Prologue

 

(reprinted with kind Permission from the Barbelo at

www.gnosticus.org) 

 

In the Beginning was the Word & the Word was Good.

Woe, Woe, Woe to the World of Envy & Sorrow &

Death.

Yea Verily, One hath Come to Restore Man to

Paradise Forevermore.

 

I

 

Now  it  Came  to  Pass  in  the  Twentieth  Year  in the Third

Month,  on  the Thirtieth Day of the Month, whereby I was in

the Trials  of  the  Lord,  of  Tribulation  &  Calamity,  with a

Stream  of Tears upon my Cheeks, the Heavens were Opened

before my Eyes &  an Angel Appeared upon a White Plate of

Clouds.  And  from  a  Pillar  in  the  Midst  of the Clouds the

Angel  Spoke  &  Said thus: "O Son of Man, Weep & Lament

no more, as Henceforth the Lord hath Revoked thy Burden &

Yoke  &  so hath  the  Lord  Spoken.  O  Son  of  Man, I have

come  to  Show  thee  the  Things  which  are  to  Pass  &  the

Things which have Passed & the Understanding thereof."

And  I  Spoke  &  Said  to  the  Angel in Reverence &

                           

           

                            continue

                          

 

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