The Divine Family

The laws and rules of sense that operate in material existence are not the same that describe the Being of the Lord. Self and Other, Parent and Child, do not have the same distinction for the Lord.

The Lord has a Mother. The sweet and soothing sea hair of midnight, the sweet heart of all imaginings, the soft dreamings of all beginnings, these were the wishes of the Holy Mother whose love enlivened the Lord. (How does he have a Mother if he is the first being? Because he is the familial, per se. He – or She, or They, but never it – is Genesis, and Genesis is the familial, legacy. The Yod, He, Vau, He reflects this Father, Mother, Son, Daughter, and the continuum of the vine of life. Out of the Oneness of the Lord, and in reverberation with the Noneness of pure possibility, arises the Divine Family, which resembles a fractal, octaved, complex of holographic harp sequences. The Father and the Mother, and indeed everyone, is a node or structure of consciousness along the fractal of the Divine Vine. The Tetragrammaton, the name of God in the Bible that is never pronounced, means this Vine, the Vine of the Life Blood of Creation.

Perhaps that is why He goes out of His way to aid His own children. But it is foolish to conceive of the Lord having human-like thoughts. In fact it is likely impossible and he needs a room full of nested divine microscopes to grok the scope of a humans issues.

The thing is, we don’t make it easy for Him to help us. Because we too often are fragmented in our wants, and maintain lanes of commerce with the devils who feed our brain stems malware. Because he has given us a gift he would not, could not take back, there is no forcing the medicine down our throats. We are here growing in the garden of will. We are here to become little gods, representatives of the Lord, to become responsible within every chamber of our souls, unto Love, unto the Christ, and the seeing of I in you, and the friendship of the lion and the lamb. To become capable of bearing the power of creation. If you had the power… what would you create? What would your creation serve… after you got comfortable?

Only in becoming filled with the Christ, with Service and Agape, does the vibration of love become an armor around your chest, so the venemous whispers – called in the Middle East Waswas – cannot slip their needles of doubt into your breast. Nothing breaks Holy Magic like doubt. Holy Magic is the casting out of demons, speaking with the spirit siblings, the sisters and brothers of the Road of Christ, in the River of Saints. Holy magic is the Power of Faith which moves mountains. The Mountain moving is a secret of Christian siblinghood. This is the mystery. It is a mystery of magic. If you want to get to the mountain, in the dimension of Faith, the mountain moves for you. It is the mystery of pulling on the other side of space time with a magnet between your eyes.

The Lord is not to be thought of as one thing, a final level. He embodies of all strata, He is a God of octaves. From different rungs of the spiral things appear different, thus different ways appear in the world that lead to the Lord. But not all of them. Many are the ways that lead to the confusion of the satans, or the fruitless womb of Luciferian virtue. Most of the paths you find in the world, the advertised roads to salvation, are in fact roads to one of the pseudogods or archons. But more than one path leads to the Lord also, and every path is like a vine, and vines can die and leave behind curling skeletons, or they can flourish and bloom and yield forth. The Lord is the path of paths, the way of way, and the vine of vine, as He is the genetic intelligence per se, He is continuous through generations and in them, among them.