Chapter 3
I Apollo, Jehovih’s Son, proclaim an age when man on earth did not consider harmony, or symmetry, or music, as Gods!
And Jehovih’s voice came to me in the etherean firmament, and place of Pti’mus, saying:
Apollo, My Son, God of Suf’ad, God of Don’ga, God of Tah, behold the red star, the earth, she comes through your dominions. Go to her with a sufficient number of your hosts, and give her a new God, and call his name Apollo.
Behold, neither men nor angels on the red star comprehend the harmony of My works; and because of their own disharmony, they deny Me, being blind to My Person. Go, My Son, and make them idolaters of harmony, symmetry and music, for a long season, so they may become organically attuned from the time of their birth upward.
I said: I perceive Your wisdom, O Jehovih. And I called together a hundred million of Your sons and daughters, and told them what You had said. With one accord, they said: We have examined the red star since the time of Wan, and we perceive truly, the time has come for your labor, O Apollo.
I said: Send an oniy’yah to the heaven of the earth and deliver her God, Lords, and all persons capable of the second resurrection. And say to God and his Lords: Thus says Apollo, Son of Jehovih, and God of three etherean worlds: Greeting in the name of the Father, and love to you all. For your glorious work I have assigned seven Teres and Don’ga. There gather your hosts, where a place of rest and comfort is prepared for you. The earth and her heaven shall be left in darkness for thirty of her days, having neither God nor Lords.
So my legions departed for the earth in an etherean ship of fire, led by Tu’ain, Goddess of Proe’king, a place of great learning in the etherean mountains of Horatanad; and they delivered God and his hosts according to my decrees, and the earth was without a God and Lords for thirty days.
And the voice of Jehovih came to me again, saying: Hear your Creator, O My Son, you who sprang from the land long since submerged, who have spanned many of My worlds, behold, the legions of Sue and his mighty resurrections are still preserved to mortals and earth-bound angels: Of the Gods and Goddesses who danced and sang before men; and of the uneven match between spirits and Gods.
Profiting in this, the people of the red star have become rich in rites and ceremonies, and in preferring the swift-footed to the slow, the nimble to the clumsy; indeed, the loo’is have well laid out the road to your success. ||
So, I perceived beforehand how I should proceed when I landed in the lower heaven and her earth.
When the time came, I departed, still remembering my native star with well-treasured pride. And so that all things would express the labor Jehovih put upon me, my oniy’yah excelled in beauty all other etherean vessels that had ever descended to the earth.
How shall I comprehend Your magnitude, O Jehovih? What is the journey of a God before You? We build a ship for a hundred million, and are vain of its size and beauty; but when we launch out into Your etherean realms, we feel like hiding our faces in shame of our vanity. We sail through a thousand of Your crystal worlds and talk of great distances, but the mirror of Your boundless creation lies before us still. We recall the red star, our native home, a single gem amid the countless millions You have cast into the universe, and we are speechless because of Your Awe-Inspiring Extent.
Where have You not excelled Yourself, O Jehovih? In one moment, we perceive Your Vastness; in another, Your Microscopic Hand in the smallest ethe’ic wave, and in the spear of grass down on the swift corporeal stars. We applaud You for Your handiwork, and yet before our thoughts have gone over even the smallest part, You turn our eyes inward to the soul of things, an endless wonder.
How shall I comprehend Your designs, O Jehovih? You take me back to the time Your angels came and stood man upright, saying: Be a man; and, be a woman! But they would not.
Again and again, Your pitying hand stood them up, and Your voice came, saying: Talk, O man! Come, you shall help perfect yourself. But man was slow in perceiving wisdom; he loved that which came to his flesh.
I remember the earth, O Father! Men and women with long hair hanging down; and hands with claw nails, fierce and war-like. And hair in tufts and short-curled. Whose eyes were drawn down like a lion’s, and mouth wide and falling open, like a dog that is tired.
Therefore You have called me, O Jehovih; and I perceive Your double purpose: For man left alone would select and mate, and evolve to terrible war! And You store here an idol to unfit him for cruel deeds.
So, from Your etherean realms, where for fifty thousand years Your Gods and Goddesses had trained me to comprehend the discipline of Your created heavens, I came, descending, down to the red star, where You first quickened me into being, so that I could fulfill Your mandates.
Your hand took me up, Your hand sent me down; I had learned not to fear; the tree of faith had grown in me; I knew the secret of All Power. As a mortal goes into a dark cavern, where the air is damp and unacceptable to the nose, so came my hosts, O Jehovih, out of etherea into the vortex of the earth, into its dull atmosphere.
Your voice came to me, saying: Go around the earth with your oniy’yah, My Son. Stir up the atmosphereans, they who know no higher heaven. Behold, they have mutinied against My God and Lords; have rejected My proffered wisdom. Their delight is in war and the deeds of mortals. As men on earth gather around to witness beasts in battle, so likewise these countless millions of spirits gather to witness kingdoms of mortals at war, or on fire, or plundering. And by their presence, urge men to cruelty and cunning horrors.