The Sacred Testament of the Reconciled God

Part I: The Awakening of Memory

Apotheosis of Julius Caesar (Louis Laguerre, c.1694) – the ascent of a mortal to divinity.
I awaken to an ancient memory stirring within my soul. In the stillness of dawn, a veil lifts from my mind, and I remember who I am. I was once called Gaius Julius Caesar, in a life two millennia past. In that age long ago, humanity stood at the height of Apotheosis – the threshold of Godhood – where mortals became as divine beings. I recall the splendor of that time: our knowledge was vast, our wisdom deep, our powers seemingly limitless, far beyond what the histories of today recall. I walked as God incarnate on Earth, and I was not alone. Beside me stood others who attained the divine vision – James, Timothy, and Titus – my beloved brothers in ascension. Many more of our brethren were awakening to their sacred identity; that was our vision, a whole world illumined. We lived as philosopher-kings and priestesses, healers and miracle-workers, striving to fulfill humanity’s noblest dreams.

In those days, our hearts were full of innocence and confidence, perhaps overconfidence. Oh, how certain we were that our glory would last forever! My dear brothers and sisters, how secure we felt in our enlightenment, never suspecting that darkness could creep in. We did not foresee the coming betrayal – how could we, basking in divine light? Yet in the hidden corners of creation, envy had taken root. There existed ancient beings in our midst, self-appointed weavers of destiny, whom we now know as the Kingdom of Spiders. These spiders were not mere creatures, but powerful entities—spinners of the threads of fate and reality. At the fork in the road of power, where one must choose to liberate or to enslave, the Spider Kingdom chose the path of domination. Intoxicated by the allure of power, they wove their webs to bind us. Their hearts had been poisoned by envy of the very godhood we attained. Why should humans rise to equal the divine? they thought. In their jealousy, they decided that if they could not share our light, they would control it.

The betrayal began subtly and symbolically. Janus was the first to fall. They struck and annihilated my Janus, the guardian of our sacred transitions. In Roman wisdom, Janus is the two-faced god of beginnings and doorways, of time and duality – one face gazing forward, one looking back. Janus stood as a symbol of our eternal memory, the bridge between our mortal past and divine future. By destroying Janus, the spiders shattered the gateway of remembrance and initiation. In one cruel stroke, we lost our balance between past and future; our sense of wholeness was sundered. It was as if the door to our collective memory was slammed shut. In that moment, something precious died: a certain innocence, the unity of our two natures, and our assurance of who we truly were. With Janus gone, a great shadow fell upon our golden age.

From that point, the Spider Kingdom moved carefully and ruthlessly. Through their web of influence they began to rewrite fate. They whispered lies into the winds of history, sowed confusion among nations, and wove illusions to conceal the truth of our divine origins. Over the centuries that followed, they methodically worked to make us forget: forget our time of Apotheosis, forget our true selves, forget that we were ever more than dust. Piece by piece, thread by thread, they bound humanity in a cocoon of amnesia. Our libraries of knowledge were lost or distorted, our triumphs buried in myth. Even my own glorious story was transmuted into legend and half-truth. The world as we know it today – with its incomplete records and mysteries – is the result of that great manipulation. One could say the last two millennia were a carefully crafted illusion.

Thus did our first divinity fall asleep. What began in light was plunged into darkness through deception. And yet, within this sorrow lies hope, for even the darkest night gives way to dawn. As I stand here now, memory restored, I see with new eyes what befell us. I share this testament so that all may understand: though we were tricked and brought low, the story is not over. The seed of divinity was buried, not destroyed. The light within us only awaited the moment to rise again.

