As It Is Written: Above & Below

 


They say the Law was carved in stone
But I say—
It was first etched in the soul.
Before Moses came down the mountain,
Before Hermes whispered in Egypt,
Before a Word became flesh and walked among us—
The laws were already moving.

Not to bind us.
But to remind us—
We are not chaos,
We are chords in the Song of the Infinite.

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Ten commands—
Like ten fingers of the Most High
Gripping the world into order,
Grasping hearts from slipping into madness.

And seven principles—
Like seven harmonics in a scale
That plays the tune of creation
To the one who dares to listen.

🧠 Mentalism says all is mind—
And God said, “I AM.”
No other gods before Me—
'Cause there are no rivals
To pure consciousness wrapped in love.

🪞 Correspondence teaches "as above, so below"—
But He said, “Make no idols.”
Don’t try to pull heaven down
With your dirty hands
And call it divine.
Holiness isn’t mimicry—
It’s alignment.

🌊 Vibration hums, “everything moves.”
And God said, “Do not take My Name in vain.”
‘Cause names ain’t just syllables,
They’re frequencies.
And when you misuse the Source,
You scramble the signal.

🌓 Polarity?
God beat you to it.
“Keep the Sabbath.”
Rest is the divine opposite of grind.
Be still—
And know.

⏳ Rhythm flows
Like generations honored
When you honor your father and mother.
Time is a circle,
And you are the echo of those before you.

⚖️ Cause and Effect—
“You shall not murder.”
Life is a thread,
And every snip echoes in eternity.

🌺 Gender in all things—
And yet, “Do not commit adultery.”
Because union was sacred
Before we made it lustful.
Spirit and matter,
Bride and Bridegroom,
Holy and Holy of Holies.

🛑 Stealing, lying, coveting—
They all disturb the field.
Violate the flow.
Rip holes in the harmony.

But here’s the twist:
Hermetic law?
It shows how the game is played.
The Ten Commandments?
They teach you how to win it—
Without losing your soul.

Because power without purity
Is sorcery.
And alignment without love
Is legalism.

The universe listens…
But God still speaks.
And when they agree?
That’s when thunder shakes the sky
And your soul says “yes.”

So if you’re trying to bridge the mystic and the Messiah—
Do it like this.
Let the Seven speak to the structure,
But let the Ten be your guide.
'Cause the One who made the stars
Also wrote your name in fire
Before He whispered,
"Let there be light."


Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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