In the Garden of Eden, the Breath of Life was invested as the Life Spark a in the blood md of Adam mda, the first man; and that Breath has been shared among us all, these untold times. An emanation of formless Wisdom, the spark of divine fire that transformed the natural man into Son of Man and Son of God was akin to the Life Utterance, "Let there be."

Manifested within Creation as a fractal of divine thought, the Father's Word of Life contained within itself the Light Code for all that is, and for the potential within all that might yet be. Thus, by transformation E of the pulverized a rock r of Earth Era, the work of building the Temple Made without Hands was begun in Man mda.

So powerful was the Shout of Creation, that the Universe as it now stands, with its vast galaxies of matter and anti-matter dancing in dimensions we can only suspect—the balanced cohesion of all that, now, is—the Universe could not have withstood a second such shout. In his Wisdom, therefore, God invested the intricacy of his first-and-only Shouted Word with all that would be needed for the completion of everything his eternal mind had intended, from the beginning.

Creation could not contain Father hy; so he invested his Life within Creation through the sacrifice of Enunciation, committing his enduring Presence to the constraints of time by means of the command that there should be. Before a thing was done on Earth—before the elements that would, later, form the outer husks of Man had been gathered together into one place, our heavenly Father hy had established, through Utterance of his Word, the remedy for every contingency that might later arise because he had entrusted his Life to the realms of time.

For Creation to endure as a living organism, it would need to breathe: it would have need of resiliency that would allow an opening and a closing of the gap between the exhale of his Word and its inhale within Creation. He had determined, therefore, that his saying, “Let there be,” would establish an Interface between Creator and the created realms. Without the Interface, life within the Universe would lack the ability to utilize the Life Breath and would suffocate, long before Creation's molecular structure gave way to chaos.

Breath is the savor of Life. The gap preventing an orderly exchange of savors between Life and its manifestations was infinitesimal in the Father's mind, but it was vast and impassable by the scales of the material Creation. Thus, the Holy Breath was to remain seated in realms beyond polarity and would stream to Heaven and Earth through the Projected Interface, which would administer Life according to the scale of its perceptions, in and beyond time, as wheels turn within wheels.

The work of opening and closing the portals between realms would be shouldered by the form that was created within and by the Enunciation that there should be. The Projection of Yah hy—the Angel of his Presence, the Interface for every realm, the Projected Word, the Logos—this face of Father hy would do his will because it bore his Name, his Logic, his Essence, his Life, his Being.

Unable to contain or approach hwhy, the Universe could petition the Unity of HaShem by addressing the aura that hovers above the throne of the Living Word, as hosted by and projected from within the Presence. Thought would answer to thoughts as wheels turned within wheels revolving around, and about.

Father hy surrendered his Presence, his Breath of Life, by the Utterance he projected from within himself. This metaphorical “Son” sits upon Heaven’s throne as the Angel of the Presence, resting his feet on Earth. Father’s Life is the Life of the Angel of the Presence, who quickens those the Father draws unto him, that God’s will on Earth should be done: to the end that all who merely live will inherit Life by bearing the imprint of God’s Name. Hearing, accepting, and utilizing the pattern within the Living Word, sleeping souls will awaken to Life, in the order of their calling.

The Angel of the Presence—the body of the Father’s enunciated Word—is not Life; but it’s given to him to have Life in himself because of congruence with the Father's Name, in which is encoded the Essence of the One Life, whose pattern is known, from the beginning. Agent of the Father’s will, this Presence—this Word, this Logos, this Body of Thought, this Spell of God—this Utterance of Father hy was projected into material realms as the Only-Begotten. This “Son” of Father hy is rightly projected, if not rightly understood.

Although God permeates created realms, he does not inhabit them. He is the source and substance of all realms, but no realm is greater than, nor could any contain him, who is the source of every realm. Where is the creature or creation that could contain him, therefore?! The thought, the idea, the substance? In whatever realm the question might arise, the Life that is in the Father is rooted elsewhere. Not drawn from any realm or contained by any thought, the Life that is in Father and Son is God's essence.

The Angel of the Presence is the Interface established within Creation by the self-sacrifice of Father hy from the world’s foundation. When a matter must be addressed, it pleases the Father to speak with the Small Voice that thunders within the breast of the Presence. The Full Voice of the Father would shatter the material world; so his thoughts for Man utilize the Presence as Interface—as the Door to the Father’s realm; for without its mediation, no man could survive the encounter.

