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Commentary on The Gnosis

Commentary on The Gnosis

The child born from a chimera has no father and a clone is the image of its mother. But the son of Man has a Father.

Who was the Son of Man?
Was it not the Torah in utero?

Despite its morphing over more than a millennia, it was nothing less than the symbiotic marriage of Father's Word ("Promise to Abram" / "Seed of Truth") and Abram's hosting tent (egg of "faith"/Sarai's "Mary")...

that is, the gifted 'H'

nurtured as daughter Shakinah in the volitile yet familiar crucible of the womb (ancient "Israel"/Solomon's Temple) within the Mother (Humanity/Barbelo's Queendom: Malekuth).

Like a blood transfusion, or the grafting of a new body part, the threat of rejection loomed and attempts to kill the plan were relentless!

Yet, the knitting work continued to bind the chain...

And when that female (XY) turned male (XXY) with that added manifestation of power (by the Holy Spirit),

the Torah came to term and was "born" in the person of Jesus (Son of Man and Son of God): the final result of the now infallible co-authored text,

having met God's standard for publication, i.e. "perfection" of image--

a second and better edition of the earlier text (Adam), now refreshed and rewritten for a broader audience,

one that could reside in the Eden of their hearts forever

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