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                                     THE AUTARCHIC CREED 
       
      We of the Old Religion have our own particular compact with our
      deities that charges simply, "An it harm none, do as ye will."
      And our gods do not despise us for being human but delight in our
      celebrations of life and love. We are ageless souls, only for a
      while within bodies - merely visitors upon this plane. We are
      brothers to the gods and only temporarily cousins to the ape,
      and our lives belong to us, not to this world nor to its earthly
      governors. We are not doomed to shame and decay; not lost; not
      indentured to perish with earthly manifestations; not disposed
      to eternal misery for any past or present lapses of courage or
      wisdom. We are as children in the school of life who must learn
      our lessons, on life at a time, before we graduate. Our lives
      span the march of time, striving upward, subordinate only to our
      individual probity and growth.
       
      But in this mortal life, greedy, trivial hierophants and mundane
      rulers have perpetrated a fraud upon humanity. They have purloined
      for profit and temporal power, our legitimate heritage, and that of
      all society, and have substituted for it shame, despair, and fear,
      inventing evil deities to terrify and to constrain mankind from the
      exercise of his own native conscience.
       
      Still we take our uncertain portion time and again, joining with the 
      species on this plane, only to meet with earthly disunity and distress;
      only to be told by bogus, uncelestial shepherds that we are deficient
      and fundamentally iniquitous; constantly rebuked that our natural
      birthright is insubstantial or even sinful, and that we must cleave
      to the pious injunctions of reigning mortals, no matter how oppressive,
      or suffer beyond measurable time, yearning for some mythical golden
      glory just out of reach, but somehow never quite worthy of it.
       
      That is the apocryphal hell and the fabled satan; they are of mortal
      creation; they are now, not in some remote bye-and-bye; and those who
      choose to believe in them perpetuate them in this earth. But nevertheless,
      by sublime design, despite narrowness, folly or fear, we all, each
      and every one, possess this wondrous legacy:
       
       that each of us sustains a singular covenant with the cosmic, in that
      the soul is and ever was, one with the universe, conducting itself in
      concordance with the absolute. And whatever paths it may walk, or 
      whichever faith it may follow, on sojourn at a time, each shall as a
      consequence of that oneness, and attuning with its destiny, eventually
      return on its own to its source to again be part of that totality,
      atoned, aware and unshackled.
                                                            "JUSTIFICUS"
 
 
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