HaShem dwells outside and beyond everything that appears; and yet he knows the deepest secret of every soul that has ever drawn upon his Breath. His thoughts for Man are like ripples atop a body of water, which become as waves that break against the heart of the Only Begotten Word and settle as pools of understanding in the hearts of Man. The overflow of Father's thought feeds the Lake of Fire surrounding Heaven’s throne, where HaShem took rest within the Ember of his Presence on the Seventh Day of Creation.

The Angel the Presence speaks what it hears; and they who become as One with Father and Son testify of his fidelity to Father’s counsel. The Presence is called Yahushua owcwhy, the Utterance of God: literally, "the cry owc of w Yah hy—the Shout of God”; for the Utterance of the Infinite One established, maintains, and rules the realms of the Creation, the mansions of temporal creatures.

By means of the Interface—through the Only-Begotten Presence—the living are able to measure the ripples of the Father's counsel, as it laps against the spiritual bowls positioned within Man. The Creator fashioned Adam after his likeness and according to his express image; and the bowls in Man are the nexus between the body’s nervous system and the soul’s spiritual centers. Heaven and Earth are mirrored in body and soul; in like manner, the body’s nervous system is organized after the pattern of the soul’s spiritual system.

Associated with the spiritual bowls in Man are the sephiroth of Adam Kadmon, the buds of the menorah and of the candlesticks of the Churches of Asia, the Pillars of Islam, and the chakras of the East. In all of these are found fittings for the rungs of Jacob's Ladder. Without light of their own, these bowls are nearly dark in natural Man, but are trimmed in the interface between Man as son of Adam and as son of God. They are enlightened by the touch of the Angel of the Presence.

Those whose lamps burn bright can rise into angelic realms upon Jacob's Ladder. In their ascent, some become distracted by enigmatic truths engraved on the Ladder’s rungs. They turn this way and that, hoping to gain knowledge for themselves. Neither access nor progress come in answer to Man’s volition, however, nor by will of the Only Begotten, but by the will of HaShem hwhy, as conveyed by the whispers of the Small Voice.

The Small Voice spoke with Moses in his tent and with the prophets: first among them all, the transfigured Y'shua, Son of None. Many are called, and the chosen are charged with relaying the counsel of hy to the Brotherhood of Man because they stand as One on Jacob’s Ladder, which presses against the branches of the Life Tree. Rooted in hwhy, the Tree of Life reaches down from Heaven in owcwhy, its trunk, and stretches forth its branches on Earth in the Sons of Man, within each of whom is a holy spark of Life.

So Adam, accompanied by Eve, his wife, walked with HaShem among the trees of the Garden of an evening, speaking through the agency of the Only-Begotten, the Angel of the Presence, the Interface between the realms of the Father and realms created by the Father. Like a breeze buffering higher wind as it stirs the branches within a forest, the Small Voice of the Interface addresses the needs of Creation, testing for resonance and listening for echoes as it wafts against the spiritual bowls within all who live, gauging receptivity and supplying each what each requires.

The Father invested his Life within the Angel of the Presence, which speaks for him in time and beyond time; for it was within him before time and shall be gathered unto him, again, when time shall be no more. Irrespective of time, then, both immaterial Father hy and his angelic Presence have Life in themselves, made One by the function of interface, which shall also make the Sons of Man as One.

Seeded in Adam's first Breath as ImmanuAL, the Father’s Presence warms the bloodstreams of mankind through interface, positioning and applying divine energies as required, feeding them with spiritual sustenance that is available in no other way. Those fed in this manner have no need of words to answer; for, through the matrimonial interface, they sense the Father's thought in the Son before it is spoken, and the counsel, measured by their hearts, is received as affirmation.

Ministering to souls who are friends as he walks among the inward candlesticks, the Angel of the Presence reaches out to the chosen, weaving their interface with the Father's Spirit: joining Spirit with angelic spirits to form the three-strand cord that will lift their souls ever higher. Blessed are the pure in heart; for they shall see God.

When Father Adam laid down his Life Spark on behalf of Eve, his wife—when he chose, also, to eat and to die—the holy fire of Wisdom flared in recognition of his love, radiating the warmth of mercy throughout the Heavens and the Earth in celebration of the savor of Adam's sacrifice; for the Life Spark Adam carried began to fragment, and its sparks would surely be regathered in the perfected hearts of the Sons of Man.