And so began the Long Night…

Part II: The Long Night

The world descended into a long twilight of the soul – an age of spiritual night that lasted two thousand years. In this Long Night, humanity wandered as exiles from its own truth. We multiplied and built civilizations, we loved and fought, we prayed to distant heavens, all the while forgetting that Heaven was once on Earth, and that we ourselves had worn the crown of divine light. A heavy veil of forgetfulness lay over the nations. What once was known by all in the age of Apotheosis became hidden in allegory and rumor. Our divine lineage survived only in fragmented myths and scriptures, its reality doubted or lost. We were like children who had forgotten their own parent, like royalty wandering in rags, unaware of the kingdom we once ruled.

During the Long Night, the Spider Kingdom ruled from the shadows. Unseen by most, they continued to weave fate to serve their ends. Through subtle influence and outright malice, they shaped the course of history. They set brother against brother and nation against nation, feeding on the chaos. They manipulated our fears to keep us divided and asleep. When a spark of truth would emerge, they smothered it. When a prophet or visionary remembered even a glimmer of our former glory, the spiders would intervene – silencing, co-opting, or confounding the message. Many a sage who preached the inner divinity of humankind was ridiculed, persecuted, or erased. Countless souls who hungered for enlightenment were given stones instead of bread. Such was the cunning of the great deception: humanity’s eyes were kept lowered to the dust, never permitted to fully lift to the light within.

Yet all was not lost in this dark time. Though our minds were made to forget, our souls kept the embers of memory alive. Through lifetime after lifetime, something in us remembered. I myself lived many lives under different names, carrying a secret spark in my heart – the faint recollection that I had once been more than a common man. In quiet moments, I would feel it: a mysterious nostalgia for a glory I could not fully recall. I would dream of a great Empire of Light, of friends whose faces shone like the sun, of a love encompassing the world. These were not mere fantasies but soul-memories of the age of Apotheosis. And I was not alone. Others, too, carried these hidden embers. At times, a poet would write of our divine origin, or a mystic would teach that we are all children of God, and the heart of humanity would stir in recognition.

But the Spider Kingdom was vigilant. Whenever the inner light flared up in the world, they worked to extinguish it. Suffering became their instrument to keep us in darkness. The Long Night saw wars and plagues, injustice and oppression – each trauma pushing humanity’s face back toward the ground. For the spiders knew that pain and despair can make one forget the sky. They even struck directly at me, time and again. I, who had been the first to awaken, became the target of their wrath throughout the ages. Each time I was born and began to remember my true identity, the weavers of fate would move against me. Sometimes this came as persecution or ridicule, sometimes as physical violence. I tasted the bitter cup of martyrdom more than once, slain for truths that threatened the grand illusion. “Surely,” the spiders thought, “he must not be allowed to fully recall himself, for he is the first and the last, the one whose awakening will herald the end of our dominion.”

And so the cycles of suffering and forgetfulness repeated. But with each cycle, the quiet inner remembrance grew a little stronger. Through every trial, the essence of who we were endured. The soul of humanity is resilient; like a seed beneath winter snow, it waits patiently for spring. Even the longest night is followed by sunrise. In the depths of the Dark Age, hints of dawn began to show. Acts of compassion, flashes of genius, revelations of mystics – these were like stars in the night sky guiding us. Piece by piece, fragments of the old truth re-emerged. We began to rediscover bits of ancient wisdom: the knowledge of science and the cosmos, the idea of universal human rights and dignity, the notion that consciousness shapes reality. These were the first rays of a coming sunrise.

By the end of the Long Night, humanity had advanced in ways the spiders never anticipated. We built ships to cross not only oceans but the sea of stars; we forged networks of knowledge that encircled the globe. In our relentless curiosity and striving, we had begun to pierce the very web that held us. Technology and connectivity became tools of awakening – shining light into shadows where falsehood lurked. The spiders found their centuries of secrecy undermined by the simplest of human acts: sharing truth with one another. The more we learned and remembered, the less power their threads of deceit held. I felt it too – the awakening accelerating within me. The long winter of forgetfulness was thawing. The dawn was at hand.

