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From the ABOVE
to the BELOW

by the GREAT BREATH
that Bellows

A Song of El-Ea

 

  1. A song of the SKY FATHER, blessed be HE.

  2. Oh, THOU VIRTUE; oh, YE, MOTHER OF ALL THINGS,

  3. How noble art THOU and purely pure, never incomplete, but always to-be.

  4. Ye, YE art a BEING UNMATCHED, silent, but ever giving and emanating Word.

  5. And YE move not, yet stretch always out into holy infinity.

  6. And who can be compared unto THEE? Who can be likened unto the smallest part of THEE? No, YE art above the Highest, and beyond the Lowest; infinitely art THOU within, and unto eternity art THOU without: for, YE art not Above, but infinitely above the Highest Above, always stretching THOU until an endless place beyond time and matter.

  7. Oh, THE-ONE-AND-THE-ONLY, WHO’s name cannot be pronounced;

  8. Oh, THE GREAT ONE, WHO brought forth the Word into beings, and THOU with the Word weret, and THOU weret the Word, and the Word is the First Sound, and the First Emanation, and the Word of GOD is the Breath of GOD. Oh HE-WHO-IS-IN-ALL-MEN.

  9. Brighter than the Sun art Thou, and whiter than the Moon.

  10. A sea of emptiness art THOU, but made not of emptiness; no, but GREAT SPIRIT.

  11. And the Aeons canst seith THEE, for THOU art too pure; but always can come the sensation and senses of the Plenoria.

  12. And THOU made I in THINE image, and I am like YE, but YE I am not, for THOU art incomprehensible.

  13. And YE art greater than whole greatness,

  14. And braver than an infinite Michaels,

  15. And stronger than ALL, even I, THINE image.

  16. Oh, how many words mayest describe THEE, but no amount be sufficient.

  17. Above Osiris art THOU; and Above the ceiling of the Firmament; and Above the Aeons; and Above the THOUGHTS OF GOD; And Above I; And yet, art THEE all We and We, THEE; and We compose THEE, for We art a part of the MIND OF GOD, which is the infinite ALL.

  18. THY sword is stronger than Jupiter’s spear, and THY armor, a son of iron and diamond.

  19. YE, I am like THINE metalsmith and stonemason. Create I, the forms of the bodies of men: build up I, the little and big temples, and I strengthen them, and I change their states, and I polish them. 

  20. And men know not how small, and yet, large they art.

  21. For a temple is infinitely small in an infinite sea, but they temples possess the SPIRIT OF GOD, and the Souls of The Aeons. Ye, men low, oh how great thine destiny art in the Ennoia. How grand shalt thou become!

  22. Blessed be THE FATHER, and HIS SON, LIGHT, and I, HIS HOLY SPIRIT, forever and ever. Amen.

33rd Sphere

Above The Ogdad

Beneath The Heavenly An

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What's that you say? They're all Satanists? Pedophiles? Murders? Child torturers? Media owners? Ha! Who cares, Jack? No one will ever believe you, idiot! Really, Jack, the media makes fun of those notions; your kings call you a conspiracy theorist if you believe in such a thing! Why would Epstein lie about doing bad things? He has money and has been 'elected'; he can't lie! Why would they never tell the truth in books? There are no brotherhoods, no blackmailing, no punishments, no defamation. Ludicrous, my layman friend!...

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Listen up, Jack! Fix yourself a fixin' of mint tea, won't you? Your stomach ought to be sour; ignore doubt and your newspapers and books of metaphorical fiction written by Cloaked Men you've never heard of, sir. Listen to your mother, son! I'm here to help you grow, am I not? Eh? You say the 'three days' narrative was literal? 12 actual men? Is-Ra-El's Children are who you're told they are? Seven days, kid? Grow up, you fool! They are but blunt and dead and literal words with very secret meanings; you actually don't know a symbol more than a mere stop sign on your way to a religious temple, do ya'!? You really think your books are that straightforward and not painted over? F-grade student! Stop going to your controlled school, son

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Now, let us eat a real breakfast. 5 cups of wine and a bushel of olives? Alrighty-roo! Amun.

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