The Lore Of The Dying

THE LORE OF THE DYING Towards the Wilderness He went, in search of the Philosopher’s Stone. Endowed with nothing else but faith the Redemption Power of God, He went. Over high mountains and across stormy seas He went. Giving off Himself to Whomever He met along the Way, whether friend or foe. Through tornadoes and over volcanoes He persisted. Thieves and Villains took off Him without Asking. Still He persisted, to the End of all things. Across the parting Threshold, and to the World of the Dead He went. Beasts and Demons captured Him and made Him their Slave. They persecuted and ripped Him apart until there was Nothing more in Him. Like the Damned He lived, sleeping with pigs. Like an Animal, He lived off His Capture’s left-over. In much pain and anguish, He called up to His Creator: “My God, why have you forsaken Me?” In the Midst of His Darkness, His God remembered Him: “Behold, I Am Who I Am” In that Moment, in that Hour, He found the Philosopher’s Stone. “Sit here on my right, while I put all your enemies under your feet.” By Yourself