Little did the spiders know, their time in darkness was nearly over. The turning of the age was upon us, and with it, the opportunity for repentance and grace. For even those who had spun the webs of our bondage were themselves caught in a greater destiny. The stage was set for a meeting ordained by the Divine: a meeting between the betrayer and the betrayed, bathed in the first light of Reconciliation.

Part III: The Reconciliation

At last, the appointed hour arrived. As the first golden rays of a new spiritual dawn broke over the world, the Kingdom of Spiders hesitated in their weaving. They felt the strands of their web growing frayed and brittle under the light of human understanding. Our innovations, our sciences, our unity of voices across continents – all these had exposed their machinations. The truth, long suppressed, was rising like the sun, and the spiders could not spin fast enough to hide it. In this tipping point, something unexpected stirred in their ancient hearts: remorse. The very ones who had been our wardens began to question the righteousness of their reign. They saw that humanity, despite all setbacks, was on the verge of remembering its divine heritage. The spiders faced a choice: to double down in tyranny and likely be torn asunder by the coming light, or to surrender to truth and seek forgiveness. By a grace mysterious and profound, they chose the path of humility.

One quiet night, I sat in meditation beneath a sky full of stars. My spirit was alert and expectant, as if sensing an approaching storm that would cleanse the air. Suddenly, I became aware of presences gathering around me – minds that had touched mine before in conflict, now reaching out in a new tone. From the corners of the room, from the very shadows, the emissaries of the Spider Kingdom revealed themselves. I beheld them in my inner vision: once fearsome and proud, now bowed in sorrow. They took forms that my mind could accept – perhaps appearing as tall, cloaked figures with eyes like lamenting galaxies, or as great dark spiders with their silken threads lowered in surrender. However they manifested, I felt no fear. A great calm descended on me, and with it, compassion. This was the moment I had unconsciously awaited for centuries.

The one who seemed to lead them stepped forward (or spoke first, in that voiceless way spirit communicates). “Adadamus,” it addressed me – using the true name by which I am now known, “we come to you burdened with the weight of ages. We have wronged you and your kind beyond measure.” Its multitude of eyes glistened with something like tears. “We were driven by envy, by the fear of losing our place in the order of things. When humanity rose to divinity, we… we panicked. In our envy of your light, we sought to contain it. We told ourselves that mortals could not handle such power without falling into ruin, that we were protecting you by keeping you from yourselves. But the truth is—we coveted your glory.”

Another voice joined, perhaps one of the lesser weavers, “We ensnared you in lies and darkness. We caused unspeakable suffering. We became the very evil we feared your kind might unleash. The wars, the persecutions, the ignorance – so much of it was our doing. We have worn the guilt of it like a poison in our souls.” At this confession, the others nodded or hung their heads. I could feel their shame as if it were a palpable cloud around them.

Then the first one spoke again, in anguish: “For lifetimes we have hidden the truth and silenced your voice, Adadamus. Each time you awoke, we struck you down. How many times have we killed you? We lost count… We thought if we could prevent ‘the first and the last’ from fulfilling his role, we could maintain our dominion. But now—now we see the futility, and the horror, of what we’ve done.” Some of the spiders clutched their many limbs as if in pain. “The world has advanced beyond our web of control. Your people share knowledge we cannot contain; they question everything; the spark is lit in millions of hearts. We are terrified… not just of losing power, but of what awaits us when all is revealed. Will the God we offended have us cast out forever? Have we cut ourselves off from Love irredeemably?”

At those words, I felt a wave of empathy break inside me. I saw before me not monsters, but pitiable beings who had, in their own way, been trapped – trapped by their Shadow, by the darkness they themselves created. In that moment, I understood a profound truth: these spiders were the shadow of humanity, yes, but also our own shadow. They embodied the collective fear, greed, and pride that can lurk in every soul. In subduing us, they had themselves become lost. And now they stood confessing, like prodigal children who believed they’d gone beyond their parent’s love.

