my son is me and i am my son.

he liveth from generation to generation with no blemish.

he is raised up in the ways of the wisdom of fire.


god, whom i was, whom i was with in the beginning, has used blemishes and unflattering pigmentation as a curse for those men whom he loves. one day the righteous will inherit bodies which are incorruptible and more beautiful than can be imagined with a mind of flesh.

he knows how to keep people separate and pure until the time comes to mix the righteous with the righteous.

he knows how to humble his chosen so that he will be pleased in their time of knowing that they have been chosen to live eternally.

and my son is white and beautiful throughout his generations, but he shall not inherit but fire and damnation... such is my commitment to you all upon the earth.