The Lord is a God of exceptions, exemptions. He is served by Mercury, who also releases from the bondage of debt, as if foreshadowing Christs later fellowship with the thieves in Crucifixion. Scriptures reveal that inspiration breaks laws set by inspiration. That the Lord’s ways have sense, have heart. But as the Lord has let us become seedlings, pilgrims tested and expanded by the trial of tears, he has vowed to stand back, to honor his gift, to let us flounder in our own causality.
But he is not a stickler for the rules, in fact His interest is in our Karma, the Tally of delusions we must live out, the bends, knots, rifts, colonizations or traumas of the soul, the unforgiven.
The Lord in His Heroic personage was not content to watch the slow process of karma unfold, and bonded with us in death, and restores the balance of the worlds through us, through his Siblinghood of Saints, the angelic heirarchies and friends without flesh.
He’s doing that unexpected thing, that magical thing, that secret quaff, that unexpected friend, that wonder of being. He’s turning lead into God, toil into forgiveness, war into peace, famine into plenty, and death into life. He’s bringing the spirit into things, the mojo. He puts the pop in your walk, the smile in your slide. “My Yoke is gentle” he says.
The one who makes you ashamed and fall to sin, that is not the Lord, but one of the pseudolords. There is no real ruler of the pseudo lords, no real Satan. Satan’s head is a squabble, a polycacaphony.
“The law is made for anthropol, not antropos for the law” H
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