Chapter 1

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The revelation of Dositheus concerning the Three Steles of Seth, the Father of the unshakable race. Even these did Dositheus behold; and he wrote them down. And he set them forth unto the elect.

He saw them; he understood them; he read them; he kept them in remembrance. And he gave them unto the chosen, even as they were written by the angel of the Father.

I bless thee, Father Pigeradamas, even thee, the heavenly Man — I, even I, Emmacha-Seth, who am thine own. I, who am thy son. Thou art my mind. O Father, I praise thee with my whole soul.

Thou art the first manifestation. Thou art the great male. Thou art the eternal one of the eternal ones. Thou art he that hath stood from the beginning. Thou art he that ariseth in the unutterable, in the silent Voice.

Thou art he that hath knowledge. Thou art he that hath understanding. Thou art he that hath seen. Thou art he that hath received. Thou art he that hath given. Thou art he that hath blessed.

Thou art he that is firm. Thou art he that is unmoved. Thou art he that is uncreated. Thou art he that abideth. Thou art he that hath been begotten unto thy Father. Thou art he that hath begotten the eternal ones.

Through thee did the Self-Begotten begin to be. Through thee was the perfect Mind made manifest unto us. Through thee was Mirothea revealed — even she, the Mother. Through thee did the eternal ones come into being.

O thou that art three times in repose, and three times in glory — O thou that art holy, holy, holy — we bless thee. We have known thee. We are joined unto thee.

Thou art mine; thou art mine. I am of thy stem. I am thy seed. Thou hast called me; thou hast received me; thou hast set me apart.

Thou art the Father of the everlasting ones. Thou art the head of the unshakable race. Thou art the foundation of the holy seed.

Thou art he that giveth power unto every power. Thou art he that giveth Light unto every light. Thou art he that giveth life unto every life. Thou art he that giveth knowledge unto them which know thee.

I bless thee — yea, the seed thou hast begotten. The seed which is mighty. The seed which is unshakable. The seed which is sanctified by thy Name.

Thou hast set me apart from the perishing seed. Thou hast given me a place among the children of the Light. Thou hast made me a brother of the eternal ones. Thou hast made me kin unto the Self-Begotten.

I praise thee. I bless thee. I glorify thee. O Father — even Pigeradamas — receive my praise; for thou art the Father, and the head, and the foundation, and the seed.

Thou hast established the children. Thou hast called them. Thou hast clothed them. Thou hast brought them up. Thou hast set them at thy right hand and at thy left.

We have praised thee. We have praised thee with the children. We have praised thee with the angels. We have praised thee with the eternal ones. We have praised thee with the Father, and with the Mother, and with the Son.

Be thou blessed forever. Amen, amen, and amen. We have given thee glory; for thou hast given us being.

We are joined together in thee. We have known the One. We have known the All. We have known thee, the Father — through Mirothea the Mother, and through the Self-Begotten the Son.

We come up; we ascend; we are stretched out. We have received the seal. We have been numbered with the unshakable race.

Glory be unto thee, Pigeradamas, the heavenly Man, forever and ever. So endeth the First Stele.