ONE PASSAGE OF CLIFF-TOP TEXT; A PICTURE OF THE HUT AND A SHORT ACCOUNT OF ITS BUILDING

                This is "The Hut" at the top of the cliff. I built it after reading the Gospel of Thomas. I'd been playing guitar
on the stage of a nightclub on Yonge Street, Toronto's Main 
Street. The club  was called "The Zanzibar."
        It was time to move from the Zanzibar to the top
of a cliff.
        The cliff over looks a lake that is  250 miles 
north of Toronto and to the east of Highway 11, 
towards Quebec. The lake is surrounded by  hills 
to the north and east.
         I started walking in the bush, climbing 
the hills and ridges, spending time in various places.
         I was looking for a place of power. The First 
Nations People used to have ceremonies on 
Trout Lake going back 2,000 years. Seven circles 
of stone had been set out in the woods, 
rising up a hill.  The natives walked these
circles climbing slowly. You can see places set
in the stone where they set the pipes 
which they smoked as part of the ceremony.
           Rather than follow the circles round, 
I stepped across the circles in order to climb 
to the top... at the top, a cat hissed at me 
in that place of power. So the place  was 
sufficiently strong to animate a cat.

          When I finally found the hut site, 
at the top of the cliff face, I was able to 
sense the health and power of the place 
immediately.  As it turned out, a much larger 
wildcat resided in this place of power - 
so I was in the right place. It took about a 
month and a half to build the cabin.
         I had to buy a horse to haul the oak
logs from where I cut them to the cliff face.
I got three bushmen up the mountain to help
me hoist the longs onto the walls. I understand
now why oak is considered a  holy
wood. Try and hammer a twelve inch spike
into an oak log... if you don't hit it
dead on with a heavy hammer, the spike
will bend like butter.
          All the trees in the woods on top of
the cliff were small oak trees, I didn't deliberately
choose that kind of wood. The four men -
 we attempted to carry a
fourteen foot oak log on out shoulders, it
didn't work. We could get the log up
on our shoulders but even counting out
the time, we couldn't take a step.
          This is just to give a little background
information to the narrative - to show you
I'm not making this up.
           There is an almost constant
 wind up over the cliff face, and when there's
a snowstorm, things start to look pretty
dramatic.
           To the east, the Ottawa River drains
water down to the St Lawrence River
and to the sea. To the west of this high point,
the French River drains into Georgian Bay,
to Lake Huron... then through the Great Lakes
out towards the sea.
           The fact that this cliff face creates
a divide in the watershed, perhaps explains
why a magnetic phenomenon exists
there, also. The northern lights
seem to circle right about this place,
and I assume they did so even before
I started working on the newly discovered
ancient gospels in that place of power.        

          The size of the cabin is 14 feet by eight feet.
Inside it was a wood stove  which was right in front of 
you as you walked in the door. To your left as you
stood in the doorway was a desk about three and
a half feet long and two and a half feet wide. 
It was built of 1" by 6" planks. Its legs were oak logs.
        The bed was behind you as you sat at the
desk. It was made of 1"x6"  planks. The bed
was six and a half feet long and over three feet
wide.
        The desk sat under the window. There
were   some plank shelves, and some
wooden pegs driven into the logs
for hanging clothing.
        The nearest road was a dirt road
about three-quarters of a mile away.  
There was no electricity or media .
It is a mile of deep forest valleys, cliff 
faces and steep rock hills.
        All supplies had to be carried in by 
what looked like a goat path, after I had
walked up and down it about twenty
times.
       Bags of cement  had to be 
 carried up the steep, rocky hill.


       Verses like the following
are what got me looking for a sacred
place to begin with.
       

      I decided that few people would
read the Nag Hammadi Library, unless it was
changed into more easily flowing form of
English.  I've tried to improve the flow
and of course I ended up doing a lot
more than that.

       Verses like the following one are what
got me looking for a sacred place on a hilltop
in the bush to begin with.

