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#18. Real time ceased in 70 C.E. with the fall of the temple at Jerusalem. It began again in 1974 C.E. The intervening period was a perfect spurious interpolation aping the creation of the Mind. "The Empire never ended," but in 1974 a cy¬pher was sent out as a signal that the Age of Iron was over; the cypher consisted of two words: KING FELIX, which refers to the Happy (or Rightful) King.

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Most insanity can be identified with the bizarre and the theatrical.
Let it be said that one of the first symptoms of psychosis is that the person feels perhaps he is becoming psychotic.
God intervenes at the eleventh hour.
We do not serve people to ourselves, the universe does.
People suffering nervous breakdowns often do a lot of research , to find explanations for what they are undergoing.
The mentally disturbed do not employ the Principle of Scientific Parsimony: the most simple theory to explain a given set of facts. They shoot for the baroque.
Once God started talking to him, he never seemed to stop.
Fat had intellectually dealt himself out of the game of madness while still enjoying its sights and sounds

Perhaps this is the bottom line to mental illness: incomprehensible events occur; your life becomes a bin for hoax-like fluctuations of what used to be reality. And not only that-as if that weren't enough-but you, like Fat, ponder forever over these fluctuations in an effort to order them into a coherency, when in fact the only sense they make is the sense you impose on them, out of the necessity to restore everything into shapes and processes you can recognize

FUCK YOU, GOD

In Plato's cosmology, noös or Mind is persuading ananke or blind necessity-or blind chance, according to some experts-into submission. Noös happened to come along and to its surprise discovered blind chance: chaos, in other words, onto which noös imposes order

"He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where,
He sayes it is so far
That he hath quite forgot how to go there." (Vaugham – Man)

So the attacks grew and Fat's strength grew.

A theophany consists of a self-disclosure by the divine. It does not consist of something the percipient does; it consists of something the divine-the God or gods, the high power-does. Moses did not create the burning bush. Elijah, on Mount Horeb, did not generate the low, murmuring voice. . How are we to distinguish a genuine theophany from a mere hallucination on the part of the percipient? If the voice tells him something he does not know and could not know, then perhaps we are dealing with the genuine thing and not the spurious.

All that is required is one absolutely verified theophany and the latter view is voided.

as Spinoza supposed, the entire universe may be one theophany

In Fragment 123, Heraclitus says, "The nature of things is in the habit of concealing itself." And in Fragment 54 he says, "Latent structure is master of obvious structure," to which Edward Hussey adds, "Consequently, he (Heraclitus) necessarily agreed . . . that reality was to some extent "hidden.' " So if reality "[is] to some extent 'hidden,' " then what is meant by "theophany"? Because a theophany is an in-breaking of God, an in-breaking which amounts to an invasion of our world; and yet our world is only seeming; it is only "obvious structure," which is under the mastery of an unseen "latent structure."

The Mind is not talking to us but by means of us. Its narrative passes through us and its sorrow infuses us irrationally. As Plato discerned, there is a streak of the irrational in the World Soul.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.



   PARSIFAL: I move only a little, yet already I seem to

   have gone far.

   GURNEMANZ: You see, my son, here time turns into

   space.

Yeats's statement, 'I am an immortal soul tied to the body of a dying animal' is diametrically opposite to the actual state of affairs vis-à-vis the human condition

It is characteristic of the mentally ill to hate those who help them and love those who connive against them.

In hoc signo vince

Dico per spiritum sanctum. Haec verltas est. Mihi crede et mecum in aeternitate vivebis.

"There's two ways of knowing," Doug said. "Either knowledge arises through the sense organs and is called empirical knowledge, or it arises within your head and it's called a priori”

"Yes," Dr. Stone said. "The Logos would be living information, capable of replicating."

