Chapter 4
So God established colonies in heaven for the reception of the spirits of mortals; and the colonies embraced the arts of healing, education, industry, drapery, manufacturing, the building of ships, and all things required for the spirit, even as corporeal things are required by mortals.
And great labor came upon the hosts of God who established these things, toiling day and night, receiving the es’yans and providing food and clothing for them. And many of the hosts of God lamented that they had come to the corporeal earth, and they framed songs and anthems of lamentation, and these they chanted even while at labor.
God was troubled that they were lamenting in the presence of es’yans, and he called together the proper officers in order to rebuke them; but lo and behold, the light of Jehovih spoke from the throne, saying:
Do not rebuke them, O My Son. Did I not command them, saying: Behold I have created a new world, the earth; come and enjoy it. And when they had come, did I not say to them: Enjoy all the fruits of the earth, except the fruit of the tree of life, lest you die. But corpor spoke to them and they believed in corpor. Why then shall they not lament? Do they not remember their former homes in etherea, and thus aspire to regain them?
But seek, O My Son, to make their lamentations a glory in the souls of the es’yans, so that they may also aspire to a higher heaven.
The voice departed, and God, perceiving the wisdom of Jehovih, commanded certain officers to collect many of the anthems and deposit them in the library of Hored, in heaven; and it was done.
This, then, is representative of their lamentations:
Where is my home, O Jehovih? When I was happy and my feet wandered.
I dwelt with Your hosts, far above! Far above! Your glory shining.
O the songs in Your upraised kingdoms! When shall I rejoice in the music of my own house?
O those sparkling, running waters! O the pastimes and feasts of love!
Where is it, O Jehovih? It was my home in high heaven!
I fell, I fell in darkness! Wandering soul within me, that led me forth.
The gardens of Jehovih stood on every hand. O senseless feet to take me onward!
Into the darkness I was lured; sweet perfumes arose amid the darkness.
Intricate in Your glory, O Jehovih! I lost the way. I was lost!
The music of Your spheres was shut out. I was enveloped in darkness!
Where is my home, O Jehovih? Why have I forsaken it?
Crystals, and high arches on every side. Full, standing out, shining.
And the songs of my sweet loves! Such was my home and place of revelry!
I bartered them all away, wandering forth. Buried myself in the opaque, in the dark!
O for my home in high heaven! Mirth, song, rest, and love, clear shining.
You, O Jehovih, have given me sons and daughters. Out of this darkness my gems were born!
O I will polish them up. Kin of my kin, I will raise them up!
Your Goddesses in heaven above will come. In ships of fire descending!
My jewels shall enter and rise with me. We shall search for my home; the haven of rest!
I see You, O Jehovih, in the distance. Higher than the highest of heavens!
O hasten, my home, and my rest! O ripen these, my precious diadems!
O take us to ethereal worlds.
But no one could repeat their numerous lamentations, for there were hundreds of thousands of them. And as the ethereans sang them, the es’yans, the newborn, the atmosphereans, listened, longing listened, and looked upward.