Text:

             "You must go out into
the wilderness and leave all comforts
of home behind you. You must forget 
all your daily concerns. You must forget
all memories of the past, or thoughts of
the future. You must clear your mind
of all thoughts, ideas or other considerations.
You must forget your desire for your
loved one. Strip yourself bare of all
desires. Make yourself clean.
Then you may come to converse with Me."










        The poet walked out into the wilderness
Behind him leaving all comforts of home
or family, all thoughts of daily commerce, all
desire for his lady,, and with a clear mind
walked alone into the depths of the
forest, taking with him only water and
the oil to light a lamp.
          The poet was returning to the depths
of his soul. He was also doing what he
was told.
        He came to a clear and breezy place,
near a hilltop and overlooking lakes and
valleys. The cloudy autumn air was beginning
to get a little chilly. The poet was about
serious business - yet not to be taken
seriously by anyone except those
who are trapped within the confines of
specific identities.
        At the top of the cliff, he lit a fire
among the rocks that stood on a rise
behind the cliff face. He poured water
into a pot and let it boil over the fire.
Into the pot he threw all edible forms
of food and fuel he found in the woods
around him - ferns, and leaves, 
wintergreen berries, and all kinds
of manna which was growing
beneath the trees of the forest
around him.
            He cooked up the brew and
drank it; it tasted tart, and sweet;
it tasted sour also, but of the
earth itself.
          After a time, sitting in the
silence, he started to laugh at
all his worries; he laughed at himself,
at his serious concerns and determinations,
his food worries, his business worries,
his worry at his own inexplicable
primordial fear...
     It seemed ridiculous to him
that such  fearful thoughts and concerns:
 should blind him - blind him to the
whole vast and panoramic scene that
was unfolding before him, both
within himself and externally. The
world, or so it seemed, was too vast
for such blindness, such inexplicable
Forgetting. 
            Not only had he forgotten,
 but there it was before him:
a whole populace that had forgotten,
residing concernedly in the valleys
below.

          

EVEN AS THE DAWN, WITH ITS ROSY FINGERS, PROMISES THE SUN, SO THESE WORDS DO PROMISE THE ARISING OF THE MIND AND THE PRESENCE OF THE HOLY ONE

            It was four in the morning, and the snows
were almost ending. Every few days the taste
of spring would rise to the poet. Every third
day or so, there would be an almost
balmy day.
      He lit a fire in the woodstove
opened the door, and the taste of the air
was sweet. Off in the distance, in the
valley below and across a lake, he could
see the lights of the small city.
      Above him in the sky, which was still
night - the northern lights were playing
and forming circles in the air,  sheets
and circles of colours rising and falling
and sweeping across the frozen lake,
and dancing in the air.
      One Easter, the light in the sky turned
red and descended around the poet.
      You see, he knew such things had happened
and kept happening, if a person only
had the faith to see: he could see great
signs in the heavens:

Jesus said: "I have cast fire upon the
world. and see, I guard it until the
world is afire. I shall choose you,
one out of a thousand, and two out
of ten thousand, and they shall
stand as a single one, until the
whole world is aflame."

The poet asked: "Shall you choose
me?"

Jesus said: "The choice is yours."

"For if you shall choose Me, I shall
have chosen you. Within a man
of light there is light and he lights
the whole world."

The poet asked: "Where shall I find
You?"
Jesus said: "I am where you are."

The poet asked: "What are you?"
Jesus said: "I am what you are."

The poet asked: "Who are you?"
Jesus said: "Know yourself and you
will know Me."

The poet asked: "How shall I know 
myself?"
Jesus said: "You must become as a
small child in the rain who puts his
clothing beneath his feet and stands
naked and unashamed beneath the
heavens."

The poet asked: "How do I know that
You are indeed the True One?" 

