He comes from heaven, his “face flashed with fire and whose appearance was defiled with blood”. Nebro creates six angels in addition to the angel Saklas to be his assistants. These six in turn create another twelve angels “with each one receiving a portion in the heavens.”
The Gnostic myths describing these events are full of intricate nuances portraying the declination of aspects of the divine into human form; this process occurs through the agency of the Demiurge who, having stolen a portion of power from his mother, sets about a work of creation in unconscious imitation of the superior Pleromatic realm. Thus Sophia’s power becomes enclosed within the material forms of humanity, themselves entrapped within the material universe: the goal of Gnostic movements was typically the awakening of this spark, which permitted a return by the subject to the superior, non-material realities which were its primal source.
“Nobody home, I guess,” he stated aloud as usual, and was aware that the scanners had picked that up. But he had to take care always: he wasn’t supposed to know they were there. Like an actor before a movie camera, he decided, you act like the camera doesn’t exist or else you blow it. It’s all over.
And for this shit there are no take-two’s.”
“as soon as the writing appears backward”
I wrote a bunch. Then destroyed it. “destoried” it.
this thing I have. let me say this..
‘it runs in hosts’
convictions cause convicts.
The four bases found in DNA are adenine (abbreviated A), cytosine (C), guanine (G) and thymine (T).
Damage control is already finished. Your work is still cut out for you. It will take a while putting it all in one line.
P.S.: This is spiritual.. and you may not understand. This is not for the yellow ones, but every one is invited to learn. INTERNAL to YALDABAOTH only. ME. So relax my friends
He wondered what ‘not supposed to’ meant.
“What about over to Donna Hawthorne’s?” Hank said. “From all the information you’ve brought in and everyone else has, I know you’re close.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “We are.” And then he looked up and said, “How do you know that?”
Hank said, “By a process of elimination. I know who you ‘aren’t', and there aren’t an infinite number of suspects in this group–in fact, they’re a very small group. We thought they’d lead us up higher, and maybe Barris will. You and I have spent a lot of time rapping together. I pieced it together a long time ago. That you’re Arctor.”
“I’m who?” he said, staring at Hank the scramble suit facing him. “I’m Bob Arctor?” He could not believe it. It made no sense to him. It did not fit anything he had done on thought, it was grotesque.
“Never mind,” Hank said. “What’s Donna’s phone number?”
“She’s probably at work.” His voice tnembled.”The perfume stone. The number is–” He couldn’t keep his voice steady, and he couldn’t remember the number. The hell I am, he said to himself. I’m not Bob Arctor. But who am I? Maybe I’m–
“Get me Donna Hawthorne’s number at work,” Hank was saying rapidly into the phone. “Here,” he said, holding the phone toward Fred. “I’ll put you on the line. No, maybe I better not. I’ll tell her to pick you up–where? We’ll drive you there and drop you off; can’t meet her here. What’s a good place? Where do you usually meet her?”
“Take me to her place,” he said. “I know how to get in.”
“I’ll tell her you’re there and that you’re withdrawing. I’ll just say I know you and you asked me to call.”
“Far out,” Fred said, “I can dig it. Thanks, man.”
Hank nodded and began to redial, an outside number. It seemed to Fred that he dialed each digit more and more slowly and it went on forever, and he shut his eyes, breathing to himself and thinking, Wow. I’m really out of it.
You really are, he agreed. Spaced, wired, burned out and strung-out and fucked. Completely fucked. He felt like laughing.