The Good Priest
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In the ancient valley, ye, there near Summer, was a large village, and all they that dwelt there were most pious and they weret led by a high priest named after one of the Messiahs.
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And the people lived there virtuously and righteously, and all were pure of heart and innocent in every way.
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Honored the FATHER, HE-WHO-PRESIDETH-OVER-ETERNITY, they, and prayed unto I, Anthropos, for good tidings. And the Aeons, and I, and the FATHER rejoiced over the peoples of this village, as not like the rest weret they; no, they raised up swords not, but meld them into plowshares, and they used their wands and staffs for goodness, bless be they.
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And they knew the truth of the ONE AND ALL, and all the names of They Who fly high in the Highest Places, far above the little Firmament.
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And they knew well this from the Messiah of Oldland, who kept these things secret and gave the secrets to those worthy alone.
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And the peoples of Summer and surroundings knew naught of these people, for they weret like invisible to them, and guarded by their Knowledge of All.
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But, didst it come one day that the Dragons of Satan’s Heavens descended. And were They Dragon-Demons: abominations against LIGHT and Love. And the Dragon-Demons became angered at these peoples, for, possessed they knowledge dangerous to Them.
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Ye, great was the knowledge of the secret, lost peoples; and shouldst it be, that one hath their knowledge, shouldst they fly away into the Plenoria and live beside Me. And if they taught the world, as hard as it shalt always be, Satan shouldst nay longer possess the minds of men, and all that which lives, and creeps, and swims, and flies, and breathes shall become free of the Earth and Her demonic Siblings. Ye, held they the keys to shut up the lowly Heavens and Hells of the Firmament; held they, the chalice of infinite, blessed wine.
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And came the Dragons from the sky, vexed at the exaltation of the peoples: angry at their magic: angry at their power over the Lord of The Night.
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And the Dragons came in one night; and all the children, no matter how young, weret devoured and killed by them, and the women became like prisoners, and the noble men became a feast; their flesh left to rot.
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And the holy books of these people became burned and taken away, that others mayest not know of the truth and hath their Eyes open.
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And the Eyes of CHRIST, WHO is Horus, was taken away from all before Their departure. And, woe! Their staffs of magic became broken on that day, and the Dragons filled Their bellies with dead, holy, blessed blood.
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And when these things weret finished, and all indications of their hallowed knowledge weret buried and hidden and taken up, wast the valley burned with a high heat from the lower Heavens.
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But all they slayed at that hour weret at the cold hands of the Archons, ready to be taken captive in the Hells, but I and the FATHER, blessed We, cast the Archons from the faces of the blessed, and grabbed HE they, and pulled up weret they into the Highest of Places, blessed and joyous for the rest of eternity.
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Be mindful then, and know well, that at the hour of the End, the Dragons shalt descend over the whole Earth, and slay many with holy blood; but those who art righteous shall be out of Their claws after death.
Death Is Nothing At All
By Harry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
