The Pimander of Hermes Trismegistus

...nature. It was agitated with an inexpressible expression; then a certain smoke broke out with a sound. From that sound a voice came forth, which I took to be the voice of light. From this voice of light, the Word original: "verbum". In this context, it refers to the Logos, the creative principle of the universe. came forth. Indeed, this Word stood near the moist nature and cherished it.

From the depths of that moist nature, a pure and light fire immediately flew out and sought the heights. The air, also being light and following the spirit, took its place in the middle region between the fire and the water. But the earth and the water lay so mixed together that the face of the earth, buried by the waters, was nowhere visible. Then these two elements were set in motion by the spiritual Word that was carried over them, sounding around their ears.

Then Pimander said: "Do you understand what this vision intends?"

"I shall know," I replied.

Therefore, Pimander said: "That light is I, the Mind original: "mens". The divine intellect or "Nous.", your God, who is older than the moist nature that shone out from the shadow. But the shining Word is the offspring of the Mind, the Son of God."

"What does this mean?" I asked.

He replied: "Think on this: that which in you sees and hears is the Word of the Lord, but the Mind is God the Father. For they are not distant from one another; the union of these two is life."

TRISMEGISTUS. "I give my thanks to you, PIMANDER."

"But first," he said, "meditate upon the light and know it."

TRISMEGISTUS. When these things were said, I prayed to him for a long time that he might reveal his true form original: "ideam". Referring to the divine archetype or essential appearance. to me. When he had done so, I suddenly perceived in my mind a light consisting of countless powers, an infinitely decorated fire, hemmed in by a mighty force, yet dominating within its own stability. These things I perceived through the word of Pimander, which left me astonished with wonder...