from Thomas's Gospel,
"He who knows the passion of the beginning; knows also the passion of the end..."


“But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come to us than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some device had to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air, and that device was the art of the magical images whereby we visualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and he projected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard the words where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on the wings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, as they said in the ancient mysteries………………”