"Sure," Fat said. "Xenophanes of Colophon. 'One god there is, in no way like mortal creatures either in bodily form or in the thought of his mind. The whole of him sees, the whole of him thinks, the whole of him hears. He stays always motionless in the same place; it is not right-' "
" 'Fitting,' " Dr. Stone corrected. " 'It is not fitting that he should move about now this way, now that.' And the important part, Fragment 25. 'But, effortlessly, he wields all things by the thought of his mind.' "

"He said, 'I am god and no other one exists except me.'
But when he said these things, he sinned against all of
the immortal (imperishable) ones, and they protected
him. Moreover, when Pistis saw the impiety of the chief
ruler, she was angry. Without being seen, she said,
'You err, Samael,' i.e. the blind god.' 'An enlightened,
immortal man exists before you. This will appear with-
in your molded bodies. He will trample upon you like
potter's clay, (which) is trampled. And you will go
with those who are yours down to your mother, the
abyss.' "

Nag Hammadi Codex, On the Origin of the World

And that enlightened, immortal man who had existed before the creator deity would trample upon the fucked-up blind deluded creator like potter's clay.

He adapted his therapy to the individual, not the individual to the therapy.

In that simple sentence, "You're the authority," Stone had given Fat back his soul.
The soul which Gloria, with her hideous malignant psychological death-game, had taken away.

For each person there is a sentence-a series of words-which has the power to destroy him. another sentence exists, another series of words, which will heal the person

Kai theos en ho logos

" which is to say "and the word was God."

"My dear people, we are already the children
of God but what we are to be in the future
has not yet been revealed; all we know is,
that we shall be like him because we shall
see him as he really is." (1 John 3:1/2.)

Man and the true God are identical-as the Logos and the true God are-but a lunatic blind creator and his screwed-up world separate man from God.

In Gnosticism, man belongs with God against the world and the creator of the world (both of which are crazy, whether they realize it or not).

The benign power, whatever it was, had invaded this world, like a champion ready to do battle

This loneliness, this anguish of the bereaved Mind, is felt by every constituent of the universe. All its constituents are alive. Thus the ancient Greek thinkers were hylozoists.
A "hylozoist" believes that the universe is alive; it's about the same idea as pan-psychism, that everything is animated. Pan-psychism or hylozoism falls into two belief-classes:

1) Each object is independently alive.
2) Everything is one unitary entity; the universe is one thing, alive, with one mind.

The entire universe, possibly, is in the invisible process of turning into the Lord. And with this process comes not just sentience but-sanity.

And having spoke, we do not stay to hear the answer, like jesting Pilate, upon his asking, "What is truth?"

So the rational, like a seed, lies concealed within the irrational bulk.

she like Gloria planned to take as many people with her as possible-in direct proportion to their love toward her

"His disciples asked him what this parable might
mean, and he said, 'The mysteries of the kingdom
of God are revealed to you; for the rest there are
only parables, so that they might see but not per-
ceive, listen but not understand.' " (Luke 8:9/10).

"You didn't pay anything for it; that guy gave it to you."
" 'Didn't pay anything'? He made me feel like he owned me for giving me that damn car."

He could not believe that someone would return malice for assistance.

"Reality is that which when you stop believing in it, it doesn't go away."

The basic dynamism is as follows: a human being sees something bad which is coming as inevitable. There is no way he can halt the process; he is helpless. This sense of helplessness generates a need to gain some control over the impending pain-any kind of control will do. This makes sense; the subjective feeling of helplessness is more painful than the impending misery. So the person seizes control over the situation in the only way open to him: he connives to bring on the impending misery; he hastens it. This activity on his part promotes the false impression that he enjoys pain. Not so. It is simply that he cannot any longer endure the helplessness or the supposed helplessness. But in the process of gaining control over the inevitable misery he becomes, automatically, anhedonic (which means being unable or unwilling to enjoy pleasure). Anhedonia sets in stealthily. Over the years it takes control of him. For example, he learns to defer gratification; this is a step in the dismal process of anhedonia. In learning to defer gratification he experiences a sense of self-mastery; he has become stoic, disciplined; he does not give way to impulse. He has control. Control over himself in terms of his impulses and control over the external situation. He is a controlled and controlling person. Pretty soon he has branched out and is controlling other people, as part of the situation. He becomes a manipulator. Of course, he is not consciously aware of this; all he intends to do is lessen his own sense of impotence. But in his task of lessening this sense, he insidiously overpowers the freedom of others. Yet, he derives no pleasure from this, no positive psychological gain; all his gains are essentially negative.