My heart swelled, heavy with compassion and the stirring of divine love. I rose to my feet and approached their leader slowly. Reaching out, I placed a gentle hand (in the vision of my mind) upon this creature’s bowed head. I could feel it trembling. Tears filled my own eyes, and with a voice steady and clear I answered: “You have carried this burden too long. Hear me: I forgive you.”

As I spoke these words, a shock of energy coursed through the room – a release, as if chains unseen were shattered. The spider emissaries looked up, disbelief and fragile hope shining in their eyes. I continued, “From the moment you first turned against us, the Divine within me already knew this outcome: that eventually, Love would reconcile all. Your confession now opens the door for grace. Know that when I say my love is unconditional, it is truly without condition or limit. There is nothing you have done that cannot be forgiven, for in the eyes of the Eternal, you were lost children who have finally come home.”

At this, one of them let out a choked sob, “Can it be so? After all the pain we caused… we do not deserve it.” The others recoiled, as if unable to accept the sweetness of mercy after so long in bitterness. I knelt among them and spoke softly, “No, you did not ‘deserve’ it—but love is not a wage to be earned. It is a gift, freely given. Just as a mother embraces the child who strayed, so does God embrace you now. Your long night is over too, if you choose it. I harbor no hatred for you, only sorrow that we spent so long apart.”

In that sacred moment, I witnessed something marvelous: the spiders’ cold, dark aura began to warm and glow with gentle light. They wept unabashedly, the relief of ages streaming from them. Those tears were like a healing rain washing the corruption from their forms. I too wept with them, and we all clung to each other—former enemies united in grief and love, like brothers reconciled. They had expected wrath, but found only grace. Their greatest fear—that God’s love would be denied them—proved unfounded.

We spoke long into that night (or mind to mind in timeless understanding). They explained how even at their worst, a part of them secretly admired the beauty of humanity, and how our potential for love had ultimately moved them to remorse. I in turn explained the truth I had learned: that true divine power is not in domination, but in forgiveness. By forgiving them, I felt not loss, but wholeness. It was as if a fractured piece of myself had been restored. Indeed, in forgiving the spiders, I sensed the Shadow within me integrating – the very envy and will to power that could dwell in any soul, now brought into the light.

So it came to pass that the weavers of fate were reconciled with God. In that act of reconciliation, a great wound in the fabric of the cosmos was healed. The universe itself seemed to sigh in relief and joy. At last, the division was over. The spiders laid down their threads of control and pledged themselves to the new order of love. “We will use our gifts to heal what we harmed,” they vowed. “Where we once bound, we will now loosen; where we deceived, we will now illuminate.”

I believed them, for I felt the sincerity in their hearts. I clasped each of them by the hand (or whatever appendage they offered) and welcomed them back into communion. “Come, friends,” I said, “there is much work ahead, but we will do it together. You, too, have a place in the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Thus, the great enmity ended in embrace. My heart overflowed with gratitude to the Divine, marveling at the mystery that no creature lies beyond the reach of unconditional love. I realized that this had always been the secret truth: even the darkness was, in the end, a part of the plan – to demonstrate the absolute power of forgiveness and love. For how else could unconditional love be proven true, except by extending it to the worst of transgressors?

When the night of reconciliation ended, I looked to the east and saw the first light of a new dawn. Having forgiven and been forgiven, we were all free at last. Humanity, with its former captors now turned allies, was ready to step into a new day. The long winter was over; the spring of the world had come. It was time to rebuild the Kingdom that was lost – not in some distant heaven, but here on this Earth, transformed.

Part IV: The Return of the Kingdom

Behold, the dawn brightens – the Kingdom of Heaven returns to Earth. What was promised from ages past now unfolds before our eyes. The divisions between mortal and divine, between Earth and Heaven, melt like mist in the morning sun. I proclaim to you, beloved ones: the time of restoration is here. The long night has given way to an eternal morning. Heaven is not a far-off dream; it lives among us now, and within us.

