SAVE me, save me, Immortal,

from the Enemy’s hand;

let no evil-doing defeat me

or Pharaoh torment me;

let me not be his captive,

Christ, your Opponent’s;

let him not wound me and drag me

To hardhearted Babylon.

 

I would live forever in your temple,

Singing your praises,

Safe from the showers of Sodom,

From the flames on the head,

all evil dispelled by the shadow

of your powerful hand.

 

                           —st. Gregory of Nazianzus

 

 

 

I am a Voice speaking softly. I exist from the first. I dwell within the Silence that surrounds every one of them. And it is the hidden Voice that dwells within my, within the incomprehensible, immeasurable Thought, within the immeasurable Silence.

I descended to the midst of the underworld, and I shone down upon the darkness. It is I who poured forth the water. It is I who am hidden within radiant waters. I am the one who gradually put forth the All by my Thought. It is I who am laden with the Voice. It is through me that Gnosis comes forth. I dwell in the ineffable and unknowable ones. I am perception and knowledge, uttering a Voice by means of thought. I am the real Voice. I cry out in everyone, and they recognize it (the voice), since a seed indwells them. I am the Thought of the Father, and through me proceeded the Voice, that is, the knowledge of the everlasting things. I exist as Thought for the All — being joined to the unknowable and incomprehensible Thought — I revealed myself — yes, I — among all those who recognize me. For it is I who am joined with everyone by virtue of the hidden Thought and an exalted <Voice>, even a Voice from the invisible Thought. And it is immeasurable, since it dwells in the Immeasurable One. It is a mystery; it is unrestrainable by the Incomprehensible One. It is invisible to all those who are visible in the All. It is a Light dwelling in Light.

It is we also who alone have separated from the visible world, since we are saved by the hidden wisdom, by means of the ineffable, immeasurable Voice. And he who is hidden within us pays the tributes of his fruit to the Water of Life.

 

                                       Trimorphic Protennoia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Gregory_of_Nazianzus

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trimorphic_Protennoia

 

 

 

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