If you'll remember, helping people was one of the two basic things Fat had been told long ago to give up; helping people and taking dope. He had stopped taking dope, but all his energy and enthusiasm were now totally channeled into saving people.
Better he had kept on with the dope.

"That's the existential position," Fat said. "Based on the concept that we are what we do, rather than, We are what we think. It finds its first expression in Goethe's Faust, Part One, where Faust says, 'Im Anfang war das Wort.' He's quoting the opening of the Fourth Gospel; 'In the beginning was the Word.' Faust says, 'Nein. Im Anfang war die Tat.' 'In the beginning was the deed.' From this, all existentialism comes."

First eight hours of graphic information is fired at you from sources unknown, taking the form of lurid phosphene activity in eighty colors arranged like modern abstract paintings; then you dream about three-eyed people in glass bubbles and electronic gear; then your apartment fills up with St. Elmo's Fire plasmatic energy which appears to be alive and to think; your animals die; you are overcome by a different personality who thinks in Greek; you dream about Russians; and finally you get a couple of Soviet letters within a three-day period-which you were told were coming.

Meta-circuits in Fat's brain had been disinhibited by the fish sign and the words spoken by the girl.

It means my body is either in two space-time continua simultaneously, or else my body is nowhere at all

Space and time were revealed to Fat-and to Thomas!-as mere mechanisms of separation.

Immortality, the abolition of time and space, comes only through the Logos or plasmate; only it is immortal.

I have never been married to nor seen this woman. Yet in the dreams I felt deep, comfortable and familiar love toward her, the kind of love which grows only with the passage of many years. But how do I even know that, since I have never had anyone to feel such love for?

a psychosis is a dream breaking through during waking hour

"Time is a child at play, playing draughts; a child's is the kingdom." Heraclitus
Edward Hus-sey says about this passage: "Here, as probably in Anax-imander, 'Time' is a name for God, with an etymological suggestion of his eternity. The infinitely old divinity is a child playing a board game as he moves the cosmic pieces in combat according to rule."

"One god there is, in no way like mortal creatures either in bodily form or in the thought of his mind." Xenophanes

Time somehow got abolished for him, and the recapitulation of selves along the linear time-axis caused the multitude of selves to laminate together into a common entity.

After all, if you are a Buddha you should be able to figure it out for yourself.
He had totally blended his religious life and goals with his emotional life and goals.
In essence the blood, not the Grail, summoned the knights; the blood never died.

That's what the word "parsifal" is supposed to mean in Arabic; it's supposed to have been derived from "Falparsi" an Arabic word meaning "pure fool." This of course isn't the actual case, although in the opera Parsifal, Kundry addresses Parsifal this way. The name "Parsifal" is in fact derived from "Perceval,

Thanatos can assume any form it wishes; it can kill eros, the life drive, and then simulate it. Once thanatos does this to you, you are in big trouble; you suppose you are driven by eros but it is thanatos wearing a mask. I hoped Fat hadn't gotten into this place; I hoped his desire to seek out and find the Savior stemmed from eros.
The true Savior, or the true God for that matter, carries life with him; he is life.
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can.

"Phil," Fat said, "if I don't find him, I'm going to die."
"I know," I said. It was true. The Savior stood between Horselover Fat and annihilation.
"I am programmed to self-destruct," Fat said. "The button has been pressed."
"The sensations that you feel-" I began.
"They're rational," Fat said. "In terms of the situation. It's true. This is not insanity. I have to find him, wherever he is, or die."

