Within us is the Seed of the Divine.
But this Seed will not grow unless it is Fed.
Knowledge is the Food of the Divine Seed.

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We have come together to share our Knowledge,
and to celebrate in Silence.

The Naassene Song

The law of cosmic genesis was the firstborn mind,
and after the firstborn came confused chaos.
The third place in this law fell to the soul
who was clad only in the shape of a red deer in a watery form,
and she is worn away in the slavery of death.

Sometimes she gains mastery and glimpses light,
or she plunges into evil misery and weeps.
Sometimes she is mourned and is happy,
or she weeps and is condemned.
Then she is judged and finally dies.
Sometimes she is misled down a labyrinth of evils,
trapped in a corner and with no way out.

Jesus said, Look, father, she is wandering the earth
and evil is trying to catch her.
She is wandering far from your breath.
She is trying to flee bitter chaos and knows no escape.

O father, send me to her.
I will descend carrying the seals.
I will wander through all the aeons and uncover all mysteries.
I will disclose the forms of the gods.
And I will teach the secrets of the holy way,
whose name is gnosis.