The Spirit of Knowledge

As I rest to sleep on the eternal cloud, these shades of ghostly came to me. Are you he whom earth name was taken. Are you he the seeker of souls. And I watched as these ghostly shades fly around my eternal bed, I answer I be he. Than I said, oh wondering souls what would you have me to write. And the souls said, we remember Yeshua saying, thou art my mother and my sister. And we were sent to tell you this great secret. Than I said, Yeshua be truth let it be spoken. Than the spirits begin to say these things. Let those who have full knowledge do the work. My eternal female for she found me in the virtue of good and evil. For she struggle to make herself naked without fear or shame. And with her fire shield she grace man. Which in itself is dark? We were found ignorant before the eternal man. Who labor was but a day. From our mother womb we run haste to do evil. We were instructed to cast away the shadow of the moon. And in doing so we mat our sweet savior in the grave. Truly Satan do not know the virgin one. But made his beauty his lamentation. Oh eternal writer – write this that man shall know it. Sand is like a smile on a baby face, and it cry is like music in the air. And all those that go into the grave desire it. Satan is the mistress that secretly greets you. And he secretly steals the virgin in you. Babylon knew this but still may Satan her master. For when the true master came she knew him not. Those are the void, the nights, the depth that the stars created. For man was the last things made. And sorry were the daughters of the first female. For they knew man shorting coming. But was still told to be man wives. Poor eternal heaven rock against the universal. And all which were in heaven weep with sorrow. The seven ages was given one hour. This is why the Yeshua said, your life is but a day, and you pain is but an hour. For it is the eyes that move the spirit to save the soul. For the eyes see more than you know. Twenty-five cubits on flat earth is man given? And when it is all used up than is man judged. And when those souls finish speaking they were gone. And I stopped writing and laid my pen down.