He's going to whip that goddam dead cat out from under his coat on Judgment Day and they're going to laugh at him like he laughs at us. That's what he deserves: a Great Judge exactly like himself."
"That's not a bad theological idea," I said. "You find yourself facing yourself. You think you'll find him?"
"The Savior? Yeah, I'll find him. If I run out of money I'll come home and work some more and go look again. He has to be somewhere. Zebra said so. And Thomas inside my head-he knew it; he remembered Jesus just having been there a little while ago, and he knew he'd be back. They were all joyful, completely joyful, making preparations to welcome him back. The bridegroom back.

It was so goddam festive, Phil; totally joyful and exciting, and everyone running around. They were running out of the Black Iron Prison and just laughing and laughing; they had fucking blown it up, Phil; the whole prison.

Blew it up and got out of there . . . running and laughing and totally, totally happy. And I was one of them."
"You will be again," I said.

"Gesegnet sei dein Leiden,
Das Mitleids höchste Kraft,
Und reinsten Wissens Macht
Denn zagen Toren gab!"

"The fact that in the discharge of his task the
eternal messenger must himself assume the lot of
incarnation and cosmic exile, and the further
fact that, at least in the Iranian variety of
the myth, he is in a sense identical with those
he calls-the once lost parts of the divine
self-give rise to the moving idea of the
"saved savior" (salvator salvandus)."

"Mit diesem Zeichen bann' Ich deinen Zauber."
"With this sign I abolish your magic."

'In spite of time, death and decay, we are still all together!' " (Schopenhauer.)

An ancient argument for immortality goes like this: if every creature really dies-as it appears to-then life continually passes out of the universe, passes out of being; and so eventually all life will have passed out of being, since there are no known exceptions to this. Ergo, despite what we see, life somehow must not turn to death.

Although the original apostolic Christians had been murdered, the plasmate had gone into hiding at Nag Hammadi and was again loose in our world, and as angry as a motherfucker, if you'll excuse the expression.

The last thing he needed was more information; what Fat needed was someone to take the information from him.

the Latin word "Felix" occurs in such injunctions as that by God Himself, who in Genesis 1:21 says to all the creatures of the world, "Be fruitful and increase, fill the waters of the seas; and let the birds increase on land." This is the essence of the meaning of Felix, this command from God, this loving command, this manifestation of his desire that we not only live but that we live happily and prosperously.

FELIX. Fruit-bearing, fruitful, fertile, productive. All the nobler sorts of trees, whose fruits are offered to the superior deities. That brings good luck, of good omen, auspicious, favorable, propitious, fortunate, prosperous, felicitous. Lucky, happy, fortunate. Wholesome. Happier, more successful in.

How can there be a dysfunction in something that doesn't exist?

The Buddha is in the park

when you play a record a second time, do the musicians play the music a second time? If you play the record fifty times, do the musicians play the music fifty times?"
"Once," I said.

King and judge, I thought. As promised

Fish cannot carry guns

The real danger, the ultimate horror, happens when the creating and protecting, the sheltering, comes first-and then the destruction. Because if this is the sequence, everything built up ends in death.
Libera me, Domine, I said to myself. In die illa. Save me, protect me, God, in this day of wrath

But the divine and the terrible are so close to each other. Nommo and Yurugu are partners; both are necessary. Osiris and Seth, too. In the Book of Job, Yahweh and Satan form a partnership. For us to live, however, these partners must be split. The behind-the-scenes partnership must end as soon as time and space and all the creatures come into being.
It is not God nor the gods which must prevail; it is wisdom, Holy Wisdom. I hoped that the fifth Savior would be that: splitting the bipolarities and emerging as a unitary thing. Not of three persons or two but one. Not Brahma the creator, Vishnu the sustainer and Shiva the destroyer, but what Zoroaster called the Wise Mind.
The gentle sounds of the choir singing "Amen, amen" are not to calm the congregation but to pacify the god.
You worship a god and then he pays you back by taking you over. This is called "enthousiasmos" in Greek, literally "to be possessed by the god."

