The Hermetica: The Lost Wisdom of the Pharaohs

by Tim Freke

I have seen a vision of souls about to be shut up in bodies. Some of them wailed and moaned. Some struggled against their doom, like noble beasts caught by crafty hunters and dragged away from their wild home. One shrieked and looking up and down exclaimed: 'O Heaven, source of Being, bright shining stars and unfailing sun and moon, Light and Life-breath of the One, all you that share our home — how cruel it is that we are being torn away from such celestial splendour! We are to be expelled from this holy atmosphere and from the blissful life we live here, to be imprisoned in a mean and sorry place. What hard necessities wait for us? What hateful thing will we have to do to meet the needs of a body that will quickly perish? Our eyes will see little, and only through the fluid which these orbs contain. And when we see our vast heavenly home contracted to a size as small as an eye, our sorrow will never cease. We shall not even see clearly, for we have been condemned to darkness. And when we hear our brothers and sisters blowing with the wind we shall grieve that we are no longer breathing in unison with them.'