In the Emerald Tablets Of Thoth, the Master instructs we make love the beginning, the middle part and very completetion of any endeavor; to it's very end, letting love be the only object. Those who serve the Light with dignity and self respect are the very salt of this earth. Llewelyn is Bela, since the defamation of the name IOUEL, exchangung Iouel for evil; she one with the Virgin Spirit. As they pushed their demonic 66 book Bible, they sought to frighten humanity into obedience. But I have appeared now, with the Key Of Life and Fourteen Communions, for the enrichment of life and the gift of eternity. People wise enough to open and read all Christian Scripture, will find that California is the enclosure of mountains, west at the ends of the earth, with a Great Serpent Corpse, just east of it, the Garden Of God, from whence I now bear this Key. I will use the very stones of the rivers edge, to build this bridge to the Angels, by the Fourteen Communions, in my mouth, in my thoughts and in my actions. Herein lies the gift of life everlasting, to the Elect. And the Wisdom is unto all creatures.
Whoso cries blasphemy, refuses to acknowledge the glorious roots of their own Christian Heritage, worshiping powdered white statues of Jesus, dying and suffering, betrayed to a barrage of idolotrous lies, by the same slight of man upon the religious texts, the world over. These are the works of the angels, who have pridefully sought to find their way back to the height of heights with the ALL; him who is All in all. Their pride has undone the world, from world to world. We must emulate Christ in our deeds; so expect Father Adamas to wed Eve, who was always Bela, there was none before. The Father Of Nature, Paut Neteru is the father of all. There are those who seek to supercede the word by demonic spirits, but are not honest with themselves about the sufferings of the Anointed One, who bears the Key.
Perhaps in their need to suffer, they throw their lives away, having not the affirmation from the One, by the Scriptures. Why would I show them what only I can pen; with the white fire, I blaze across the bosom of the night sky, lit ever by the Angel Of The Sun, giving pure romance to fill the night of love. For me it was no trifle a matter, standing in the Valley Of Angels, seeming place of punishment, west at the ends of the earth. Thus I left, going north, obseving the mountains spanning along the edge of the garden and that Serpent, whom I will never forget; his bones span all the way through the Bearing Strait. The ensign to the nations of the world is certainly the Garden Of Life, where the plant of righteousness is seeded and grown forever and ever. Let the nations flow unto it; we will die no more, there will be no death.