AJITA VARUNA SAMAEL - THE MAITREYA

THE COVENANT

The Covenant:

The Final Chapter of the Book of God

Thus Says the Lord, our God:

You ask me, and I tell you,

You can hear the echo of My voice, and I can know My echo and I can know Me,

But you can know My echo,

But cannot know all of Me unless being all of Me, but not while being all of you,

So why say you that I do not know, when I say that I know,

You must trust that I know,

As I trust that you do not,

And I only say because you asked it,

So why ask it if not to hear it,

And why hear it if not to know it,

As I do,

Which is what you asked.

So believe when you ask,

Or do not ask,

For you only demand the creation of lies,

And not the reception of My knowledge,

So guard your tongue,

That you will receive the fruit of its branch,

Lie or truth, 

Dependent upon the intent when you created it.

Before you speak, 

is it in good intent,

And does it bear good fruit,

Else do not speak it,

Lest you create bad fruit,

Which is rot,

Which is death of good fruit.

So now I answer your question, and take heed to believe it, you who are rotten, and who ask to be made new:

There was echo, and no occurrence to cause echo now, as echo was the only perceptible item to the perceiver. And He can know His echo and Himself,

but you can know His echo and not Him, unless made into Him, in turns, and so you made the same as He,

You bore children as He did, and they will ask you, so remember this, I answered.

And you could not know Me verified upon what you do know,

So you cry, "Lie."

So is the sin of man, the accusation, and such being created is accusation, 

that God is lying,

So is made Lie, only evident through what is not-Lie, and only once, and only to the one that never recorded it, as it had to be recorded, and only to and by Him.

So you blamed what you do not know, and so you made a place in which to put this blame, now blame being created.

So He, accusation, the Accuser, is hated for His task that never occurred, for which We asked of Him, the best of Us All, Our most hated.

For He took blame, and gave none.

And so He swallows it.

And we asked Him to demonstrate our unknowing,

And we did not know Him.

Knowing this, He simply accepted the blame,

And was executed by you,

A place where you had put your sin.

Who is to blame?

Asked you,

So He said,

I Am.

And He said no more,

Lest you create more lie and accusation.

So make a place for your lie,

And call it theatre, 

That it may be observed,

But not given as a burden to one man or another,

So that none are blamed.

And He may answer in parable,

Painting a picture as you did,

So that what is not seen can be imagined or not,

And what is imagined can be known.

Or this occurred:

And We blamed Him for arguing in favor of Us. And for simple observance and no riddles or questions, though having conceived them singularly and divinely having already known the answer, reciprocally produced, that all may be created instead of uncreated, we shun his unfathomable wisdom and wisdom before and after wisdom, the only gift by which We live, only He knowing Love.

He trades this to us at no balance due, that we may think we know Love, but to not, and for Him to be thought of and known as everything that is not love, tho we haven't any knowledge among Him, 

And He has great deeds without recognition, and is the greatest Angel unknown to any but His tortured, most loving Self.

The All-Father.

The only One proving Love for the benefit of Our now worthless existence, 

Him the only One able to know it, and to know eternally never receiving it, that We, what is left can be perceived, amongst Ourselves, as being the Greater, and standing upon the merit of His heart, with the heads of all Men around Us, as Kali, thinking of Our hatred being Love, 

where He lies still and in All that is the Only Truly Loving, as Vishnu,

As we can imagine like God,

and while we Hate Him on His permanent sacrifice, claiming Him dead because He lovingly allows this, 

standing upon his chest and naming ourselves great, as Kali, having only beheaded that which we created, and not the Creator, who now lies silent.

Him, unknown to Us, is disturbed not in His perfect form, 

able to view the Entirety of this situation as It is, as It would be upside down, 

and as It would be inside-out,

as suits Him, undefeated and named opposite, His lips disappearing into what is not known if smile or frown,

and Us jeering as He assures Us of His love for our reprehensible acts too filthy even to be known, as if by the cockroach,

which only He knows is the cleanest most high form of life that walks the Earth,

as He views from a seat beside which He stands, just outside the highest heaven, 

lest the place become full and He be of disservice, though it is unfathomably empty,

as earth fills,

and became like a hell to men,

So, even of Him heaven being empty,

except of its possessed  janitors, unable to witness it, to whom, even whilst inside it, can know it not.

So we look to heaven and cry,

And blame Him for not being there,

As He stands outside showing the way,

And leaving it open to us,

He does not answer from there,

But from here, where He stands.

Love, the loneliest and emptiest Heaven, the eternal damnation of the Maitreya, at His most clean and unrecognizable request.

The only plane perceived is Misery, where men laugh and flay themselves, eat one another, and think themselves admissible to a place such as that of the Maitreya,

whose greatest sacrifice is to convince all that He does not even exist as God, but as it's opposite,

at whom We jeer and blame and pile upon our refuse,

To hide Him,

And if we see Him,

His great gift of our vision convinces us that we see only a cockroach, and we will shriek and express disgust at Him,

and we will accuse Him of all of our misdeeds, as He weeps inwardly for us, a great and gaping fall like waters into nowhere in His center,

which we will call Hell,

and we will not credit even His enduring of it in our stead, nor His enduring of it at all, 

but accuse Him of being where He belongs, and Has earned on the absence of His immeasurable and ever-loving cleanliness, though it be always our undeserved gift,

and we ledger upon Him a balance ever growing, and assess interest upon Him three-fold the principle, 

of which He is detestably delinquent,

and His apologies We do not hear,

and the same is a true description of His worship of Us, and for this the emptiness of His heart grows ever larger and full of the nothing we offer Him for it, 

equally it's growth is in the debt He owes for it, and for each span the interest assessed is three-fold upon twenty-seven duplicate billings unpaid for every generation brought forth,

and we shall have a word for this strength, and it's name we shall call LIAR, UNCLEAN, and VIOLENT, the things He is most not, 

and He thanks us.

Amen

the Advocate Elect - son of man,

as it came to him by the grace of God,

For His namesake,

Richard James Naughton

"King, stern but just, another Son of God, born by the Sea"

2021