Chapter 2

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Great is the First Aeon, even Barbelo, the male virgin. Great is the first glory, the dwelling-place of the Invisible Spirit.

Thou art the divine throne; the perfect dwelling; the all-perfect Pleroma. Thou art she that came forth from a Begetter. Thou art she that knowest the truly hidden ones. Thou art she that art the everlasting.

Thou art she that art three powers — Existence, Life, Mind. Thou art she that united with the Begetter, that thou mightest become the One.

Thou art the only Word — Word of pure word. Thou art Light. Thou art Knowledge. Thou art the dwelling. Thou art the Place.

Thou art the boundary, both of the highest one, and the boundary of the lowly one. Thou art the boundary of every boundless one.

Thou art Existence — for through thee they exist. Thou art Life — for through thee they live. Thou art Mind — for through thee they have understanding.

We bless thee, O Mother of glory. We praise thee, O womb of every aeon. We worship thee, O temple of the One.

Thou art the perfect One. Thou art the foundation of every perfection. Thou art the ground that beareth every offspring. Thou art the womb that holdeth every seed.

We have known thee. We have received thee. We have been gathered unto thee. We are thine. Thou art ours.

Through thee did the Self-Begotten Son come forth. Through thee was the Word made flesh. Through thee did the Light shine in the darkness. Through thee did the Voice reach the earth.

Thou hast brought us together as a single one. Thou hast received us, even as the Father hath received thee. Thou hast made us one. Thou hast joined us unto the Self-Begotten.

We have entered into thee. We have known thee. We have been clothed with thee. We have stood within thee. We have rested in thee.

Thou hast revealed us unto the Father. Thou hast made known unto us the eternal ones. Thou hast given us the power. Thou hast given us the seal. Thou hast given us the name.

Three are thy powers, and three are thy names. Thou art the One that becometh three. Thou art the perfect, the Mother, the womb of the Pleroma.

We have praised thee. Hear thou us. Sanctify thou us by the everlasting Word.

We have ascended unto thee. We have crossed over with thee. We have ascended through the eternal ones, that we may behold the Father.

We have praised the One — through thee. We have known the All — through thee. We have come up — through thee. We have rested — in thee.

Thou art the dwelling-place of the Father. Thou art the throne of the Son. Thou art the lamp-stand of the Spirit. Thou art the seven-fold candlestick — the place where every light hath its rest.

Glory be unto thee, Barbelo, the Mother of the Pleroma, the First Thought of the Father, the womb of every aeon, forever and ever.

Amen, amen, and amen. So endeth the Second Stele.