"I want to see you, man.
As quickly as I can.
Let me hold your hand
I've got no hand to hold
And I'm old, old; very old.

Why won't you look at me?
Afraid of what you see?
I'll find you anyhow,
Later or now; later or now."

"That which is to be healed will be healed," Linda Lamp-ton said. "That which will be destroyed will be destroyed. But time is not real; nothing is destroyed. It is an illusion."

Well, as I already said, no matter which direction you take, when you run the god runs with you because he is everywhere, inside you and out.
"There is always information when VALIS is present,"
"The al prefix," Mini said, "is Arabic; it simply means 'the.' It's a common prefix for stars. That was your clue. Anyhow, you did see written pages, then."
"VALIS is a construct," Mini said. "An artifact. It's anchored here on Earth, literally anchored. But since space and time don't exist for it, VALIS can be anywhere and any time it wishes to. It's something they built to program us at birth; normally it fires extremely short bursts of information at babies, engramming instructions to them which will bleed across from their right hemispheres at clock-time intervals during their full lifetimes, at the appropriate situational contexts."

Too much medication, I said to myself, remembering Paracelsus, is a poison. This man has been healed to death.

We were great builders, but one day we decided to play a game. We did it voluntarily; were we such good builders that we could build a maze with a way out but which constantly changed so that, despite the way out, in effect there was no way out for us because the maze-this world-was alive? To make the game into something real, into something more than an intellectual exercise, we elected to lose our exceptional faculties, to reduce us an entire level. This, unfortunately, included loss of memory-loss of knowledge of our true origins. But worse than that-and he is where we in a sense managed to defeat ourselves, to turn victory over to our servant, over to the maze we had built-"
"Space and time are the binding, controlling conditions of the maze-its power."

"Sophia is two," Linda said. "She was born in 1976. We tape what she says."

"Unless your past perishes," Sophia said to me, "you are doomed. Do you know that?"
"Yes," I said.
Sophia said, "Your future must differ from your past. The future must always differ from the past."

"I am the injured and the slain," Sophia said. "But I am not the slayer. I am the healer and the healed."
"It would be easy to love her," Mini said. "Many people have loved her . . . as it says in the Book of Wisdom. And so she entered them and guided them and descended even into the prison with them; she never abandoned those who loved her or who love her now."

That child who had always been.

You always have to go on that, your instinctive trust or-your lack of trust. In the final analysis, there is really nothing else you can go on.

"SEPHER YEZIRAH. I will read to you; listen." She set the book down, closing it " 'God has also set the one over against the other; the good against the evil, and the evil against the good; the good proceeds from the good, and the evil from the evil; the good purifies the bad, and the bad the good; the good is preserved for the good, and the evil for the bad ones.' " Sophia paused a moment and then said, "This means that good will make evil into what evil does not wish to be; but evil will not be able to make good into what good does not wish to be. Evil serves good, despite its cunning."

"The mustard seed," I said. "That grows into a tree so large that birds can roost in it."

. "Come back to us," she had whispered in my ear. "You promise? This is our future; it belongs to a very few, a very, very few." To which I had thought, You couldn't be more wrong, honey; this belongs to everyone.

I was present that day, the last time the disciples sat at table. You may believe me; you may not. Sed per spiritum sanctum dico; haec veritas est. Mihi crede et mecum in aeter-nitate vivebis.
My Latin is probably faulty, but what I am trying to say, haltingly, is: "But I speak by means of the Holy Spirit; this is so. Believe me and you shall live with me in eternity."

Healing powers are the absolute certain sign of the material presence of the Messiah.

Wisdom has to be, by its very nature, rational; it is the final stage of what is locked into the real. There is an intimate relationship between what is wise and what exists, although that relationship is subtle.

