The Name

Give ear, O melancholics, and I will speak, and let the depressed also hear my words.

May this profound teaching be as like the summer breeze, my speech lifting like a fog, like rainbows after a heavy rain, and like the sun’s rays upon the vine.

For I will talk about the various names of the Name, the panorama of them, their countenance made out of golden words; about all the ways the Name has become.

A Name imagined by the faithful for the faithful and made with conscience and belief, just and upright as any Name before or since.

And out of the just many have become corrupt with the Name; who utter it as though they are stained; they who are a crooked and twisted.

Should they be repaying the Name, these foolish and senseless people?

Has not the imagined Name fathered their power, which they use to established themselves on Earth?

They have forgotten the days of the Name; the years of many generations, and they have no-one left to ask to bring grace to their ignorance.

For with the beginning of the imagining there was the Name of the names. created so that seas and mountains could be, as were the desert borders in middle of an Earth which began, and the people of the Name emerged and separated themselves from the rest of the cultures because their names were inferior.

The families in the desert land, in the howling waste of the wilderness, enclosed themselves as the sub-names of the Name, to be captivated and be the apple of the Name’s eye.

Like an eagle that stirs up its nest, that flutters over its young, spreading out its wings, bearing them on its pinions, the proudest sub-names say the Name guides them and no foreign name was with them.

In the Name they rode on the high places of their land, and they ate the produce of the field, suckled them with honey out of the rock, and oil out of the flinty ground, curds from the herd, and milk from the flock, with fat of lambs, rams and goats, with the very finest of the wheat and they drank foaming wine made from the blood of the grape.

But the land’s inhabitants grew fat, and slothful. And they forsook the Name, and they scoffed at the Name’s salvation.

And they stirred to cavorting with strange names with abominations, and they provoked the Name to anger with sacrifices to demons with corrupt names.

To names they had never known to new names that had come recently, whom they had come not to dread. All awhile they were unmindful of the Name that had nurtured them, and they forgot the Name who had given birth to their being.

And in the Name, they were spurned. And the Name hid its name from them, the children in whom there is no faithfulness, who have made the Name appear vengeful and provoked it to anger with their idols.

Thus, it will make them jealous of those who worship other names, and it will provoke them to anger and war with other non-people.

For fires are kindled in the Name’s anger, and they burn to the depths of the Earth, and devours their lands and sets on fire the foundations of surrounding mountains.

In the angry Name will disasters be heaped upon them and it will spend thunderbolts on them, and they shall be wasted with hunger, and devoured by plague and poisonous pestilence.

In the Name are sent the teeth of beasts against them, with the venom of things that crawl in the dust. Outdoor phenomena shall cause grief, and indoors it will be anguish, for young men and women alike, and the nursing children with grandparents of grey hairs.

For the sub-names of the Name became a people devoid of counsel, and there is no understanding in them. For if they were wise, they would understand this and they would discern their latter end!

How could any of them have chased a thousand, and two have put ten thousand to flight, unless they sold out their honeyed Name, for the Name that was no longer their exclusive Name?

And from their social vine now comes the seeds of violence and the chronicles of their misbehaving. Their grapes are grapes of poison, and their clusters are bitter; their wine is the poison of serpents and the cruel venom of asps.

Vengeance is in the name of the Name alone, and recompense, for the time is come when the infidel’s foot shall slip, for the day of their calamity is at hand, and their doom will come swiftly.

In the Name are the killed and re-born; it wounds and it heals. And there is none that can be delivered out of its hand, for it lift up its hand to the skies, and as it lives forever, if it sharpens its flashing wit, and takes hold on all judgment. In the Name is vengeance on its adversaries to repay those who hate it.

It will make its shards drunk with blood, and its weapons shall devour flesh with the blood of the slain and the captives, from the long-haired heads of its enemies.

Those who fear the Name, shall rejoice with it, O heavens, and bow down to it, for in its Name are avenged the blood of slaughtered children, the birth of righteousness.

O Melancholics, and the depressed, may these prophetic words be to you as though a mystery is to be solved, to lift you out of your funk, and you will be like rainbows after a heavy rain, and like the sun’s rays upon the vine.

For I have spoken about the Name, the panorama of it now and what is to come, its protection made out of dogma and honour; about the sadness for all the ways the bearing of the Name has become.