Prophet Mani and the Nazorean
“Oh you, so-called Prophet Mani, preacher of division, answer this simple question without strife?"
“What is your question which your soul wants to hear to see the unity of all life.”
“Your God, is he good or evil? Let me hear your confession.”
“He is the bright and radiant judge of the universe. This is my eternal expression.”
“Oh Mani. A judge commits much void and darkness. He imprisons mankind, punishes men no matter their kind, and even has the sword to decide who lives or rots? How foul and empty is you god!”
“A proper judge is not foul or dark, but rather fights against foulness and darkness, and shines light to grow life. He imprisons rodents that cause disease, punishes the rotten kind of humanity so that they may grow into fruits of many colours. This is the righteous and radiant rod.”
“I see…”
“The light is not cheerful of his children suffering from the weapons of pain, but would cry even more so for the dark that would flourish without them. In this aeon, these are mankind’s tools for limiting the weeds, however flawed the use of these tools are. Same with the prisons across the sea.”
“But what of his soul? Is there a division and ignorance as its blood?”
A proper and righteous judge has a bright soul, though may be blind from other tools in his farm by the night shielding the Sun’s light. This does not mean he is not radiant, but rather means his farm is in darkness. And the righteous judge protects the good crops to the best of his ability, and awards the good animals for their work while wearing his humble hood.”
"I am eating the food of your words and tasting the sweetness. But what has this got to do with the god of mightiness?”
"Keep in mind the actions of a righteous judge of this Earth… Now consider how kinder and mightier a judge the radiant Sun is, who alone is perfect in his greatness."
“I am seeing the sun breaking through the clouds of my mind.”
“He needs no tools of pain. His light is his tool. At the end, he will award the righteous with light and abundance. The light you shall find.”
“What will happen to those who shelter away into the farm’s night whom the devil will bind?”
“For the sightless wicked, who chose darkness and its hungry wolf, and rejected the sun’s light when freely given to them… They have made their own choice according to their own will and might.”
“Is this your God of might?”
“This is my God of Light. This the Father of Greatness.”
“This is now my God of greatness and mightiness!”
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2022
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