - the fatal consequences are tragically irreparable? Thank God, not so!

In situations of conscious repentance, there is always a chance for healing … Love is all-forgiving, merciful, letting go of spent sins …

Let's remember an excerpt …

Then Woland again turned to the Master and said: Well, now you can end your novel with one phrase!

The master seemed to have been waiting for this already, while he stood motionless and looked at the seated procurator. He folded his hands like a megaphone and shouted so that the echo jumped over the deserted and treeless mountains:

- Free! Free! He's waiting for you!

The mountains turned the master's voice into thunder, and the same thunder destroyed them. The damned rocky walls have fallen. Above the black abyss, into which the walls went, the immense city lit up with the glittering idols reigning over it over the garden, which was lushly growing for many thousands of these moons. The lunar road, long-awaited by the procurator, stretched straight to this garden, and the sharp-eared dog rushed along it first. A man in a white cloak with a bloody lining got up from his chair and shouted something in a hoarse, broken voice. It was impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing, and what he was screaming. It was only visible that following his faithful guard along the lunar road he ran swiftly …

I do not know if any of the readers have experienced a similar Forgiveness, with absolution for Freedom? I once experienced (I confess honestly) and I can testify: a tremendous sensation, as if you are freed from painful, long fetters, gaining the possibility of a saving, spiritual path illuminated by one great presence - the presence of sacred Love. And I will conclude the publication with the words of the holy Apostle, the Monk John the Theologian, leaving the readers with a concrete appeal tea-a-tete - in philosophical and parable meditation … About choice, about consequences, about roads …

God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him. Beloved! Let us love one another, because love is from God, and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God.

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