I originally wrote this Gnostic Gospel a few years ago but I decided to edit it for clarity. It was originally called “Reception of the Grapes” but it seemed too “corny” and I got a few wine jokes out of it so I decided to change it a bit. This gospel is a mix of my own spiritual revelations and other mystical poetry like we see in Summer Harvest by Valentinus, among other sources like the Gospel of Philip. Anyway, without further ado, here is my gospel, as Miguel Conner would say, write your own gospel and live your own myth!

The Holy Day of the second and the twelfth, the First Aeon of Aeons illuminates upon the cascading trees of the vineyard. Because the many fruits flourish in the Gardens of Light, many seek their flowing juices, but few find it in the immortal generation. The juices that flow from each fruit contain the flowing waters where the light image is reflected. It glistens with delight, in knowledge and in truth, under the canopy of the All. Because it is sweet, it refreshes the taste and the tongue of the beholder—for it drives away all thirst and hunger pangs. Within each fruit contains an image of the All, for the All is the multiplicity and in the singular, within the secret core.

The fruit also contains the image of the self-generated Aeons, for it is they who bear fruit, for it swallows all hunger and all death. For Wisdom dwelt secretly in the Garden, and through a seductive whisper, the daughter of the voice, she imparted the true fruits of knowledge, the gift of the (perfect) gnosis into the breath and body of the prime parents, Adam and Eve. But the Book of Philip tells us about this: “In the place where I will eat all things is the Tree of Knowledge. That one killed Adam, but here the Tree of Knowledge made men alive. The law was the tree. It has power to give the knowledge of good and evil. It neither removed him from evil, nor did it set him in the good, but it created death for those who ate of it. For when he said, “Eat this, do not eat that”, it became the beginning of death.”

While the serpent introduced birth and death into the world, the true and last Adam brought forth good fruit and multiplied the perfection and ripening rays of light upon the immortal generation. Just as the Aeons exist in a family tree, the fruit likewise generate in the eternal.

For no eye has seen, and no ear has heard, and no tongue has spoken of the waves of the water of life. From His voice sounds like flowing of many, living waters. Kiss the Son. You must drink and consume the living waters, for it is given freely upon all who attain it and overcome the world. Behold! It flows freely yet it is not sensed with any carnal faculty. When the fruit is eaten, and consumed, the mouth and body become a wine-press for its free-flowing and downward pour, like rain nourishing the crops of the earth. For the Sovereign One reaps what he has sown the seed into the aeons he has begotten, and in the perfect light. For his name is secret yet is widely known to all—for Wisdom understands his utterance and his call and repeats his beckoning to those willing to hear.

For all those who seek, continue to strive until the realization has arrived and dissolved unto its root. For those who have sought to find only themselves and none other! For finding the fruit has come with a great price. But rejoice! For through death, life was possible to be found. For I have drunken from the well-spring which gives life to the rippling fields bearing wheat and crops of all manner and all likeness. But the vineyard’s roots belong in an eternal heritage.

In the Winter of the World, the seeds are sown. In the Spring, the trees start to bear rising and sprouting seedlings. In the Summer Harvest, they appear in vast clusters and it is these that do not rot or wither upon the vines even if left unattended for it has no need to be attended. For the immortal vine does not bare death and imperfection, but gives forth a multitude of fruit ripened into perfection in the four elements.

For in the height of Summer, the grapes are harvested and collected into the storehouse, to be eaten and consumed and made into fine wine. Was it not the Son of Man, the Sovereign One that had made water into wine at the Wedding Feast? For indeed it is true—the Kingdom is like a wedding feast, and the Sons of the Living One will be robed with glorious garments by the Son to all his guests. It is they who will be called first in the Kingdom. It is they who will be called his friends. As he was raised, his children will also be raised. The vineyard ripens in the Sun’s rays, for the truth bears this fruit and can withstand any opposition.

Sacrifice not, for it is written that those who sacrifice the bodies of the slain are accursed! Blood is on their hands. It is they who eat from the tree of ignorant chaos and it is they who dwell in barren poverty. It is also written that there is no good tree that produces corrupt, rotting fruit, nor is there a bad tree that produces good, ripe fruit. For those who sacrifice the fruit unto themselves as a Temple of the Holy Spirit is blessed and is likened unto something brighter than even a thousand, shining and blinding suns. For even the sun is not fit or able to capture the immortal and unshakeable generation of the Father.

Does the Book of Philip not say that “faith is our earth. It is that in which we take root. Hope is the water which nourishes us. Love is the wind through which we grow. Knowledge is the light by which we ripen.”?  It is a truth that is sweet and cool, without a hint of bitterness and tastelessness. It bursts with the flavors of love and kindness even in this great burden that we carry when we gather our tools to toil under the midday sun and sow its seeds to grow in the seasons. While it is true that there is indeed nothing new under the sun, it is these pleasures that the Sovereign One has afforded us. When one aims and achieves the love and will, no object of desire remains, for the knower and the known dissolve into one body and one conjugal unity. This is how the image of the hot exists in a perfect unit, for it drives out all cold winds of fruitless desire and ignorance. For charity and love only gives without condition or rule or law; it does not take nor demand.

The birds chirp their song upon the branches in the present, where the fruit grow and ripen. Like the Aeons, the trees bear the fruit of both knowledge and of life in the true dwelling place, whereas the Archigenetor, the ruler of the aeons and the powers divided the great eternal angels in wrath. The fruit of knowledge was cursed and the fruit of eternal life denied to the children of light when he had cast out the primal parents in jealousy. However, it is both Wisdom and Sovereignty in superiority, conjoined into one unit, that has descended into and back from the abyss and anointed the natural man the gift of spirit and eternal life. The Mother, the Holy Spirit, sown the light in the lower aeons.

The seed of eternity was planted within the Holy of Holies. Do you not know that you are not just made of blood, flesh and bone? It is this same gift in where you shall draw peace and strength from. It is they who shine the true light upon it to grow. It is they who have offered forgiveness for the repentant. It is they who are the authors of the spirit, embraced in a Reception within the Temple who have etched their names within the inner and wicked spirit of gloom and darkness rent asunder in a grand spectacle of a blazing fire. Blessed be the saints who die the death of the fiery baptism, for it is they who will drink the godly nectar and the final baptism in the spring of the Living Water.

Wisdom (Sophia) is both the Virginal Mother, and Sultry Harlot—in her naked glory, the treasure trove of the divine heights, she bestows the knighted with an investiture and a crown of life, more precious then fine gold, as the archangels, thrones and the four living creatures assist her in a decent and an ascension in the beam of mine eye. Glory unto Thee! Glory to eternal heights! May the Sovereign One abide and fortify in the Aeon, for this Aeon is without Beginning nor End, Alpha and Omega. Truly! The eternal fruit contains the image of the solitary and the breadth of the immortal ones in a branching ladder of descent and ascent. Believe and feel my words, and see this truth as self-evident. For the Kingdom is a god-producing land and has many trees and every other manner of fruit, and is free to be eaten by the free and great, in an excess of liberation and forever away from a bitter slavery. Tears are to be no more, for only a bounty of joy exists, not in a future even nor in the far away past—behold! Tremble before the present wisdom of the Lord, and receive the gift of the fruit, for you will be first! Amen.