Chapter 2
I, Aph, Son of Jehovih, high dwelling in the etherean worlds, and much trained in the change and tumult of corporeal worlds, answered Jehovih, saying:
Father of Worlds; Jehovih, Almighty! Your Son and servant has heard Your voice. Behold, my head is bowed, my knee bent to rush forth with the force of a billion, to the suffering earth and hada.
Hear me, O angels of the earth’s heaven; from Jehovih’s everlasting kingdoms I speak, and by His Power reveal! || Again His Voice coursed the high heavens along where angels dwell, older than the earth. Jehovih said:
Hear Me, O Chieftains, of Or, and of Oat, and in the plains of Gibrathatova. Proclaim My word to your hosts of swift messengers from Wauk’awauk, Beliathon and Dor, and they shall speed it abroad in the a’ji’an mounds of Mentabraw and Rax of Gowh.
Hear My voice, O Goddesses of Ho’etaivi and of Vaivi’yoni’rom in the etherean arcs of Fas and Leigge, and Omaza. Proclaim My decrees of the red star and her heavens; in the crash of her rebellious sides, I will harvest in the forests of Seth and Raim.
Hear My voice, O H’monkensoughts, of millions of years’ standing, and managers of corporeal worlds! I have proclaimed the uz and hiss of the red star in her pride and glory. Send word abroad in the highway of Plumf’goe to the great high Gods, Miantaf in the etherean vortices of Bain, and to Rome, Nesh’outoza and Du’ji.
Hear Me, O you Orian Kings and Queens of billions of Gods and Goddesses: I have spoken in the c’vork’um of the great serpent of the sun! A wave of My breath speeds forth in the broad firmament. The red star flies toward the point of My sharpened sword.
Proclaim My voice in the Orian fields of Amal and Wawa; let the clear-tongued Shepherds of Zouias, Berk, Gaub, and Domfariana, fly with all speed in the road of Axyaya, where the red star’s vortex first gathered up its nebulae, millions of years ago, and on the way, say: Jehovih has decreed a pruning-knife to a traveling world.
Shout it abroad in the crystal heavens of the summering Lords of Wok, Ghi, M’goe, and Ut’taw; call them to the red star speeding forth. Lo, she skips like a lamb to be shorn; her coming shock lies slumbering low. Let them carry the sound of My voice to the ji’ay’an swamps of exploded worlds, boiling in the roar of elements, where wise angels and Gods explore to find the mystery of My handiwork.
Tell them I have spoken, the earth and her heavens draw near the troughs, in the etherean seas of My rich-yielding worlds. I will scoop her up like a toy, and her vortex shall close about like a serpent hungry for its prey. Proclaim it in Thessa, Kau, and Tin’wak’wak, and send them to Gitchefom of Januk and Dun.
Hear Me, O Kriss’helmatsholdak, who have witnessed the creation of many worlds and their going out. Open your gardens and your mansions; the seine of My fishing-pole is stretched; countless millions of druj and fetals will fall into My net. My voice has gone forth in Chem’gow, Loo and Abroth, Huitavi, and Kuts of Mas in the wide etherean fields of Rod’owkski.
Haleb has heard Me; Borg, Hom, Zi and Luth, of the Orian homestead, and Chor, where the central tones of music emanate, from Goddesses older than the corporeal worlds. To them the crash of worlds is like a note created, and is rich in stirring the memory with things long past.
I have spoken, and My breath is a floating world; My speech is written in the lines where countless millions of suns and stars travel, and in the midst of the etherean firmament of the homes of Gods. Let them shout to the ends of the universe; invite them, in My name, to the hi’dan of Mauk’beiang’jow.
Send swift messengers to the regions around the location of the great serpent, with the words of My decree; bring the Lords and Gods of Wan, Anah, Anakaron, and Sith.
Call up Ghad, Adonya, Etisyai, Onesyi, and the hosts of the upraised, for the pastime of Jehovih’s sons and daughters in the high heavens, draws near.