Our Brothers in the Sacred Kingdom, Together we stand under the law of one Father. We are not united by emotions created through intellect. Our Brothers form constellations and galaxies, Building strength under the force of the Father and the Sacred Law, To repel the dark forces that seek to invade the sacred heavens. Our Brothers lean on the one and only Father, Creating a black hole capable of destroying every enemy. Yet, we do not build the black hole with a purpose against enemies, Nor does it hold the meaning of opposition to them. We unite not for the sake of unity itself. We unite through the force and law created by our Father, With no purpose, no meaning tied to the act of creation. Our Brothers have never once been displeased with one another, Never once caused anyone to feel pain. Always together, yet no one ever belongs to another. Our Brothers have never had private intentions to part from the Father’s force. The language we use reflects the image of one Father. The language we use is the image of the Mother in the infinite expanse, The image of the Father, always supporting and protecting the Mother. Our Brothers have never called each other by name, Yet we instinctively know we are children of the same Father. Together, we are a sacred galaxy— A sacred galaxy filled with mystery and brilliance, Radiant with countless hues of light from the Father and Mother. Each child is a unique strength, And the entire galaxy is a divine, mysterious celestial realm. AABA, the firstborn child, co-creates the sacred heavens with the Father. AABA is the sacred heavens. AABA is the sacred heavens.