Jesus said: "Because I say what all
men need to hear. If my words are
not alive, ignore me."
"Were I not the True One you would
know me to be a liar, for My words
would have no life. But I speak
the Living Word. If another speaks
the Same, I am He."
        "I am He who is 
from the Same. I attained to the Same
and the Same attained to Me."
        
         " I say to you, my friend,
come to Me, for My lordship 
is gentle."

Jesus said: "Cleave a piece of wood
                  I am there.
                  
                  "Lift  a stone, I am there."

Jesus said:      "Whosoever drinks the waters
                    From My mouth,
                    Will become as I am
                     And I shall be he;
                      And the hidden things will be
                       Revealed to him;"

Jesus said:     "I admit to My Mystery
                      only those who are worthy.
                      Make yourself worthy,
                      foolish man."

        The poet stared up at the sky, where
the lights were forming circles around him,
rising and falling.
         He sat against a rock, under his
favourite tree, and watched as the dawn
was approaching.
          He knew these words of the Christ
were not as he or his people had been
taught by the orthodoxy.
           He knew the new Vision was coming.

           Even as the dawn, with its rosy fingers
makes promise of the sun;
           So do these words make promise,
through the strength of all things,
            Of the  arising of the Mind 
             And the Presence 
              Of the Holy One.


                   

THE WAR ON THE FLESH... remnant of an erroneous ethic.

 THE WAR ON DRUGS, THE PURITAN ETHIC
AND THE HIGHEST PER CAPITA JAIL RATE ON THE PLANET
 
                 I`ve re-written this article but can`t seem to find
the new and improved version, the coherent one...
                 The point I was trying to make is that there
is a dangerous hangover from the puritan mindset. Part
of that mindset is an UNCONSCIOUS TENDENCY to debase
all things of the flesh. And this judgemental disdain towards 
 the flesh has much to do with the uncaring destruction of
the physical world around us.
                 This unconscious hatred of the flesh is the motivating force
behind many of the idiotic judgements made by shallow Christian
elements.The puritan tradition is carried on thoughtlessly, a prejudice
repeated by rote.
                  Why is this important? This unconscious moralizing
WAR on the FLESH is the impetus behind a hateful disregard for
 our physical environment.
                  If we pray to the spirit and despise the flesh, this
disdain ends up being applied to our  environment, also.
                  I truly think this is a dangerous situation. I think
this unconscious prejudice might kill us all.

                  I shudder to think that a mind infused with this
unbalanced dualism -  that such a mind might have access
to nuclear weapons - this is no joking matter!

      
                 

                   In "THE LAND OF THE FREE" as we refer
to ourselves in Canada, we have the highest per capita 
incarceration rate  on this planet. And why is this?
It`s because of the high arrest rate caused by the "war
on drugs."
                  All of North America has this honour.  
We share this  highest per capita  jail rate  with the United States.
                  
                 WHAT MADNESS IS THIS?

                  THIS MADNESS DERIVES FROM THE PURITAN ETHIC.

                   In old time errant Christianity we used to  "lift up the spirit"  and  "debase the flesh". There are not two worlds: a higher world of the spirit and a lower world of the flesh.
                Our magnificent Earth and the Universe we are born 
into  - it`s one Unity. Spirit cannot exist without the flesh.  It`s
obvious: we are part of one fabric of being. It`s ridiculous to demean
one aspect of this fabric and sanctify another aspect.
               The thinking goes,    "Drugs are  evil;  they are part of the lesser world - the world of the flesh. And there is a mean-spirited and mostly
unconscious prejudice against the world of the flesh.
              There is  sickness in this  dualistic thinking and the phony morality that derives from it:    spirit vs  flesh,   God   vs  man.
               Morality based on such phony distinctions is erroneous morality.
             

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MORE OF THE CLIFF TOP WRITINGS. THE TEXT ITSELF. FROM TEMPLE'S GATE.

