I was sent forth from the power, and I have come to those who reflect upon me, and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me, and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or at any time.
Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last,
I am the honored one and the scorned one,
I am the whore and the holy one,
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter . . .
I am she whose wedding is great, and I have not taken a husband. . .
Why do you who hate me, do you love me and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me, and you who confess me, deny me.
You who tell the truth about me, lie about me, and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me, and those who have not known me, let them know me.
For I am knowledge and ignorance,
I am shame and boldness,
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one. . . .
Come forward to me, you who know me.
Come forward to childhood. . . .
I am the one who has been hated everywhere and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life, and you have called Death.
I am the one they call Law, and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued, and I am the one whom you have seized.
I am the one you have scattered, and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed, and you have been shameless to me. . . .
I am the one whom you have reflected upon, and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned, and they learn from me.
I am the one whom you have despised, and you reflect upon me.
I am the one you have hidden from, and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves, I myself will appear.
And whenever you appear, I myself will hide from you. . . .
Why do you curse me and honor me?
You have wounded and you have had mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known.
And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away. . . .
I am the knowledge of my inquiry, and the finding of those who seek after me . . .
of the angels who have been sent at my word, and of deities in their seasons by my counsel, and of spirits of every man who exists with me, and of women who dwell within me. . . .
I am the union and the dissolution. . . .
I am the judgment and the acquittal.
I am sinless, and the root of sin derives from me.
I am lust in outward appearance, and interior self-control exists within me.
Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness. . . .
I am the one who is called Truth and Iniquity. . . .
Hear me, you hearers, and learn of my words, you who know me. . . .
For I am the one who alone exists, and I have no one who will judge me.
Many are the pleasant forms which exist in
. . . fleeting pleasures, which men embrace until they become sober and go up to their resting-place.
And they will find me there,
and they will live,
and they will not die again.
Ovanstående stycke av gammal HorVisDom består av valda utdrag från en 2000 år gammal gnostisk text som kallas The Thunder, Perfect Mind, okänd författare. Den hittades i Egypten 1945. Jag tycker den stämmer mycket bra in på oss som är horor.