The Secret of the Emerald Tablet

In an age when gods still whispered to

mortals, when wisdom traveled not in

books but on the breath of stars, a boy

named Bellinas wandered the ancient

streets of Tiana, haunted by a question

no one could answer.

>> What is truth? And why do I hunger for

it? So,

>> born in the first century AD, Balinas

was no ordinary child.

Blessed with a powerful memory and

radiant beauty, he devoured every

subject he encountered.

But the more he learned, the deeper his

longing grew. His questions wore down

his teachers. His father called it

madness.

And one day he stopped speaking to his

son altogether.

Alone cast off, the boy wandered Tayana

like a beggar, seeking someone, anyone

who could reach the depths of his soul.

Until one morning, he came upon a

forgotten statue near the edge of town.

A bearded figure carved in marble,

seated high upon a gilded column.

>> Who are you?

>> An inscription on the column read,

"Behold,

I am Hermes Tismagistos.

He who is threefold in wisdom.

Let him who would learn and know the

secrets of creation and nature inquire

beneath my feet.

The boy returned each day, whispering

his soul to the cold stone, as though

Hermes himself might answer,

>> "Teach me, Hermes. Please show me the

truth."

>> Then one morning, just before sunrise,

a golden light struck the statue's base,

illuminating the brass plate. And again,

Bellinas read the inscription.

Let him who would learn and know the

secrets of creation and nature inquire

beneath my feet.

Gasping with sudden realization,

Bellinas began to dig at Hermes's feet.

By noon, he had uncovered a narrow

opening into the earth. A cave so black

that no torch could stay lit inside. The

winds howled as if the gods were testing

him. That night, Bellinus slept by the

statue and dreamed.

And in his dream, Bellinas saw a radiant

man appear beside the cave.

Oh, Bellinas,

rise and enter this chamber to attain

the secrets of creation.

But carry your light in a glass vessel.

For the winds within snuff out all naked

flame.

>> Who are you?

>> I am your own being,

perfect and subtle.

The next morning, the boy crafted a

lantern from glass, lit his flame, and

stepped into the darkness.

Though the winds howled around him, his

flame did not extinguish.

After the winds ceased, ahead, Bellinas

could see a distant light.

He approached.

Before him stood a golden throne,

and seated in it the mummified corpse of

Hermes, a shining greencoled tablet in

his lap.

Drawing closer, the boy began to read

the words written upon the emerald

tablet.

I speak not that which is false, but

only that which is certain and most

true.

That which is above is like that which

is below and that which is below is like

that which is above

to accomplish the miracle of the one

thing.

As all things come from the one by the

mediation of the one. So all things are

produced from this one thing by

adaptation.

Its father is the sun. Its mother is the

moon. The wind carried it. The earth

nursed it. It is the cause of all

perfection throughout the world.

Its power is perfect when changed into

earth.

Separate the earth from the fire, the

subtle from the gross. It ascends from

earth to heaven and descends to earth

again.

Thus you will possess the glory of the

whole world and all obscurity will fly

away.

This thing is the fortitude of all

fortitude because it overcomes all that

is subtle and penetrates all that is

solid. Thus are all things created.

For I am called Hermes the Thrice Great,

and what I have to say is complete.

This was not a riddle, but a map

from illusion to truth.

From the unreal to the real.

Beside Hermes lay four ancient books.

The first three taught mathematics,

astronomy, and natural law. The fourth

revealed the meaning of the emerald

tablet, the hidden link between man and

the universe.

The one thing, it lives in all things.

Bolinus would later write in his own

books. He who reads this book may, if he

chooses, be successful in realizing such

wonders.

Changed forever, Balinus renounced

violence, refused to wear animal skin,

and pledged never to harm life again. He

spoke no words for 5 years,

communicating only with his eyes, his

heart, and silence.

As Bellinus grew in wisdom and the

secrets of nature and science, he healed

the sick with his mere presence. He

taught mystics from Egypt to India and

inspired emperors with his insight.

To those who asked what the tablet

meant, he would say, "The one thing

lives in you. Unite the above and the

below.

Let your soul rise to meet your mind and

the miracle will be complete."

What Balinas found beneath that statue

was not just an ancient relic.

It was the truth waiting in all of us.

The Emerald Tablet was a gift from the

gods.

But its wisdom is a flame that waits for

you.

Seek it beneath your own feet and within

your innermost being.