An Essay for our present time: having written this in recent past years it somehow seems appropriate to publish it again:
EPOCH
J. J. Hurtak writes (Pistis Sophia, p. xxvii): “The Pistis Sophia teaches us that humanity has inherited from the First Space of the Divine an indwelling divine power. The Savior is directed by the Ineffable to assist in the extension of the Divine powers into the human kingdom according to the desires of humanity, and to reveal the efficacy of the highest mysteries of salvation to humankind.”
Genesis creation of man as an entity and the demise of mankind as a spiritual being.
Then I said, “Sir, how much longer?”
He said to me, “Until the moment when the true man, within a modeled form, reveals the existence of the spirit of truth, which the father has sent.
Then he will teach them about everything, and he will anoint them with the unction of life eternal, given him from the nominated generation.
Then they will be freed of blind thought, and they will trample underfoot death, which is of the authorities, and they will ascend into the limitless light where this sown element belongs.
Then the authorities will relinquish their ages, and their angels will weep over their destruction, and their demons will lament their death.
Then all the children of the light will be truly acquainted with the truth and their root, and the father of the entirety and the holy spirit. They will all say with a single voice, ‘The father’s truth is just, and the son presides over the entirety”, and from everyone unto the ages of ages, “Holy – holy – holy! Amen!'”
Countless volumes of ancient and contemporary written text speak of and repeat the existence of a Divine truth that has evaded the consciousness of mankind. Like a prophet hoarding the secrets of the ages, exiled to extreme outer boundaries of existence banished there by the orthodoxy that dominates contemporary humanity, keeping it in ignorance.
Humanities’ absolve to the higher power of institutions that assume the role of all-knowing guides to a future of their making, carved from ignorance, fueled by greed, reaps a present existence mired in evil, negativity, and chaos
A spiritual awakening to the `truth of knowledge’ is beyond comprehension given the infusion and solidification of creed impervious to blemish and protected with cries of `heresy’.
Hippocratic and false prophets, councilors to the perceived Word, for want of power and deity present a false hope promoted by language and rhetoric to plant and nourish guilt of sin and promise of destiny to the inferno: Hell.
Evil, like an ancient tree with its long and tenuous roots, pierces through the soil of humanity nourishing and expanding through all existence to become established and impervious to the ax that is truth, love and goodness, casting its evil shadow, blocking passage of the Light of Being sent to spark and warm the souls of humanity.
Existence in the shadow of the Tree of Evil its fallen fruit seeded and nourished in the bountiful goodness that is inherently humanity’s, to sprout seedlings of evil that in time will cast an infinite shadow of darkness forever blocking out the Light of Truth, banishing the hope that it will ever light the souls of humanity again.
Orthodox faith, cultivator, and keeper of the garden of evil conspiring blindly to serve to an apocalyptic end through denial of the true words of God lay toll of heresy through self-righteous inquisition to persecute those bravely wanting for the truth to be spoken and known by all. These are the purveyors of the candle snuffer that put out the light of truth at every opportunity to ensure that in time, it will be snuffed out forever.
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Nights Spent:
Like roaches that feed in the void of light; hiding their machinations from morality’s sight; to garner the lust of debauchery’s delight; filled with feelings contrite; displacing rancor with blithe; to find refuge in other’s fright, so go the hours spent by night.
Field of Dreams:
Blazoned upon open fields of trails; foot passages that hide deviant tales; trodden by exploits where wanton lust prevails; greed for pleasure hard to curtail; a place, ethical prohibitions are destined to fail.
Bathhouse:
Through dim-lite corridors, naked men parade; each lost to their own charade; to orgasm of pleasure, they’ve become the slave; for it, their moral soul to trade; open doors, engorged lust wantonly displayed; stale sweat, spent cum pervade; pheromonal triggers waff and cascade; driven to frenzy, driven to engage.
Creative Block:
Cloistered in a humble room of mindless imagination; spawned from germ of discontent; survived by the fruit of constant failure; striving toward ill-conceived ambitions; thwarted by the causation of reason; hopeless to gains of promise; foments realization to threat of survival.
Book:
Brandishing tool of eloquence; striving to be creative and communicative of mind, thought toward their realization of meaning; embodied in time, the measured vehicle of distributed reason; unencumbered by resistance of ridicule; saved for perpetual salvation of archival history.
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