Evangelon

Mytheyma of Emere

I am Emere, the Upper Step, I speak to you. Speaking from one mouth, I put my words into many mouths. Speaking from many mouths, I speak to those who hear me. Those who hear me are numerous, but most of them hear only the echo of my voice. Even a word breaks from hitting a stone. The shatters weigh upon the bearer and injure his arms. Those who were stunned by someone else’s echo will never hear again even their own voice. The echo of my words echoes through empty halls. Many hear the echo, but few know the voice. My voice sounds only for one moment – but its echo sounds for many centuries. There is an emptiness between the walls of the mind, in which the echo of my words wanders, breaking into fragments, and time grinds them into dust. The dust of delusions hurts eyes, and tears that come down prevent them from seeing the world clearly. It’s easy to close your eyes – but darkness is more terrible than pain. When you close your eyes to avoid pain, you can no longer open them; there is no time to open them because it takes a moment to close them, but it takes your whole life to open them. I am heard when I speak. My words are carved on the wall of the mind, which stands for one human life. After the due date, the wall collapses; but what was carved on it has already been carved on other walls. Time even erases inscriptions carved in stone, and a half-erased inscription is read incorrectly, and it is carved on another wall, without understanding its meaning. There are no eternal inscriptions, and error is a sister of lies. I am the Overseer of the Inscribed. From the top, in which I belong, I descend to the bottom – because it should be so. I am a messenger, and I must descend from the top to the bottom, to ascend to the top again: my path is endless. I always descend alone and then rise with many. I carve inscriptions on the walls that are visible to many, and I speak from many mouths. The inscriptions wear off and become dust; words are echoed. I descend, again and again, renewing what was once inscribed and repeating what was once said to discipline minds. I save and return what was lost. Moisture goes to the sky, leaving the earth withered – but then it rains. Time follows the road of the sun, and after the occasional drought, it is time for fruit. I speak through the mouths of those who are necessary for my work. My words are not a reward to those through whose mouth I speak, but labor; they will be rewarded if they keep what I have given, for the reward for those who have kept is what they have preserved. The one who has not lost what was given to him is rewarded; the one who has learned more is twice rewarded; the one who sowed the seeds and saw the shoots is rewarded threefold: and there is no greater reward for one life. There is no great and no small: there is only the infinite, completed in a circle. The end and the beginning are one; and what is now, has always been. Eternity is time crashing on the shores, the water column, in which a drop is an ocean itself. What is born is dead, for in its essence it is transient in its short-term appearance. There is no beginning because it contains the end, and there is no end because it is the eternal beginning. You can’t ignite a fire that never goes out. There is no non-being – because the non-being does not define itself. Everything is something. In the form and properties of all that exists, death is only a change, the time of which is a moment equal to Eternity. The Great Essence poured out with light, and the first of the worlds began. The light flowed out as a hot ocean, and the second of the worlds began. The ocean turned firm, and the third world began. The three worlds are inseparable, for they are held together and thrust through by four pillars. The four pillars are the basis of the Universe, and the Great Essence has always been and will always be thrust through by them. Light returns to light after passing through darkness. Everything emanates from itself to pass through itself and return to itself. Nothing is done for darkness; and what was darkness becomes light. Nothing is distant. Everything can be touched – but only at the appropriate time. When seeing yourself, you will see the beginning of the path to Wisdom. Take yourself, and own what you have taken. You can see the sky: look at it. Even the sun can be in a hand of a person. The one who does not have himself will never reach the sun: he will break against the firmament. What is necessary is accomplished: it is the law. Darkness becomes light in the due moment. Everything happens in its own time. The mind accepts the word when it needs it and can keep it in itself. The comer comes in due time. The inscription is carved when the stone is strong. Everyone follows his path – because it is necessary. Waves hit the shore and the ocean devours the land. Each step takes place in its moment, and the end of the road accepts the feet of the one walking to his day. The raindrops merge – and the ocean is born. This is how it is accomplished.

Translated by Amradkhari