Page 55 - A Codex For Gnostics: Deluxe Edition

A C o d e x F o r G n o s t i c s

But of course, he wasn’t actually dead. What he knew next
was opening his eyes to see the court of Ketheroz, with all its
arbiters assembled there as witnesses to his trial. Shackles bound
his wrists and ankles. That amphitheatre chattered loudly until
an entity more sublime than any other imaginable had begun to
Etherealize on the lucent throne. Upon his crown were swirling
the skies of many worlds. His face was like the visage of every
noble monument ever erected. Oceanic luster spilled wherever
his vision rested. The six Amezhah Zpentaz wreathed him like
candles, comprising an honour guard. Yea! Amoun-Rah’s tone
shook the cornerstones of that divine edifice:
“Baal Abraxah, Alpha Arkhonh and Lord of Lucifer’s Aster.
Thou art charged with treason beyond discernible reason.
Indeed, thy sins be so severe that neither jury nor prosecutors
are needed to ascertain thy guilt. What transpired is clear to
everyone here. Hence shalt thee be stripped of supernatural
powers and exiled to the lowest zone of Malkuth until thy star
exhausts its natural elements. Perhaps then thou canst compre-
hend the utility of humility. Know that when Lucifer expires,
thou too wilt pass into the Infinite Interval. Hath thou any-
thing to add or ask?”

Brax paused pensively for a few seconds before adding
and asking:
“Although aware that this congregation owes me little leni-
ency, I offer no apologies. Ayn Zoph Aur makes us all what we
are. Yet do I plead for the privilege of visiting mine home in the
zone of Typhareth a final time prior to undergoing Abstruction.”
There was a general clamour disapproving of Brax’s entreaty
but it went quiet when the Amezhah Zpentaz sounded a fanfare.
Affably, Amoun answered:

7