In the beginning, there is me and I am love and love is the word. So it shall be written, so it shall pass. The earth is formless and empty, full of darkness. Deep with darkness and I am here. I am hovering over the waters of nothing. I need light, so let there be light.
And there is light, and it is good. Separate from the darkness, deep with the light. I will call the light 'day' and the darkness 'night.' There is evening and morning and mourning and grief and happiness and love and then there is nothing. And this is the first day. A swirling chaos. Darkness, light and nothing.
There will be lights in the sky and this will separate the night from the day. They will mark the seasons, the days, the years of life. They will be called the moon and the sun and it will be night.
The water will churn will living things, the great creatures of the sea. Bacteria, protozoa. The vertebrates, the boneless. The sky will be filled. The protoavis. The soroavisaurus. The raptors. The humans. My flesh. They will be fruitful, they will multiply and it will be day.
And there is the dēmiourgos. My son. My father. My brother. My love. My Betrayer. He disturbs the Pleroma, the Ogdoad, the seven heavens of love and life and me. He revolts. Makes war upon me.
I have never been this angry. So wrathful, or so full of love.
He has 133,306,668 angels in his legion. 133,306,668 angels that follow him. 133,306,668 ways to destroy me.
And now there is war. War in the Ogdoad and the seven heavens. War with my sister, with my brother, with my father, mother and love. An angel against a dragon, a boy against a girl, the chaos of nothing against the Monad, the Absolute, against the Aeon. My son is a beast.
And I love. I love and I am filled with wrath. I cast him out. I cast him out and he deceives the world. I cast him down. Into Hell. Into the Earth. Into the fire. I want him to burn, because I love.
Now is come salvation and strength in the kingdom of your God. The accuser is cast down. The betrayer is cast down. But there is love.
The Gospel of the Living God
And there is light, and it is good. Separate from the darkness, deep with the light. I will call the light 'day' and the darkness 'night.' There is evening and morning and mourning and grief and happiness and love and then there is nothing. And this is the first day. A swirling chaos. Darkness, light and nothing.
There will be lights in the sky and this will separate the night from the day. They will mark the seasons, the days, the years of life. They will be called the moon and the sun and it will be night.
The water will churn will living things, the great creatures of the sea. Bacteria, protozoa. The vertebrates, the boneless. The sky will be filled. The protoavis. The soroavisaurus. The raptors. The humans. My flesh. They will be fruitful, they will multiply and it will be day.
And there is the dēmiourgos. My son. My father. My brother. My love. My Betrayer. He disturbs the Pleroma, the Ogdoad, the seven heavens of love and life and me. He revolts. Makes war upon me.
I have never been this angry. So wrathful, or so full of love.
He has 133,306,668 angels in his legion. 133,306,668 angels that follow him. 133,306,668 ways to destroy me.
And now there is war. War in the Ogdoad and the seven heavens. War with my sister, with my brother, with my father, mother and love. An angel against a dragon, a boy against a girl, the chaos of nothing against the Monad, the Absolute, against the Aeon. My son is a beast.
And I love. I love and I am filled with wrath. I cast him out. I cast him out and he deceives the world. I cast him down. Into Hell. Into the Earth. Into the fire. I want him to burn, because I love.
Now is come salvation and strength in the kingdom of your God. The accuser is cast down. The betrayer is cast down. But there is love.