A gnostic field guide to recitation and hear the voice of truth – the serginalian

We are not just the sum of the parts but the product of constant division and multiplication, constant negation of negative figures and calls for a denier. The parts we live with are who we are, and those we cannot live with are the turbines of our suffering. The most difficult decisions in life are difficult precisely because we are not limited, they are too divided to reconcile the desires of one part with those of another. We watch ourselves experience a phase shift every night as emotions as a separate part hold the pleasure and pain dial that governs all human behavior, then pulling heads to maintain the illusion of our togetherness, preventing all regions of our makeup from being us. “I contradict myself? Well I contradict myself, (I am big, I contain multitudes each,” that inside us lives a slave and a servant, this woman who is burned at the stake and beats the game).

Perhaps “God” is the way we name our one truth, with a collective voice so that he can argue, because something big and perfect holds what we cannot hold.

Sixteen centuries before Whitman, the Gnostics – those spiritual visionaries who saw the innocence of ancient Christianity separated from the ancient library found the two libraries together in 1945. A long poem of comparison and reconciliation “It seems that they were found in the worship of Isis centered in Christianity,” wrote the poet and stopped Buddha Hirshfield from making his translation of it Women in Praise of 43 Hundreds of 43 Poems for Women (public library).

“Thundering of the heart,” Adristist Kim spoken brings this Abacus immortality of the soul to the death of another, included Gnostic Gospel, Pitar, Pitar, Pitar, Pitars, Pitar, Pinals, P. Sheehy, and Chloe Goodchild:

https:/www.youtube.com/watch?v=xh–y3Acgoc

from the Popularity: complete logic
Translated by Jane Hirshfield

Sent with power,
I came
To those who think about me.
Look at me,
you who meditate,
And those who hear, hear.
Whoever is waiting for me,
I brought you in.
Don't call me
in your eyes,
or without your voice,
or our ears.
Look: Don't forget who I am.

Because I am the first, and the last
I am a respected, and feared,
I am the kingdom and the Saint.
I am a wife and a virgin.
I am a mother, a daughter,
and all parts of both.
I am barren with many sons.
I am his marriage is great
And I did not accept the husband.
I am a midwife and a child,
reduce my work.
I am the Bride and Groom
my husband is my father.
I am my father's mother,
my husband's sister;
My husband is my child.
My seed is my birth,
source of my strength,
What happened to me their desire.

I am silent on the incomprehensible
And a memory that will never be forgotten.
I am the voice that resonates everywhere
I am an expression that manifests itself in many ways.
I'm talking about my name.

Why, you who hate me, love me,
And do you hate those who love me?
You who speak the truth about me, lie,
And you who lied, now tell the truth.
You who do not know me, I did not know,
And you who didn't come with me, know.

Because I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am polite and brave.
I'm not shy, and I'm shy.
I am strong and scared.
I am war and I am peaceful.

Listen to me,
The one who has been hated everywhere
And the one who is loved everywhere.
I am the one they call life,
The one who calls death.
It is I who call the Law,
He who calls lawlessness.
I am the scattered one,
He has looked together.
I am not God, and I am
His God is good.
I'm the one you saw
And that's rude.
I am not educated,
And from me all people learn.
It was I who revealed you,
Yet when you think I'm hiding, I come out,
And wherever you show yourself,
There I will end.

Those who are close to me,
failed ignorance,
and those who are far from me know.
The day I got close to you,
That day you are far from me;
The day I'm away from you,
That day I came close.

I am joining and dissolving.
I'm the last one, and what's going on,
It's me,
and the one from whom they ascended.
I am condemnation and condemnation.
Mine, without sin,
The roots of sin grow from him.
I am a foreign desire,
and internal control.
I hear in everyone's ears,
I am speech that cannot be heard,
I am a mute who cannot speak,
good are the multitudes of my names.

I felt the softness,
And I read weakly.
I am the one who cries outside,
and I am thrown from the face of the earth.
I prepare bread with my mind inside.
I am called the truth.

She praises him and whispers to me.
You loser,

Judge before you are judged:
The judge and all judges are within you,
and the one who did it outside
he is the one who shaped you from the inside.

And what you see outside of yourself, you see inside.
It is visible and it is your dress.

Rejoice then, you who hear,
And you, the angels and those sent,
And you spirits have now risen from the dead.
I am the only one who exists,
No one will judge me.
Because there is a lot of fun
In loving life, with temporary happiness,
Finally comes the balance
and the people fled to their resting place.
They will find me,
And live, and die no more.

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