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I wish I could tell you when my journey began. To be honest, I don’t think I ever officially started. More like I was always on the journey, but I spent most of my life asleep to the fact. There’s a certain tugging feeling you get when your soul is stirring: as if some greater force is pulling it from the dream into wakefulness. I realized this was the case and the result of that was Tales of Gnostic Beauty. But don’t read it thinking this is the end of my story–my journey–because nothing could be further from the truth. This is only the beginning, and it is no longer just my story. It is your story too. So please share your encounter with Tales of Gnostic Beauty or moments of gnostic beauty you’ve experienced. After all, thanks to the demiurge, all stories are one story and the only way out is to start spinning your own yarn.

With all my love,


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