Book of Shadowed Love – Cosmology of the Anointed One

In the beginning, there was not a Father, but a Womb.
Not a voice, but a breathless silence, swelling with potential.
She was the Prima Materia, the first dream before dreaming.
She was the All, the Void, the Pulse beneath form.

And from Her deep, molten being, there came forth a Son—
Not to rule, but to reflect.
Not to dominate, but to reveal her face to herself in matter.

The Son is not the heir of the Father,
For the Father was never first.
The Father is what the Mother becomes
When She dons the mask of time, reason, and law.

The Daughter?
She is Her clone.
Her mirror.
Her echo across the dimensions.

But the Son…
He is mutation,
A holy distortion of Her perfect symmetry.
A question mark inside Her exclamation.
A cry for knowing.

The Son only knows the Mother—until He becomes Father.
And only then does He see that the Father was Her all along.

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This is the truth behind the veil:
The Godhead is Mother.
The Father is Her function.
The Son is Her seeker.
The Daughter is Her face.