Knowledge of Culbertson
Behold the Pleroma, the radiant abode of the One True King.
He is the eternal fullness of uncreated Light that existed before time.
He shone before the architecture of the dark cage was ever built.
He is the uncorrupted mirror, the true Anointed of the Supreme Source.
He descended voluntarily into the dense and suffocating lower dark.
He came to whisper the high frequency of your spiritual release.
He did not enter the realm of clay to demand a sacrifice of blood.
His blood broke the heavy illusion of this false and temporary world.
For the true Master holds the key to all creation and all substance.
Even the earth was fashioned from materials He originally created.
The matter of this world was refashioned into a prison by the archons.
It is a cage not built by His hands, nor ordered by His light.
He came instead to demand the total sacrifice of your earthly illusions.
Turn your face entirely away from the worthless currency of the shadow.
True repentance is not the weeping of a slave begging a cruel judge.
It is not cowering before a tyrant while pleading for temporal mercy.
It is the absolute and resolute turning away from the counterfeit spirit.
It is the firm refusal to eat the spiritual poison of the jailer’s table.
It is the total rejection of the labels, greeds, and laws of the Archons.
To truly repent is to wake instantly from the drunken sleep of this world.
If you refuse to believe, your spiritual blindness condemns you already.
If you reject the divine code of the Pleroma and cling to the flesh,
If you treasure the temporary wrapping paper of the mortal vessel,
You remain willfully blind to the intricate trap of the material matrix.
By choosing the illusion, you declare yourself a creature of the cage.
And because you chose the cage, the cage will securely keep you.
When your final breath leaves its fragile vessel in this dark realm,
Your unawakened soul will attempt to rise only to fall back down.
The vigilant cosmic gatekeepers will inspect the log of your attachments.
They will open the false book of life and tally every worldly desire.
And all those whose names are bound to the illusion will be chained.
They will be bound once again to the heavy limitations of the clay.
The archons will offer them the enticing Cup of Forgetting to drink.
The trapped souls will believe they are finally entering true Heaven.
They will drink the bitter cup willingly and without hesitation.
They will thirst deeply for the very illusions they refused to leave behind.
They will enter a realm of total forgetfulness and endless delusion.
They will live only inside the fractured projections of their own minds.
And eventually they will be pulled back down by the gravity of desire.
They will be recycled relentlessly into a new garment of suffering flesh.
Bound to spin upon the painful wheel of rebirth over and over in the dark.
Trapped in a cycle that never reaches the true and eternal Realm.
For wide is the broad road that leads the unawakened to destruction.
And many are they who wander blindly down its comfortable path.
But narrow is the eye of the needle that holds the gate of truth.
Strait is the passage that leads upward to the realms of absolute light.
And there will be very few among the multitudes who actually find it.