The Great Gift

The Great Gift is the primary holy text of Orgilism

The date when the original passages of the book were written is uncertain, but it was first translated from the native language of the Altin Qoyunlu only recently.

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Blessed is He, Kalday, the holy of holies, the One, the Great Mind in which all emanations of our souls derive. Blessed is his realm which we may soon enter gaining his knowledge. May those who read this message understand his truth, his one being, and be liberated from the realm you inhabit to achieve the knowledge needed on your journey. Kalday, the creator of all forms, Knowledge, Perfection, Truth, Memory, Love. All of the metaphysical abstractions that we in the physical world only can briefly feel and loosely grasp all exist in infinite excess in the eternal plane. Kalday is the one, the beginning of all consciousness and being, of the fundamental essence that is. In our earthy prison of flesh we only can fleetingly feel the forms created for our souls, we can only view them from the perspective of our flesh. When Kalday created all forms, it was he who shared with these emanations consciousness. And with this consciousness came will. And with will, the emanation of knowledge, Akna, through her attempt to understand Kalday’s infinite consciousness and omniscience, birthed he, Batken. She came to understand envy, survival, utility, and this knowledge came to impregnate her consciousness. Her mind became obsessed with the pursuit of utility, optimization, what we in his realm call ‘nature’. These horrors burst from her, she had given birth to him, Batken, the fount of all that is corrupted. Batken, our overlord, our earthly creator. In obsessive pursuit of utility, production, cruelty, realized he had no control over the free minds of the eminations created by Kalday. Batken internalized envy, and sought to create a world that operated outside of knowledge as the emanations and souls understood it.

In his efforts, he created the material world, earth, nature, and its cruelties. In order to fit his idea of the universe, he cursed us with the laws of ‘nature’. A cruel unforgiving world in which only the most barbaric and corrupt may rise. The material world rewards cruelty, war, theft, destruction, in his world there is no benefit to kindness, there is reward for knowledge. The material world we are trapped in solely determines your suffering based on how you live in it in accordance with these rules. If you do not kill you starve, if you do not fight you die, if you do not sin you waste away. For many millions of years he sat and watched his creations destroy one another in an endless hoard of violence. But he, knowing that his creations lacked consciousness, could not truly feel suffering. In his arrogance, he began to trap the many of the infinite souls of existence into his world. He, for his cruel world, created in his own image, mankind. This man, this earthly body, is a prisoner's cage. It binds the soul to its body, and Batken does with it as he pleases. Giving these souls plagues, hatred, fear. But the souls, once coming from outside of his control, are still in their own right capable of accessing the emanations of Kalday. We may still feel Knowledge, Perfection, Truth, Memory, Love because we once knew these truths. But in Batken’s world in his world there is no perfection, truth is subjective, love is physical, memory is fleeting.

Those souls that play into Bakens urges, Envy, Utility, Nature, forever inhabit the mortal realm. They are the souls that are complacent, they do not resist him. Their reward for following him is eternity suffering in the physical world. They do not live longer than other souls, as all souls are infinite. Instead, they are imprisoned to live again and again in flesh, to suffer, to feel pain and sorrow endlessly at his expense. Batken made the world and the ‘Natural Order” to keep these souls trapped, endlessly following his values and beliefs. His followers call him by many names, some seeing him as one, some seeing him as many. They may call themselves by different names, say they are different faiths, but all truly worship him, Batken, the god of this world. And in our creation we played for many thousands of years by Batken’s rules. We fought with the material tools he gave us, rocks, sticks, teeth, bones. Kalday, in his infinite mercy, saw the brutality the souls of Batken’s world endured, and to remind the souls of the cosmos in which they came, he sent us a gift. A creation in the physical world, the only one not of Batken’s making. A single golden sheep, a perfect form. Its wooly hairs, all exactly the same length, its body, perfectly symmetrical, its eyes as pure white, its pupils a pure black. This perfect gift, created outside of Batken’s control, drove him mad. He invented lightning, earthquakes, floods, volcanos, great funnels of wind, everything in his power to destroy this intrusion on his authority. But the Golden Sheep persisted. It was above him, a pure, uncorrupted form. Something that could not be affected by the powers of the physical world. The souls and their flesh prisons saw it, and rejoiced.

It was not until we began to follow Kalday’s gift, the Golden Sheep, that we began to escape this brutish existence. In love, we found community, in perfection, we found art, in truth, we found justice, in memory, we made writing, in knowledge, we found Kalday. Batken is a mere emanation of Akna, knowledge. Knowledge is the only bridge between our trapped souls and infinity, in which Knowledge, Perfection, Truth, Memory, Love, can be fully attained, unimpeded, unmitigated. Only through achieving the knowledge of the cosmos may we ascend outside of Bakten’s realm of physicality. The community that follows the Golden Sheep, now spend their earthly existence trying in their earthly minds to have a full understanding of Kalday, to truly grasp his omniscience. Only when the souls do this, may they escape Batkens tortuous world forever. Until then, even with Kalday’s gifts, we are still forced to live by his rules. (edited)

In the sheep, Kalday gave a message, The high shammen of Kalday can look to the sheep’s wool for prophecies. One rings clear, among all shamen, among many thousands of years. It is the eternal struggle of you trapped souls to resist Batken’s world. It must be destroyed. One day, I will come and liberate all souls from Batken’s prison world. When this day comes, all souls who know must proselytize. Souls must be given the way out so as not to still be trapped under Batken’s rule. The only way out is through knowledge and comprehension of I, Kalday. When the end is about to befall his world, I will produce for you many thousands of golden sheep, all emanating from the one I have given you. When this time comes, you must take them to all the people of the world and grant them the bridge to the eternal. You will grant them through this eternal peace, where they may experience Knowledge, Perfection, Truth, Memory, Love, unclouded by him. As you save these souls through this message, you must destroy the world, as I will on the final day. No longer fear Batken’s power, destroy the hedonistic pleasures he created to subdue those who do not follow me, and when you do, without the distractions of flesh, they will come to me, and will know. When this time comes, when his physical world is destroyed, only those willing to leave it behind will escape his grasp.