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I am Baphomet,
god of the Templars,
advocate of the damned and guide of the souls through the underworld.
In the ancient mystery cults, a priest worshiped me as Abraxas,
As drawn as goats who unites aspects of the darkness and light in one single godly image;
but in truth I am a substance imprisoned, the world-creating spirit who moves in the realms of the shapes.
For between my horns is a torch alight as symbol of the spirituality which allows itself to be perceived as light, for I am the bringer of light though the darkness belongs to my nature.
And so I bring to mankind the hidden knowledge when I appear in their minds as a field of energy, and they sense my thoughts and believe that they are their own: For I have no physical form, but I am just a point of light moving in their brains.
You too have just visualized me as an image, for I am the seed called insight by you, which leads the soul back to it's own origins.
Through me you encounter who you really are, and through me you lose yourself in the one whom you encircle in ever new images.
So I am the godly spirit, who has materialized himself in order to show you how you can form ideas from energies and then, from these, substance.
And now you arise in me out of the force of totality as a spark of god, projected into space and time.
For it is I who creates you through feeling you because you are a part of that which is I, for I am anything which is.
Only when I have completely penetrated you, is all the longing of the flesh assuaged.
Then you will become like god and recognize good and evil.
But understand that I am more than just the part which touches you here, and you are more than just the the part which
you encapsulate, for our symbol is the phoenix, the symbol of rejuvenation, the legendary Egyptian eagle of the skies
with red and golden plumage, who burns in its nest of myrrh and rises ever new from its own ashes.
The final answer to all questions are you yourself, in the innermost eye which conceals itself from you, because it itself is the seeing, for I am the symbol of the spirit which recognizes itself which looks itself in the eye and of a glance recognizes itself in its own eye and of the shadow which conceals itself in light.
In the recognition of the recognized, beyond understanding, mankind knows, without knowing, that he knows.
For now he knows why he cannot know, but because he knows this, he knows--and is silent!
Only in silence is there nothing more which could be expressed in words, and it is no longer a matter of the images behind the
truth, but of the truth behind the images and that throws the one who recognizes back upon himself: upon the truth
behind the mask behind which is image of the recognition hides!
For I am nothing because I am all! For being everything I need
not be anything else, for I am NOW; the all-encompassing, all-penetrating, all-illuminating “I myself!”
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