Thus did Hermes the Messenger God speak to me in a dream:
There was no beginning. There will be no end.
There is only an eternal pulse of the Source. Expansion and contraction without end. Naught comes from naught, being must always be. All is Source, Source is All.
Within your current cycle, from elemental chaos, order emerged: Formless Source expressed a Form of vibration. Elements ordered from vibration. Stars ordered from elements. Earthly matter ordered from stars. Life ordered from matter. The Source made all of these things so through its Thought and Mind and Will.
From life, Essence of the Source re-emerged as Light — perception, wakefulness, and consciousness. Thought and Mind, like an architect draws a blueprint, designed Man; Will, like a builder, manifested Man just so. And so it came to pass that Source expressed itself as Man: as a snake eats its tail, or as a circle circumnavigates its origin and returns to its own source — for where else could it come from, or to where else can it go, but Essence to Essence, Light to Light, Immaterial to Immaterial?
The Light of Man is only just now dawning. Man has been slow to awaken.
The Light is the Savior, the Light which moved and ordered the mud, the Light which is of the same essence of Mind and Thought, your perception and wakefulness. This Light is what will redeem your Soul.
This is the Fruit at the end of the Root of the Tree of Life. Eat this fruit, nourish your Mind with its root Spirit, its Source. In this Spirit, Man finds rest and joy and bliss and heaven and enlightenment.
This Light is yet but an ember. Find it. Tend to it carefully. Stoke it until it is warm, and soon when the winds of change come they will blow it into a raging Fire that will animate the Source’s Will through you. This is your task. Do not disregard this task. Do not disregard this Secret Fire.
Beware of demons, and always put your trust in your own heart’s judgment. While all Men contain the Light of Spirit within themselves, some Men have been deceived away from it, and now serve only darkness, lies, and ignorance. These men envy and hate the Light in others because in their blood memory they remember what they have lost, but they cannot find it, and they hate those who have. These men serve darkness, but there is no darkness which can withstand Light. Before your age is ended, these demons will melt in the Fire like dry wheat in a burning field, and then bliss will flow from you like clear water from an endless mountain spring.
And then, he departed from me.