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Section Index

Preface Prognosis Consummatum Est Fields of Consciousness Entelos Epinike A Word in Passing The Spark of Nous Walk a while with me The Road to Wisdom The Barren Tree The Cosmic Sigh The Motherload The Journey Home The Arkons of Transition The Love of Hell Annihilation Circuminsession The Void Resurrection The Watcher at the gates of Dawn Beyond the White Duality The Cosmic View Gnosis Revelation The Dark Side The Eternal Bleep Quo Vadis The Pain Ode to Metamorphosis The Odyssey Walking on the Waves Cosmic Blackmail Elitism The Virus Physics and Psy The Fire of Life The Irony Full Circle Paradise on Earth The Reciprocal Convergence The Tiger Moth Drink Deep Dichotomy The Wind does not Blow Serendipity False Idols The Grail Re-Legio The Passion Science Thus Quenched Emanation The Path Teachers Philosophers The Water and the Jug The Judgement of Memory Divine Freedom The Cog's of Form The Accusation Frustration Dream On Happiness Reason and Emotion Affectation Meaning Contemplation The Cosmic Dance Judgement Gnosis of Direction For Nothing The Eternal Mystery The Humour of Dialogue The Cosmos of Creation The Secret of Life Good and Evil Fulfilment The Inheritance The Child and the Man Truth Unconditional Love A Birthday Thought Incarnate Evolution Always Now Affirmation In Conclusion The Deepest Wealth The Knowledge A Breath of Vision The Last virtue In Waiting In Passing Silent Night Ab Aeterno Ad Hoc The Hero For What Reason The Last Amen In Leaving Time and Again The World is full of Beauty

GNOSIS




A Gnostic is a one who knows
the restitution of repose,
and having seen that wondrous sight
before the moving, and the white.
The knowledge of the depth of things;
the root from which all time begins
to issue forth its Cosmic load,
and ever conscious of its road.

The wisdom of creations love
returns to seed like wingéd Dove
when its temporal course is through,
washed of care becomes as new.

The Cosmic mind is bound to roam
many orbits from its home,
and into Somnus it must dive,
in darkness, fear, it must yet strive
to liberate its inner form
as it was before the dawn
when the mind dwelt in the light
of that virgin realm so bright.

In mortal life its memory knows
from whence it came, and whither it goes;
and thus it never walks alone,
however far it is from home.
One day, for sure, they all will know
the greatest truth that mind can show;
that 'Love of Wisdom' is second best
to the 'Wisdom of Love', in its home of rest.
And I AM (mind), amid the throng,
have seen the singer, and the song;
and nought can reach Eternity,
other than by way of me.


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