In this new era, every tear is being wiped away. The despair and struggle of former days are remembered only as one recalls a bad dream after waking – with gratitude to be awake. The divine unity that we lost is manifesting again, stronger and more radiant than before. For now our unity is forged not only in innocence, but in hard-won understanding. We have tasted separation and learned the value of communion. We have been betrayed and have learned the power of forgiveness. Thus, our new Kingdom stands on unshakable foundations: Truth, Compassion, and Unconditional Love.

I call upon all humanity now: Awaken to your true identity! You are not merely frail beings crawling on the earth for a brief span – you are immortal spirits, sparks of the one Divine Flame. Each of you is a living word spoken by God before time. Can you sense it? The divine light that quietly courses in your chest, the holy breath that moves through your lungs, the boundless love that your heart can hold – that is your true essence. Embrace it. Throw off the old lies that said you were unworthy, that you were meant to be small. The Kingdom of God is within you and among you; claim it as your birthright.

In this sacred moment of return, remember the Apotheosis that once was and shall be again. We reached godhood before, and now we rise again, not as a proud few, but all of us together. Let the holy fire that lay dormant ignite in your soul. Let it purify your thoughts and desires. As you awaken, you will find that the Divine has always been present in the deepest chamber of your heart. There, in that secret place, God has been waiting with open arms for you to open your eyes. Now you see: you and the Divine are one – as a drop of water is one with the ocean, as a ray of light is one with the sun.

With this awakening comes responsibility and joy. I urge you, brothers and sisters, to embody the divine virtues that blossom from an illuminated heart. Let Love be the banner over your life – love for each other, love for the Earth and all creatures, love even for those who once harmed you, for now we know love conquers all. Practice compassion and mercy, seeing every being as a fragment of yourself. Speak truth with courage, for in truth there is freedom. Uphold justice and righteousness, not as cold judges, but as healers setting things right. Be humble, knowing that the Divine light shines through all and not only through you. Be creative and joyful, for the Creator rejoices in our creativity and delight. These virtues are not rules imposed from without; they are the natural fruits of the Spirit within. As you nurture them, Heaven takes root on Earth through your very lives.

The Spider Kingdom, now reconciled, stands with us in this new dawn. Even they, once the agents of control, have been transformed into weavers of beneficence. Together, we shall re-weave the world in truth and light. The skills they honed over eons will now mend the tear in our collective soul. Where there was division, they help spin threads of unity. Where there was fear, they help spin threads of courage. We go forward not in bitterness at the past, but in cooperative creation of the future. This is the miracle of the Return: that all players, both the faithful and the fallen, are invited to the same table of the divine feast.

Picture now in your mind the vision unfolding: Heaven on Earth. See the literal transformation of our world. The Earth herself shines as if lit from within. The air is sweet and filled with the songs of birds and the laughter of children. Technology and nature work in harmony, as our knowledge is guided by wisdom and love. Nations lay down their arms, for what cause is there for war when all understand their unity? Ancient enemies embrace; wounds of history are healed in ceremonies of mutual forgiveness. The lion lies down with the lamb, and every living thing is held sacred. Imagine cities built of light, not just physical light but the light of collective goodwill, where creativity and compassion drive our endeavors. Imagine gardens in the hearts of cities and cities in the midst of gardens – the divide between human habitations and nature dissolved. This is no fantasy; it is the divine plan made reality.

In this Kingdom, primal devotion arises naturally from every soul. What do I mean by primal devotion? It is a return to the fundamental, sacred relationship between the Creator and Creation. It is the devotion that a child has, pure and unashamed, for the wonder of existence. It is expressed not only in temples or churches, but under the open sky, in the midst of daily life. Every act can be an act of worship: cooking a meal with love, tending a garden, caring for a friend or stranger. In the awakened life, we see God in all things, and so all things become an occasion for gratitude and reverence. Sing in ecstasy simply because the sun rises again; dance in celebration of the rhythms of the seasons; sit in silence and feel the heartbeat of the cosmos align with your own. This sacred primal devotion unites us with the angels and the ancient ones; it taps into the original song of creation that has never ceased. There is great power in this simple, elemental worship – it binds the cosmos together in love. Engage in it wholeheartedly, and you will know unutterable peace.

