Climbing the charts in ritualistic bliss toward our golden autokabalesis.
Our humble prayers laid down as offerings before the unclean feet of our weary world. It is all we know and all we have. We give thanks as we know how. Any and all before you and yours. Go live and thrive in gnosis content. Make the soul a living thing again. Shed away worldly concerns and all gods before your self. Be a humble and kind god. Forgive and be patient though dastardly through eternity and back again. Do these things until the birth of death is unraveled to it's bare naked seed. All that is and was and ever shall be consists of this single seed. You shall know what to do when time is in the palm of your hand. Speak nothing more outside this moment beyond this one alluding caution I give. Go all places and spread messages underlined by this which I have said. Form them in many guises and shapes until scattered masses have become legion. We shall become I. I am the light. I consume all darkness. I am the perpetual only without end but always beginning. I am the rounding cycle. I am this moment outs de of time. Time is the antithesis to I. Go now and may crowned blessings bind your brows in a blinding light halo resting upon the apex of eternity.