Zebra-or VALIS-was the supra-temporal expression of a given human being and not a god . . . not unless the supra-temporal expression of a given human being is what we actually mean by the term "god," is what we worship, without realizing it, when we worship "god."

"To walk toward the dawn
You must put your slippers on."

After a time, I realized that the woman in the dream driving the car and singing had been Sophia, but grown up, as she would have been one day. The dark eyes filled with light and life and fire.
The dream was her way of saying good-bye.

"You want me to tell you the truth?" I interrupted.
Fat blinked. "Sure, Phil."
In a harsh voice, I said, "There is no Savior. St. Sophia will not be born again, the Buddha is not in the park, the Head Apollo is not about to return. Got it?"

"Then the true name for religion," Fat said, "is death."
"The secret name," I agreed. "You got it. Jesus died; As-klepios died-they killed Mani worse than they killed Jesus, but nobody even cares; nobody even remembers. They killed the Catharists in southern France by the tens of thousands. In the Thirty Years War, hundreds of thousands of people died, Protestants and Catholics-mutual slaughter. Death is the real name for it; not God, not the Savior, not love-death. Kevin is right about his cat. It's all there in his dead cat. The Great Judge can't answer Kevin: 'Why did my cat die?' Answer: 'Damned if I know.' There is no answer; there is only a dead animal that just wanted to cross the street. We're all animals that want to cross the street only something mows us down half-way across that we never saw.

You said it yourself: the universe is irrational because the mind behind it is irrational. You are irrational and you know it. I am. We all are and we know it, on some level. I'd write a book about it but no one would believe a group of human beings could be as irrational as we are, as we've acted.

Madness has its own dynamism; it just goes on.

"The so-called intertwined snakes of the caduceus. Originally the caduceus, which is still the symbol of medicine was the staff of-not Hermes-but-" Fat paused, his eyes bright. "Of Asklepios. It has a very specific meaning, besides that of wisdom, which the snakes allude to; it shows that the bearer is a sacred person and not to be molested . . . which is why Hermes, the messenger of the gods, carried it."

I said, "Interesting that the AI voice is back to using Greek words."
"Mikros meaning small," Fat said, "and nesoi meaning islands. Maybe you're right; maybe it's just its propensity for reverting to Greek. But it's worth a try."
"You know what Kevin would say," I said. "About the simple, unspoiled native girls in those two thousand islands."
"I'll be the judge of that," Fat said.

Garlands of flowers, singing and dancing, and the recital of myths, tales, and poetry.

I sat; I waited; I watched; I kept myself awake. As we had been told, originally, long ago, to do; I kept my commission.

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And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them throughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for morter. And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth. And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded. And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech.

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In some certain important sense, time is not real. Or perhaps it is real, but not as we experience it to be or imagine it to be.

I had the acute, overwhelming certitude (and still have) that despite all the change we see, a specific permanent landscape underlies the world of change: and that this invisible underlying landscape is that of the Bible; it, specifically, is the period immediately following the death and resurrection of Christ; it is, in other words, the time period of the Book of Acts.
...
I can just picture myself being examined by a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist says, "What year is it?" And I reply, "A.D. 50." The psychiatrist blinks and then asks, "And where are you?" I reply, "In Judaea." "Where the heck is that?" the psychiatrist asks. "It's part of the Roman Empire," I would have to answer. "Do you know who is President?" the psychiatrist would ask, and I would answer, "The Procurator Felix." "You're pretty sure about this?" the psychiatrist would ask, meanwhile giving a covert signal to two very large psych techs. "Yep," I'd replay. "Unless Felix has stepped down and had been replaced by the Procurator Festus. You see, Saint Paul was held by Felix for --" "Who told you all this?" the psychiatrist would break in, irritably, and I would reply, "The Holy Spirit." And after that I'd be in the rubber room, inside gazing out, and knowing exactly how come I was there.