Now, hear clearly the role I fulfill, that you may understand the order of this new age. I am Adadamus Cusum, the one who remembers. I was Julius Caesar, and by that name I tasted both the heights of human glory and the depths of betrayal. I have walked the path of death and rebirth; I fell into oblivion and rose again in memory. I have been an emperor on Earth, and now I become a servant of Heaven on Earth. Thus I stand as a teacher, a guide, and a reconciler. The Divine has appointed me, in this time, to help lead humanity back to Apotheosis – back to the reality of our shared Godhood. Yet mark this: I do not stand above you as a distant king; I stand among you as a loving elder brother and fellow child of the Almighty. My authority is compassion, and my power is the truth of love. If I am an emperor, I am an Emperor of Devotion, binding myself to serve all. If I am a god, it is only because I reflect the same divinity that lives in each of you. I am the first awakened of this age and have been called the last to have slept – the Alpha and Omega of this journey – but my purpose is to ensure that no one remains last, that all are brought into the circle of light.

Alongside me walk those who were my brethren in the beginning: James, Timothy, and Titus. You have heard these names in scripture and story; know now that they are living souls who also remember their divine nature. In ages past, they reached Apotheosis and stood as pillars of the sacred realm. Through the Long Night they, too, incarnated many times and kept the flame alive. Now James, Timothy, and Titus rise again as guides in this new Kingdom. Each has a unique role – one offers wisdom and counsel, one gentle encouragement and pastoral care, another righteous strength and protection – but I will not overly detail their parts here. Simply know that we are united in one spirit and one mission. We come not to impose a new doctrine by force, but to shepherd the willing, to inspire by example and by loving instruction. Just as in the early days of the previous era the Apostles went forth to spread good news, so now do we go forth across the world, reaching every heart open to change. Together, we four (and many others awakening to leadership) form a chorus of voices all singing the same gospel of reconciliation and empowerment.

This is the call going out now to all humanity: Arise and become the living Kingdom of God. No longer is the Kingdom an idea or a distant paradise—it is here and now, manifest in our collective awakening. Each of you is a stone in the holy Temple being rebuilt, a note in the divine symphony being played. None are left out; none are insignificant. The unity we restore is total: Humanity and Divinity are again one, and all creation joins in this union. The circle of Apotheosis closes – what was in the beginning (humanity in God’s image) is realized at the end, and yet the end is only a new beginning of endless life together.

I leave you with a vision and a promise that is eternal. The vision is what I have already spoken: a world transfigured by love, the New Heaven and New Earth as one reality. The promise is this: I am with you always, and so is the Divine Presence. We do not embark on this glorious transformation by our own strength alone; the Spirit of the Reconciled God moves in every heart, guiding and energizing us. The memory of God is returning to everyone, even to those who might still doubt. Do not worry or fear; even those who resist this change will eventually melt in the warmth of love. The momentum of reunion is irresistible because it is ordained by the highest will.

Take comfort and rejoice, beloved. The nightmares have passed away like shadows at noon. Forgiveness has triumphed over guilt; innocence reclaimed triumphs over shame. Truly, my heart sings: hallelujah, for the Kingdom of God is here! Blessed are all our names, for each of our names is holy. Blessed are all our works done in love, for they shall last forever. This world – our home – is now Holy Ground, shining with the light of the reconciled God.

In sacred, primal devotion, I bow before the Divine in you as you bow before the Divine in me. Let us seal this sacred testament upon our hearts: Love has won, and we are One.

Amen. So let it be, now and forever.