O Tat, the Mental Universe smiles upon you now,
for you have proven to be intelligent and compassionate enough
to be called and admired as a Son of God.
Once considered uninitiated by the whole wide world,
Tat, you shall come to know of the Mysteries
of the Nameless and Infinite God.
Though seemingly Invisible
to the rest of the world's befooled populations,
what is truly beyond the sight of men
shall be seen by you, o Fortunate Disciple of the Universe.
One Characteristic of the All
is that It is Eternally Invisible
from an internal and external mundane perspective.
Unlike that which is begotten or born
from the womb of Matter,
the All is Veiled by a Cloud of Mystery
which thus prevents the uninitiated
from peering through to the Other Side of the Infinite.
Contrasting the visible from the Invisible,
it can be deduced that the visible is visible
because there is always something that is Invisible
that Makes visibility possible for the visible.
Unborn and Fathomless,
though at the same time born and fathomable,
that which is the Cause of Invisibility
Makes Itself semi-visible
through the images and forms of the microcosmic mind.
Fathomless to the initiated and uninitiated alike,
the Mental Universe bestows Its Vision of Things
to those who are deemed to be without challenge within the microcosmic heart.
My Son, Tat, Pray to the One and Only Father
of the Within and the Without
and Ask to be accommodated with the Beautified Grace
of so Great and Stupendous a Being.
Being Made Invisible,
so too shall you see for yourself what is Invisible;
and if found to be strongly mature enough
to proceed in a Forward Direction,
your Mind's Eye will withstand the Blast
of a Roaring Cosmic Vision of an Infinite and Unending Nature.
Ungrudgingly wanting Itself to be Seen in Everything,
the Greatest Cosmos is the Cosmos of the Heart.
Seeing the Possibility of Understanding the All from the Palm of Your Hands,
the Inner Self that is Invisible to the eyes is awaiting for You to Look Within.
Consider the Magnanimous Sun in All of Its Vast Enterprises.
Being the King of the Visible Heavens,
every other Planet and Star pays Homage to the Sun
by Circling Around Its Stellar Body.
But, knowing that the Sun is an insignificant rock
floating in an Even Greater Space,
what Makes the Sun fearful of the One and All?
Who is in Charge of Rhythmically Propelling
each and every Planet that is Beyond the Sun
into a Direction and Pace that is Significantly Pleasing
to Everyone and Everything?
Who Made the Entire Universe Swim in an Ocean of Cosmic Stability?
Who Marked out the Limits of the Seemingly Limitless Seas?
Who Founded the Earth into the Center of an Infinite Amount of Centers?
Do not get me wrong, Tat, there is Certainly a Master Maker
or Grand Architect of All of these Things and More.
To ridicule the Innate Harmony and Order of All
that is visible and Invisible is what the uninitiated do perfectly
and with great ease. Even Chaos is under the Dominion
of that which Permits Chaos to Occur.
Nothing being outside of It,
the Nameless and Infinite God
Maintains the Harmony and Chaos of All
that which is visible and Invisible.
With Wings of Flight,
Suspend Your Spirit between Heaven and Earth
and look at how there is not one thing that moves
without something else willing it to move.
Grasping everything that can be grasped in solely a moment's time,
You shall fall upon the Discovery of the Fundamental Order of the Universe.
Realizing that no human labor can produce the exactness
and measurability of All Things that are formed throughout the Whole Wide World,
what else could have Crafted Orderliness and Beauty into Everything that possesses a Soul.
Just as it is ridiculous to say that a piece of Art
can be Fashioned without an Artist at Hand,
so too is it equally ridiculous to say that the Macrocosm,
which is Filled to the Top with Unending Wonders,
could have been Built without a Mater Maker or God like Being.
Only the Father can be the Father.
Remember that with All of Your Life and Soul.
Spread out across the Universe,
the Father is Never Alone,
for the Father continuously Makes
everything that is Made and in the process of being Made.
Projecting Itself into what is Made
and what is being Made,
Every Microcosm is Complete with the Father's Essence.
The Father of every named Thing,
the Father's Namelessness is the Father's Essence.
You, o Father, are Me, the insignificant Tat.
Yet, being replete with You,
what can I say to be Mine
and what can I claim as My own.
As Good as God, Good I Am.
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