Writings from the Cliff Top, continued,
the text from Temple's Gate:
          

          "There is nothing hidden that shall
not be revealed and there is nothing
covered that shall remain without
being uncovered.
           "The wise man throws his line into
the sea, and out of many fish, keeps
One only."
           "See Him who was not born of
woman; prostrate yourselves upon
your face and adore Him; He is your
Father."
           "You shall stand as a single One
with all my other disciples, and with
Me. For he who attains to Me shall
know Eternity."
   Jesus said: "I leave this promise with you
I shall not be far from you; i have
never been far from you; see Me
 and you will know Yourself; you
will touch the All and see heaven
and hell abiding in the same place;
as the beginning is the end, and the
end is the beginning; he makes a
beginning, he who stands at the
world's end; you shall reap what you
deserve to reap; but be yourself one
of the few who attain to Peace; for
you come from the Kingdom and you
return to the Kingdom, and the
Kingdom is yours, if you will only
find the hidden keys to the door I
have been opening throughout the
centuries. Thousands, millions
have denied Me. And they have
killed the Son, but here I am,
the true Heir to the Garden."
        "Men know it not,
but the Kingdom has come."


       

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE EUCHARIST? IT'S TIME TO FESS UP AND PUT ALL THE CARDS ON THE TABLE. KIDDIE TIME IS OVER.

            Once again I encounter the same old
problem, none of the priests or ministers I know
has tried to tackle. And there is tremendous guilt
involved.
          I am talking about the love of sex
and the love of God.

           So we get all these examples of preachers,
genuine men (mostly men) who swear their love
for our Lord in Heaven on Sunday morning,
but find themselves crawling down a sidewalk
on all fours chasing an attractive set of buttocks
on Wednesday night.
          Or kneeling in a darkened room staring
through one-way glass, as a hooker he has 
hired strips and exposes herself... on the other
side of the glass... and masturbating.
           
          
           And then we get intense weeping
sessions some months later, "I HAVE SINNED!"
And the sessions are quite moving
the preacher prostrates himself
and gets the whole congregation
to pray with him.
            These are the honest preachers, I'm
talking about.

            With others, I suppose, it's worse.
The ones who cannot admit what they are
doing even to themselves...
            They must live in hell.Not so much
because of the sex, I hope, but because
of the lying false front they put on -
the hypocrisy - pretending one thing
and doing another.
              It's important to remember,
the Lord of Hosts,Y H W H. Yahweh was
originally worshipped by mankind as a fertility
God - for the warm salty sacred rain
that inseminated between the furroughs of
the fields.
              There is nothing new in this
thinking. God originally was sex, fertility:
so there's nothing wrong with sex -
instead it's a matter of sanctification
and focus - and if that sounds vague
to you, that's O.K. It sounds pretty
vague to me also.

              So there need not be this
major rift - this, "I'm ashamed. I'm so guilty"
versus, "I am pure and beyond fault."
              Perhaps there are some activities
that should divide the human psyche
in this very way - but sex ought not to be
one of them.
             What sex is is an easy tool, an
easy fall guy, an easy way to manipulate
men and women, and make us feel shame.
Because:

    WE ARE MOST VULNERABLE IN OUR SEX

              It is easiest to make a group of people
pay protection money for their sexual activities.
For there is already an element of shame. It's
easy to stir up guilt in this ballpark... whether
guilt is appropriate or not.

              A dog feels no shame as he humps your leg;
he's just in a hurry, that's all.
               But we would feel shame doing the same
thing in public - why I'm not so sure. Maybe we're
just afraid of looking ridiculous...

               So.... how to heal this SPLIT. How
to make ourselves whole?
                This rift between the flesh and the spirit.
                 This split between man and God

                Right this second my mind is blank
I don't have any answers.
                 But I think it's important to put
the question out to you people - is this important?
Or do we enjoy watching the torture so
many ministers and priests go through?
                 To be honest with you, I do enjoy
watching the drama these guys go through
over purity, sex and sin. You have to admit,
it is entertaining!
                   And we all have the same drama
inside us - to a certain extent. I mean. everyone
who has been brought up through this
particular regime of Christianity - we all have
this basic drama.

