The Angel, the Book and the Song

The Angel

And he spoke: "Man has created these powers of destruction.

He has made them from his own mind.

He has turned his face away

From the angels of the Heavenly Father and the Earthly Mother,

And he has fashioned his own destruction."

Reply

And I spoke: "Then is there no hope, bright angel?"

And a blazing light streamed like a river from his hands

As he answered, "There is always hope,

O thou for whom Heaven and Earth were created."The Angel

And then the angel,

He who stood upon the sea and upon the earth,

Lifted up his hand to heaven,

And swore by him who lives for ever and ever,

Who created heaven and the things that therein are,

And the Earth, and the things that therein are,

And the sea, and the things that are therein,

That there should be time no longer:

But in the days of the voice of the seventh angel,

When he shall begin to sound,

The mystery of God should be revealed to those

Who have eaten from the Tree of Life

Which stands forever in the Eternal Sea.

Book

And the voice spoke again saying:

"Go take the book that is in the hand of the angel,

who stands upon the sea and upon the earth."

Reply

And I went to the angel, and said to him,

"Give me the book,

For I would eat from the Tree of Life

Which stands in the middle of the Eternal Sea."

And the angel gave to me the book,

And I opened the book, and I read therein

What had always been, what was now, and what would come to pass.

I saw the holocaust that would engulf the Earth,

And the great destruction

That would drown all her people in oceans of blood.

And I saw too the eternity of man

And the endless forgiveness of the Almighty.

The souls of men were as blank pages in the book,

Always ready for a new song to be there inscribed.

Hymn

And I lifted up my face

To the seven Angels of the Earthly Mother

And the seven Angels of the Heavenly Father,

And I felt my feet touching the holy brow of the Earthly Mother,

And my fingers touching the holy feet of the Heavenly Father,

And I uttered a hymn of thanksgiving:

"I thank thee, heavenly father,

Because thou hast put me at a source of running streams,

At a living spring in a land of drought,

Watering an eternal garden of wonders,

The Tree of Life, Mystery of mysteries,

Growing everlasting branches for eternal planting,

To sink their roots into the stream of life from an eternal source.

And thou, Heavenly Father,

Protect their fruits

With the angels of day and night,

And with flames of Eternal Light lighting every way.

Rate0