There was no beginning, only light. The Godhead was pure, but the Godhead is a suspension, not a solution, and the constituent parts became unruly as it cooled. Precipitated from God, first were his children, then the archangels, then the angels. All would be well, but God’s realm is free in it’s will.
God is omniscient, God is omnipresent, God is omnipotent.
God is omniscient, God is omnipresent, God is omnipotent.
God is omniscient, God is omnipresent, God is omnipotent.
God is omniscient, God is omnipresent, God is omnipotent.
God knows what comes next. God, in his infinitude of mind and soul, God in his heavenly body, God bore children so that those children could beget the world, and more importantly, so that their children could bear it.
God.
God is good.
God is good.
God is only good.
God is without form.
God is love in the highest
Glory to God
God is two
God is one
God is two
God is one
obsecro tibi Deo!
obsecro tibi Deae!
amo te Deum!
amo te Deam!
Deum amamus…
Deam amamus.
Deum, Dea vos amamus!
Nomen tuum Monas est.
Their children –
Their children are fallen,
In a manner unlike us,
They are with form,
They are not material
They are numbered, four
They are numbered only four
One divine son, one divine daughter of the four: love as deep as their mother’s for them. Cora and Ardor. In deep love, they begot the Universe, Matter. The elder two children, the elders: Sophia and Caespes, once lovers too, now estranged. Out of estrangement: Time, the Void. And so, Material came to be. And out of Material, in the spirit and image of the Children – for this world could not be without the essence of the God that begot it: Man and Woman; Woman and Man. Souls of brilliant, incomprehensible value, bursting with brilliance and love from their first day. Days pass, and woe befalls. Pain comes, and with Pain, Sin. For Adam and Eve, verily it twas the Tree, the Fruit, the Fruit of Sophia. Verily, in these distant days it is Caespes who searingly touches our heart. He is divine, but life is not about purity, and impure is Estrangement. We fall. We thank God, and we rise up again. We are no different from the people of Sodom and Gomorrah, except we rise up to God, we acknowledge we are Sod, we thank him for Life, we apologize, and we seek out his love.
Out of love,
Out of pain,
In God’s will,
and the Child’s folly,
All that we know.
Ex amore, ex amore,
Ex dolore, ex dolore,
Ex amore, ex amore,
Ex dolore, ex dolore.
Tu oras!
Ego oro!
Amor! Gratias Deae!
Dolor! Gratias Deo!
Love is God’s lot for us. It is only fair that we love him in return. Raise your head to the heavens and pray this song, remember these words, oh Sod! A prayer for all eternity, for love, for life, for God, for fortune, for austerity, for grace, for food, for a Mother, for a Father, for a Lover, for a Brother, for a Sister. Love God, oh Sod! Remember, your soul is humanity’s story. You must pass it on, your praying breath eternally altering the world with each syllable. Oh, SOD! Life is a gift, the void is the Inferno, and you are a sinner, oh Sod, but you are redeemed by the acts of your soul, you are a child of God and your soul is the spiritual Son. Christ, the soul, the man, redeemer, the teacher, the God – in you. Heed these words oh Sod, this is your prayer:
IN NOMEN CAELORUM
IN NOMEN PATRIS MATRISQUE
ID NOMEN MONADIS EST
ORO PRO COMPLEXU MATRIS
ET AMORE SUO
ORO PRO VEXILLO PATRIS
ET VERBO SUO
ORO PRO AFFECTIBUS MEIS
ORO PRO SALVATIONE AB HOSTIBUS IPSISQUE
OBSECRO ANGELI DEIQUE
EX DOLORE
ORO PRO AMORE
ORO UT PACE MUNDI SIT
ET PACE VITAE ET FAMILIAE
ORO PRO VENIA
ORO PRO VENIA
ORO PRO VENIA, MONA
DOMINE, SODALIS TUUS SUM
ET ORO PRO AMORE ET VENIA OMNIBUS, MONA
In the name of the Heavens
In the name of the Father and Mother
That is the name of Monas
I pray for the Mother’s embrace
And her love
I pray for the Father’s banner
And his word
I pray for loved ones
I pray for the salvation from foes and for themselves
I pray for the angels and the gods
Out of pain,
I pray for love
I pray for forgiveness
I pray for forgiveness
Monas, I pray for forgiveness
Lord, I am a Sod
And I pray for love
You shall find that all prayer is worthwhile. This prayer, however, is always exceptional. Remember Sod, that your mission is God’s mission. With this prayer, and others, you shall bring eudaimonia to the world. Yet you will suffer your gracious life in God’s name. Let God be your strength, your defense, and your grace. Cut down the bull, dine with the Sun, defy demiurgy by living your life as God has. Life is sacred, it is a gift. Though when you find God: all will be sacred, all will be a gift.