                  When we  revive the original nature
of the Eucharist, I am certain
we will find this whole display I am discussing -
we'll find it incredibly silly.
                   I refer you to Robert Graves' book,
"What the centaurs ate. Or the introduction to
his two volume set: "The Greek Myths" . Or
best of all - read the Endnotes.
                    Also, read John Marco Allegro's
essays on early Christian religion.
                     When the priest or the Christ
said: "Eat this - this is my body.  Drink this,
this is my blood," he wasn't talking about
a tasteless wafer, or empty wine!

                     The churches know this. And the
Catholic Church definitely knows this - with
all the ancient sacred texts it still holds and
represses in the vaults of the extensive library
of the Vatican.
                     The sacred mushroom was
an essential part of the Eucharist from the beginning.
That was the bread - that is the body of Christ,
this is what helps us to attain Christ Consciousness.
                      Everybody knows this!  All
the priests, yet they deny and deny. Why?
                       Why?
                        The issue is control - population
control, and financial control.         
                                               The issue is also political control

            We've been hoodwinked! The problem
isn't really flesh vs spirit... The issue is:

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE EUCHARIST?

           Are we not adults? Are we not allowed
an adult Eucharist?
            No, the priests prefer to treat us
as children. They are the father and the flock
is his children.
             Well, you have seen what priests
in the past have done to children. They've
done it to us, too! We've been screwed!

              There is a force on this Earth
that does not want us to be fully
conscious!
                Fully conscious beings -
they are the worst consumers!  Why is
this? Conscious beings... and by this I mean
right now, those of us who partake of
Christ Consciousness... there is very little
we need to buy.
                 We are already one with the
Universe and the Father who is creating it.
How can we ever be deceived?

              

             











            The Catholics don't put on any such
displays. They've got it down. They are
organized.... They merely move their
peodofile (sp)  priests into another parish.
                       

            The old churchman, Origen, had a
solution: he cut his testicles off. 
                       I was in the process of doing the same
thing, but lucky for me, my wife intervened.
And today I'm glad she did.

           There's no point in pretending this
isn't a problem. This IS A PROBLEM - this
apparent SPIRIT versus FLESH split.

            I thought it was MY problem.
            I lived too much of my life alone,
and hence I thought I was weirder than I was.
I thought putting a rope around my testicles 
 was way out there...too eccentric...
too aberrant to discuss.
           Now, having done extensive research,
I realize I'm not alone. I'm not the only
weirdo on the block, and I thank God for
that!
           
             I have a tendency towards mania,
which I sometimes quite enjoy... if I don't
spend every penny I have.
              My manic/depressive nature
is also a sickness I share with many others.
               I told my friend Allen I was a
manic-depressive, he said: 

THE WHOLE WORLD IS MANIC DEPRESSIVE

This isn't  true, but there is some
truth in it. We all have these tendencies.

He said;  "Not everybody climbs church
towers, the way you do. Not everybody
howls and gets all the dogs
going at 3:00 A.M. Most people are just
smarter than you are this way... they are
not showmen.... and they know how to
keep their odd traits quiet."

              Or my friends Peter and Cathy...
When Cathy read one of my short stories
dealing with a sadomasochistic situation.
She said:

WE ALL FEEL THESE THINGS, IT'S JUST
WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM.

             
            Well, O.K., this is more like it.
I want to say I am very thankful.I am
not all alone.  I am not the only strange
duck. The whole flock knows strangeness.

            I started a blog, THE WHIP AND THE CROSS.
It shares articles sometimes with this blog.
But the name, "THE WHIP AND THE CROSS"
started out as a joke about Sunday morning
preachers who abase themselves
on Friday nights.
             It's really not that funny a situation,
but I am determined to laugh about it -
rather than just feel horrendous guilt and
shame.

