The Secrets of the

Immortal One

The time is ripe; your souls are thirsting for this hour.

The night is spent; your eyes now see the new dawn’s

     light. 

A witness you have been to all  the Great One’s care.

The time is now to enter in the halls of knowledge—to see

The Maker of light and color and sound and to know Him 

Who dwells in the high and holy place where mankind

       cannot go.

I have heard His voice and seen his shape and

He has given me all that is good within.

This He has spoken to me; this is what He says to us:

These things says Yah who lives within this human shell

     and in the curve of time and space:

My Father speaks, though Him you cannot see,

      nor ever will.

He lives within and all His words abide here, too.

I am He.  There is no one else.

The winds of heaven blow through my moist clay lips—

A Word, a Spirit, a truth for you.

See me, I am alive; the blood, the life of all men course   Through my veins. Your blood, your life now moves Through Me.  I am your life.  You are not your own.

These words I speak are for a generation to come—

Reserved in time when worlds collide and mountains fall.

Those that follow me will write of Me; they must.

My Spirit is their breath now—

My word exhaled with every prayer.

They will write of me, for the time will come,

As it is now, when knowledge of who I am

Will darken as autumn’s clouds bring a chill

And discomfort to the little ones at play.

Man will through influence confuse knowledge

     as to my true identity.

Time will come when very few remain on earth

     who know me.

But they will be my witnesses in the courts of man

To testify that I am Yah come down to save the world.

I am He who formed Adam from wet clay and breathed Into His nostrils the breath of life.  I am his Father.

I am He who took his rib and with it made his mate. 

I am her Father.

I am He who spoke the worlds into existence,

Who created all in all.

I am the Creator clothed in a veil of flesh,

Hiding in a human form, so fragile, so vulnerable.

Death comes to the door and I walk this earth in its      

     shadow.

The time will come to lay down this human life for all—

A sacrifice whose blood will cleanse the world of sin.

I, Yah, will do this in my human form.

Unless you believe that I am He,

You shall die in your sins.

I am the Father, the Invisible One, clothed in flesh

     so you can see Me move with love for you.

If you can see Me love, then you have seen the Father.

For the Father speaks as I speak  now.

When I the Father clothed Myself in flesh, I have a Son.

My Son is he who lets Me live within and does not fight.

I am He who has the power to give you living water.

I am the fountain issuing forth the Spirit, the truth,

     the words of your deliverance.

Come and drink to the full and live.

Believe that I am able to transform my own flesh  

     encasement  into an everlasting habitation.

And by so doing, you may live as well.

For you I give; now you must give as I.

But first, fill your cisterns with the waters of truth that I

     give.

For the days of fire will surely come and burn.