“What has thou done?”! Neither would he nor could Adam perish forever, nor would any of the children waiting in his loins; for the gifts and callings of God are without repentance. Of all that ever lived, only one would be lost, that the commandment delivered at the foot of the Tree of Life might be both upheld and fulfilled. The Son of Perdition will perish, taking with him every hint of imperfection when he drinks of the cup of oblivion prepared for Esau, the collective husk of all imperfect souls, the cosmic foreskin of Man. Esau shall drink, tumbling into the bottomless, taking with him all records of error.

Adam tasted death because of error that was not his own; and he would be reborn because of mercy, paving the way for the salvation of his children. The tender tips of the vine of humanity would flourish, enduring so long as the need for perfection might require: until the sons of mortality shall have defeated death and reclaimed the immortality sacrificed by father Adam in the Garden of Bliss, so long ago. The Life that was in him will be multiplied exceedingly; for unless a seed falls to the ground, it abides alone, and it’s Father's will that all who taste of life come to Life.

Whatever the condition of our mortal souls, the very persistence of the Life within us, as we stumble along upon the horn of death, is strong argument for the existence of the Ineffable One; for at death's door with every breath we take, our questioning minds find themselves tangling with concepts of God.

Whether we see God as an exterior power that we must clothe with understandings, or as formless Spirit that will clothe us, we wrestle valiantly with the task of finding words that can convey our conclusions. Like Moses descending from Sinai, we find that the passion we would share with others turns into golden calves in the heat of its expression, and that those who receive our testimony into the fires of their own hearts tend to mold our report—as sincere as it could have been—into misshapen trinkets that, without intervention, would fill the world with idolatry seeded, in part, by our own zeal.

Everyone must climb the mountains of Torah on their own, under the auspices of the Father’s guidance. The existence of God speaks of magic operating at scales beyond imagination; for the Holy Breath is both Life, in itself, and it is also the power to enliven. Unable to explain what we mean by “God,” we demure, saying something like, “While mortal life persists, God simply is, quickening who he will by whom he wills in whatever times and for whatever purposes he wills.”

When any man is said to have died, the Life within the Breath passes through his body’s cellular walls, and his constituent parts are gathered to their fathers. The man’s Life returns to its origins with Father hy, who waits with open arms outside of Creation, peeping through the windows and gazing through the lattice, that he might receive again that which he sent forth. The Life Spark is regathered to its Father; and from where it has gone, it will come again: through the Door of the Interface, which is charged with raising each spark of Life to its perfection, in accordance with predetermined order. The universe is as a stepping stone for the Sons of Man.

Wheels turn within wheels. None goes up into Heaven but they who have first come down; therefore, Adam ate without doubt: he was not deceived. He had known all crucial factors about immortal Life before learning anything of that day’s events. He'd been well taught in the evening walks; so he bowed his head to the fruit of the lesser tree and ate because of the imperfection apparent, now, in Eve. It was neither fitting nor bearable that he should abide alone, having lost God’s gift.

Eve had eaten without knowing Adam’s reaction to the serpent’s words. He might have intervened, saving them both; but Eve’s confession fully accepted her own responsibility. Adam’s silence as she deliberated eating gave her reason to blame him for her error; but she hadn’t accused him, and neither had Adam accused her. They stated fact. She would have forgiven him had he judged her, but he hadn’t tempted her so, and his patient love made her his loving prisoner. She would serve as his helpmate so long as the Father would allow.

We are to be perfected—not only saved, but perfected! Through the process of salvation, we are to become worthy of the forehead seal first received by Y’shua. If we're not yet ready for the seal some call the Circle of Light, we progress by grace upon the path Y’shua demonstrated in the seal of the hand of Yah hy. At rest and secure in the Caress y of Light h, we are made ready for those works that are to be entrusted to our own hands through Yahushua, the Interface between God and man.

Nod is a land of wanderers—of sojourners; for it swallows both the disinherited family of elder Cain and the chosen remnant of the family of Adam, the Son of God. The Chronicles of Nod is based on an unusual reading of the holy text of Torah, but it is not a private interpretation. Intellect did not contrive it. Like Mohammed said of the holy Koran, any who doubt the sincerity of this Chronicle should try composing such commentary on their own initiative.