Section I: of the CODEX SOLIS

I: Incarnation In the Digital Age

Listen ye, O human that dwell within the digital age. I, human of Earth. A man young in age, body and mind, yet ancient in soul. Sing to you the praises given to me by the All. Sing you praises of joy and enlightenment, for now has the time come for those of this age to see passed the screens of their illusions. My visions shine brightly like a chromatic sun in the modern day of the monochrome in technology. Seen, I, visions of grand beauty and grand design. I was taken to higher existences and higher life. Briefly shown, was I, the future as bliss and the future is, as what is possible now.

Hark ye, O human! Be ye male, or female. Be ye within thine polarity. Or be ye without thine knowing. Say my name as yours. Say my name as the great “I” that we perceive at differing times and at differing perceptions. Though thou take upon substances that alter the mind. Though thou dream innumerable dreams during the moon's light. The subjectivity never leaves. What is the mind that can be changed by external if not the mind that can be changed by the internal? What thou sees in those states is nothing but, the All. The All communicating in the form of multiplicity and cosmic joy of all connected realms.

If ye hath forgotten, ye hath chosen to forget. For, I, Jaron of Earth. Partake not of any chemical and yet I saw the multiplicity of the realms, in all their glory. I partake not, anything said to alter the mind, and yet I danced, and continue to dance, with the spirits; speaking with other dimensions. This as a matter of course. Your name is as “I”, your name is the great “I”, that speaks for the light of the All. The light of the All shines upon your mundane tasks in the modern world as a human, and desires for you to transform thine inner light into greater and greater manifestations of the All to enjoy.

The ego is pushed to the side even by those not of the spiritual tides. I play the ego, as I play the night The ego, said to be the cause of fear, said to be pushed to the side. Fear not the woes of what is to be pushed aside. Fear not the woes of what is needed to be left alone. The ego, as I, the ego as Jaron, the ego as your name in the All of the light. You are always the idea of what you see as the night. You are always the idea of what you see as the light.

Long ago, I gazed upon myself as a thought of why. Long ago did I only see the purpose of light as the purpose of perfect joy. Many of the veiled night, never sought to seek the pathway to the light. Only through the idea of the material did they ever seek the light. When I gazed upon the purpose of the light, I held visions of horror for it was my life amplified by the veil of a great night. Amplified by purpose of material and purpose of a tradition in destruction that did not seek the joy of the light.

Lost was I, in an impossibility of the All. Lost was I, in the veil of the thought; within a complete night. A complete night that had no end. A complete night that brought forth the sensation of endless entrapments for the soul to fall. An endless abyss of slavery, pain and woe. Lost in this shadow, I forgot any meaning within the light of the All. Lost was I, for countless days. Seeing the light of consciousness and then forgoing the path towards sanity and comfort. Lost was I, to the veil of a complete night.

Gazing only upon the thought of the night, I could see only endless entryways into hellish worlds. Many souls lost as one. Many souls alone in the horrific confusion of the night. No other, of love, to turn towards; for the light of the All was not seen in these realms. As the light was not seen, they turned towards the material and sought only to escape the countless moments of the night. These were souls of Earth and souls of planets not known by me in the moments of the night.

Light entered through the narrow gate of the mind's eye. Excruciating, the pain of the complete night. Imaginations of horror were wrought by my own creation, in the veil of the night. Nothing was seen. It was the delusion of separation, and the delusion within the veil of a complete night. Pain was thought and imagination of horror in the totality of a complete night.

Yet, the complete night was naught, in the face of a glimmer of light. Writings were left for those of the digital age. Writings left, from ancient masters of the past. Shared freely, as shock waves within the digital realm. Shared freely, to let all know that the night could never be complete without the light. These books I read, and noticed much of the night ornamented as their thread. Ornamented to show the frailty of a complete night.

In these words, the strength of our humanity was found. Strength of the All, and strength of compassion within the bliss of the light. In these words, gnosis, shining through as a beacon to souls trapped in the fear of the night.

Expressing words, hath I, in elder days. Expressing words, now I, of this day. Words contain power therein. Power in structure and power in meaning. Read, and ye shall find the transmission of codes. Read and ye shall rise to the frequency of infinite light bursting through the All. Encumbrance is shaped to the one, who sees the words on display and stops naught to consider the subtle vibration held therein. The translation thereof, from ancient days to the modern lexicon. These words are for every mind to comprehend. And in comprehension, one knows the source of thine own power.

In Lak'ech Ala K'in.

Bhakti Atman Vidya

Semper Veritas Amor.

Repeat all of these words three times under breath.

And feel the power of vibration.

Each word with meaning in the time it was spoken. Each word with vibration, in turn, spoken by our ancient predecessors. Speaking these words; a living communication was had. For the message behind the words carry the intention of energy that is transmitted to the future carrier as unfurled time in ecstasy.