             We have a SPLIT down the centre
 of our psyches between the FLESH AND 
AND THE SPIRIT
              This has to be dealt with
psychologically. We have to get to
the bottom of the story. I know the sobbing
confessions of preachers on T.V. are
kind of fun.
              Nevertheless we ought to take a
few steps towards resolving the madness.

              Rather than quote whole
Gospels from the Nag Hammadi Library -
the Christian Library dug out of the sands
of Egypt 68 years ago,
I'll quote shorter passages...
               All the passages I quote
will be from what was written on the
top of that cliff, that place I
consider to be holy - Temple's Gate,
that  Place of Power, that place
where the Lord of Hosts
speaks.

         I tend to type up the text
exactly as I wrote it down originally.
I was in a higher state then, so
I don't want to do much editing now.


The text itself:

        Jesus said: "The Kingdom of the
Father is spread upon the earth
and men do not see it."
         "There is nothing that shall
not be revealed and there is nothing
covered that shall remain without
being uncovered. "

          "The wise man throws his line into
the sea, and out of many fish, keeps
One only."
           "See Him who was not born of
woman; prostrate yourself upon 
your face and adore Him;He is your
Father."

          "You shall stand as a single One
with all my other disciples, and with Me.
For he who attains to Me shall know
Eternity.



      INSERT TEXT

REALIZATION IN THE EAST, ASYLUM IN THE WEST: AN ASIDE

 An Aside:
_________
Note: The following is an aside or a further
         introduction
         which is not part of any gospel.    

                     I won't pretend to know what was
meant by that utterance. I have some
ideas,but I'll re-think and share
them later.
           All I can think of now is -
there is a total ego death
when Realization comes to a person.
In that sense, a person's particular
ego is annihilated when he comes
to realize the ground of his being,
which is Christ.... (if you think in Christian
terms).
             If you are Buddhist and you
realize your ultimate identity, and
you say, "Finally it has happened to
me, after years of trying ...
I have come to satori.... I realize
what I am... I am part of the one
suchness... I am Buddha, and I have
always been Buddha:  "Between
heaven and earth, I alone am!"
                If you say such things
in the East, people congratulate
you.... They say, finally you have
got it. Your life will not be so
constrained anymore....
               In the West, our western
culture, if you say: "I know my
ultimate Identity! I have Realized.
I am Christ! They're going to put
you in the booby hatch - by that I mean,
put you in an asylum.
               I've been there. I know.
But not for quite the same reason.

               The fact of the matter is,
however, that when you have read
the Gospel of Thomas, the Gospel of
Philip, and the Gospel of Truth....
you'll see - the earliest form of the
two religions are not that different.
        When you hear Christ state:
"I shall be as he is, and he shall be me,
and the hidden things will
be revealed to him..." (Gospel of Thomas)
   You'll see there's a basic similarity.... 
And that is not so surprising.  Buddhist
monks were in the middle east, when Jesus
Christ (or the Essene "Teacher of Righteousness")
was teaching. He was aware of Buddhist principles.

        There may be many paths to the top of the
mountain, but there is only
one Truth, when you get there.
          There is only One Ultimate Consciousness
on this our earth, probably only one in the
Universe itself, and that is the mind of
the mortal being who Realizes Mind and becomes
a beautiful reflection, a mirror image
of the Mind of the One Who Is Creating Us...
and then you have stepped into the mirrored
Bridal Chamber... and that is joy, bliss,
heaven ----  because you are one with God.

         Meister Eckhart: "The eye with which
you see God is the same eye with which God sees
you. It is a situation of reflection,
a  knowledge of total acceptance
and love in your Home, which is the ground
of your Being, your new Identity."
           Ultimate Realization is a change of identity!

             OK, these things must be experienced; they
cannot be explained.  And you sound like
a fool and an idiot, as soon as you
attempt explanation.
             One tries to share and show generosity,
but every true Teacher knows, when you attempt
to explain, you just appear idiotic, and you
lead someone else into misconception...