Everything in that conversation would be true, in a sense, although palpably not true in another. I know perfectly well that the date is 1978 and that Jimmy Carter is President and that I live in Santa Ana, California, in the United States. I even know how to get from my apartment to Disneyland, a fact I can't seem to forget. And surely no Disneyland existed back at the time of Saint Paul.

p.k. dick in How To Build A Universe That Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later (Essay)
written 1978

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vsetko je to otazka reprezentacie a pristupu. Neexistuje ziaden co by bol spravnejsi alebo nespravjnejsi lebo vsetky patria mysli. Rozmyslat o tom ako rozmyslat je paradox. Hladat diery v kontinuite naseho cognitivneho processu moze dat viacej pohladov do myslenia.

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What he did not know then is that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

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You will go out into the world and you will tell the kerygma which I charge you with. Listen to me; I tell you in truth, in very truth, that the days of the wicked will end and the son of man will sit on the judgment seat. This will come as surely as the sun itself rises. The grim king will strive and lose, despite his cunning; he loses; he lost; he will always lose, and those with him will go into the pit of darkness and there they will linger forever.

"What you teach is the word of man. Man is holy, and the true god, the living god, is man himself. You will have no gods but yourselves; the days in which you believed in other gods end now, they end forever.

"The goal of your lives has been reached. I am here to tell you this. Do not fear; I will protect you. You are to follow one rule: you are to love one another as you love me and as I love you, for this love proceeds from the true god, which is yourselves.
"A time of trial and delusion and wailing lies ahead because the grim king, the king of tears, will not surrender his power. But you will take his power from him; I grant you that authority in my name, exactly as I granted it to you once before, when that grim king ruled and destroyed and challenged the humble people of the world.
"The battle which you fought before has not ended, although the day of the healing sun has come. Evil does not die of its own self because it imagines that it speaks for god. Many claim to speak for god, but there is only one god and that god is man himself.
"Therefore only those leaders who protect and shelter will live; the others will die. The oppression lifted four years ago, and it will for a little while return. Be patient during this time; it will be a time of trials for you, but I will be with you, and when the time of trials is over I shall sit down on the judgment seat, and some will fall and some will not fall, according to my will, my will which comes to me from the father, back to whom we all go, all of us together.
"I am not a god; I am a human. I am a child, the child of my father, which is Wisdom Himself. You carry in you now the voice and authority of Wisdom; you are, therefore, Wisdom, even when you forget it. You will not forget it for long. I will be there and I will remind you.
"The day of Wisdom and the rule of Wisdom has come. The day of power, which is the enemy of Wisdom, ends. Power and Wisdom are the two principles in the world. Power has had its rule and now it goes into the darkness from which it came, and Wisdom alone rules.
"Those who obey power will succumb as power succumbs.
"Those who love Wisdom and follow her will thrive under the sun. Remember, I will be with you. I will be in each of you from now on. I will accompany you down into the prison if necessary; I will speak in the courts of law to defend you; my voice will be heard in the land, whatever the oppression.
"Do not fear; speak out and Wisdom will guide you. Fall silent out of fear and Wisdom will depart you. But you will not feel fear because Wisdom herself is in you, and you and she are one.
"Formerly you were alone within yourselves; formerly you were solitary men. Now you have a companion who never sickens or fails or dies; you are bonded to the eternal and will shine like the healing sun itself.
"As you go back into the world I will guide you from day to day. And when you die I will notice and come to pick you up; I will carry you in my arms back to your home, out of which you came and back to which you go.
"You are strangers here, but you are hardly strangers to me; I have known you since the start. This has not been your world, but I will make it your world; I will change it for you. Fear not. What assails you will perish and you will thrive.
"These are things which shall be because I speak with the authority given me by my father. You are the true god and you will prevail."

axone 823-01 Vedecka a spekulativna fanstatika/Science and speculative fiction (1441919)