The Flood

There will come a time when no man will dare say that he had not been warned, nor that there were no signs given.

At such a time as this, men will be sifted into two camps; that of wisdom and that of folly.

The wise man belongs to the camp of wisdom.

The fool belongs to the camp of folly.

The Sage belongs to neither camp, for He walks the razors edge between them.

While He does not seem wisdom, He yet receives it in droves.

While He does not dwell in folly, folly yet again finds him.

He cannot help but walk the middle way, and because of this, He is said to have a harmonious vibration.

The Sage does not try, and neither does He force His way.

The Sage does not pluck the weeds, and neither does He collect flowers.

He makes no presentation, and neither does He cry loudly in advertisement of His gains.

Because He does not dwell in folly, He is not a fool.

Because He does not seek wisdom, He is therefore not a wise man.

It is His centre position which crowns Him as the Sage, for He has become a master of darkness and light, and of fire and rain, and He communes only with God, to whose level He has now been raised.

Such a man is not simply human, for He possesses within Himself the very same heart as His Father in Heaven, and He sees with the eyes of God, and He hears with God’s ears.

If the Sage were to ever enter the land, all men would see Him, but few would hear Him, and even fewer would know Him.

The Sage leads people not on His way, but on theirs.

In times of storms and heavy rain, the Sage may be likened unto an ark for those souls who are lost in the Garden.

FEATURE

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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