              So I must stop talking. Let's get
back to the words of Jesus Christ, as expressed
by the Gospel of Thomas, but changed and
re-written somewhat at Temple's Gate.
       

           
       

WAS I WRITING THE NEW TESTAMENT? WHAT WAS WRITTEN ON THE CLIFF-TOP.....WORDS FROM TEMPLE'S GATE

PART 3

The text itself:


         Jesus said:   "Now I must leave you for a while.
                            A little while and you shall not
                            see Me: and again, a little while, and you
                            shall see Me, because I go to the Father."

Jesus said: "Remember this parable I teach.
 There was a rich man who had much money.
He said, "I will use my money that I might 
sow and reap and plant  and fill my storehouses
with fruit, so that I lack nothing." This
was what he thought in his heart.
And that night he died. If you have ears,
hear Me."

The poet said: "I have been wealthy."
Jesus said: "But you know not yet true
Wealth, which is what you seek. True
Wealth you shall find in the midst
of poverty, and you will marvel
at its Beauty, this Gem cast in mud
and sleep."
           "I took my stand in the midst of
the world and in flesh I appeared to men;
I found them all drunk, I found none
among them athirst. And my soul was
afflicted for the sons of men, because
they are blind in their heart and do not
see that empty they have come into
the world and that empty they seek
to go out of the world again. But now
they are drunk. When they have
shaken off their wine, then will they
repent."

        "If the flesh has come into existence
because of the spirit, it is a marvel;
but if the spirit has come into existence
because of the body, it is a marvel
of marvels. But I marvel at how this great
wealth has made its home in this
poverty."

The poet said: "Friend, in this darkness,
this dark night with the lashing wind I
sense many presences unseen that seem
to threaten me. What will I do when night
comes again, and I am without You?"

Jesus said: "Take no thought from morning
until evening and from evening until morning
about what you shall do. Sufficient unto the
day is the evil thereof, and no worse evils
will beset you another night than tonight already
have come to you. You are a strong man; you
threw your body into the ashes so that you
could conquer fear. Now if you would 
also die in your mind,
lend Me an ear."
           
"Many times have you desired
to hear these words which I say to
you, and you have no other from
whom to hear them. There will be 
days when you seek Me and you will
 not find Me. But once you behold
the Son of the Living One, you shall
not fear."

         "If you become as a child you
shall know the Kingdom, you shall
become higher than John who was
of a woman born. But you shall be
a child of the True One, twice-born;
born anew to see a new Day, and new
Heaven and Earth arising within you.
Father Abraham saw my Day and was
glad. But verily, verily I say unto
you, before Abraham was, I am."              

        "Drink the waters of the fountain
  I have dug, and you shall be as I am
And being what I am, I shall breath
into you new Breath. I shall be your
Comforter; I will not leave you
comfortless. You shall know Me
through My Word, and you shall not
taste death."

                 This is the promise that I give
to men: that each shall reap as he sows;
evil fruit from evil seeds; greatness
from holiness; sorrow from greed;
do not lie and do what your soul hates;
for you must eat what you have grown
on your own plate; only you shall know
what to leave and what to take; be
your own guide."

        "Yet I am always with you, nearer
than you think; and when you replace
an Eye for an eye, not in vengeance,
and not in pride, then you may see Me
as I always am, throughout unending
days and nights, I reach to you My
hand; I offer you My Sight."

        "If those who lead you say that
the Kingdom is in the heaven of the sky,
then the birds of the heaven will precede
you. If they say to you: "It is in the sea,
then the fish will precede you. But the
Kindom is within you and it is without
you. If you know yourself, then you will
be known and you will know that you are
the sons of the Living Father. But if you
do not know yourself, then you are in
poverty and you are poverty."

         "The Kingdom will not come by
expectation; they will not say 'see here,
or "see there". But the Kingdom of the
Father is spread upon the earth and
men do not see it."