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Go Forth and Multiply

A Collection of Sayings for Pleroma’s Children

I)
 
It’s not a law of attraction
but one of multiplication
The logos is the spermatikos,
and it is law-maker
 
As a being thinks, so it expands
How do you say, “I am…”?
 
Pour yourself out;
kenosis is key to kickstart the engine,
far more powerful than gnosis!
 
Daily begin at the beginning:
that true place of divinity
6ft under,
where ignorance is bliss
 
Measure your intention as a god;
be architect of the kingdom within you;
then become your own incarnation
 
But remember,
a day can be as a thousand years
And that seed (your word)…
it falls on soil beyond your control
 
 
II)
 
Life is but a canyon
Adam sounded and it echoed back
 
Ah, there you are…
Bouncing about
 
Satisfy your thirst,
be stilled
Shalom I say,
Shalom!
 
You may select your beverage
but not always the medium of its hosting
Don’t be offended
 
The stranger cannot harm you,
it’s just a trainer
to help you on your way
to almost anything
 
III)
 
So come!
Come and fill your cup
Drink and lay yourself down
upon the teleporting swastika
 
Grit your teeth
and tighten your gut for the spin
And soon the new game shall begin
 
Let gravity tear you apart—
the parts of your mirror scatter
into the four winds,
And crash down like mana
from a clear blue sky
 
On the other side of dawn
gather, gather, gather
Make your way back
to the home you had imagined,
like a pair of fairytale twins
 
This is the truth
Set yourself free
Say the magic words:
“I am nothing, yet.”
 
And see that, in fact,
you are potentially everything
 
 
IV)

Clockwise spin to bind,
to seal, and to suppress
 
Anticlockwise to unlock,
to release, and to let loose
 
What you select in Brahman
Atman will do in the Maya
 
“What you don’t have will be taken from you,
and to what you have will be added more!
I tell you the truth!” Shouted the Pioneer,
who discovered our theosis
 
 
V)
 
Say, “Love!”
And your darkness shall be dusted with stars
 
Say, “Hate!”
And your sunrise will be smudged by locusts
 
Say, “Heal!”
And a densely flowered forest will break through your raw red earth
 
Say, “Die!”
And your waters will be buried under a vast blanket of sands

Say, “Give!”
And your razor-sharp ranges will be veined with gold 
 
Oh ishvara, with a lowercase me
You are the genie of your own bottle
 
Ignore your shell
Come out and play!
 
 
VI)
 
But as for me,
I am a “child”
I am one with “The Son”
 
The Holy Spirit (Shaasta Dharma) is our Atman
The Father of Lights (Brahma) is our Brahman
We are The Light (Brahmaputra), Siva
 
And we are lead by the Spirit
to “do good works…
glad participations the Father prepared
in advance for us to do.”
 
And our temple will serve the command:
“Yahovah!” (Which translates “Dance!”)
Our way is truth, life and harmony
 
For in this is my Salvation
I am on my way to release
A fire goes before us
to incinerate the illusion

 
The Teachings

On the Logos : John 1:1; Colossians 1:16; Rev 19:13
Jesus’ Challenge : Matthew 16:13-20
Kenosis : (John 3:30; Romans 4:14, 1Corinthians 1:17, 9:15, 2Corinthians 9:3, Philippians 2:7)
Death 0.5 : Luke 9:23-25; Galatians 2:20-22, 5:24-25; 2 Corinthians 5:17; 1 Peter 2:24
Deaths 1.0 & 2.0 : Mathew 10:28; Revelation 20:14
The Teacher : Nehemiah 9:20; Galatians 3:24-26; 1 John 2:27
Moses’ mana : Exodus 16: 15, 31
Pleroma : 1 Corinthians 15:28 (also see Gnostic Gospels)
The “haves” and “havenots” : Matthew 25:29
Yahovah’s fire : Exodus 13:21-22; Nehemiah 9:12, 19; Psalm 97:3; Revelation 19:12

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