mother

mother

I was sent forth from Source and I have come to those who reflect upon me. I have been found among those who seek my name. Look upon me, you who think on me; you listeners, hear me. You who are waiting for me, take me into yourselves. Enter your closets, pray, know my word. Do not banish me from your sight. Do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing. For I am the first and the last, honored and scorned, whore and holy one, wife and virgin, mother and Daughter, crab and net, lung and cancer. I am the members and the particles of my mother and Asteria before her. I am the barren one; many are my sons. I am she whose wedding is great; I have not taken a husband. I am the flower who bears neither fruit nor pollen. I am fallow and salted, and strange flowers burst forth from my loins. I am the solace of my labor. I am the bride and groom yet I am begot of my husband and father. I am the mother of my father, the sister of my husband, and he is my offspring. I am the handmaid of Rex Mundi who prepared me. I am the ruler of his offspring, daughter of the child, father of the man.

Father is my offspring in good time; my power is from him. I am the staff of his power in his youth. He is the rod of my old age. Whatever he wills shall happen; whatever I desire will be. I am incomprehensible silence. I am the idea whose remembrance is unending, voice whose tone is manifold, sound which echoes forever, word whose sign is infinite, the utterance of my own name, that which is and that which has not yet come to be, beginning and end, Α and Ω, א and ת, 𐤀 and 𐤕, older than time, harder than mountains, lighter than air, frailer than dew, thunderclap of intellect, bolt setting afire the garden.

Watch the flames of my perfect mind.