thousand, and then there is no remedy more; for then it will be wholly one with itself again, and go into the first will again, and give itself into obedience, and become one thing again; and then it beginneth to number again; yet it is good at, first, so long as it remaineth in paucity [a small or little thing] : but that which hath a great deal of room is not easily quashed; but that which is squeezed into a narrow room, and shut up close, will always strive to get out above its limit, and easily surmises that its neighbour's dwelling doth also belong to it, and will always break the reins and bounds. And although, thus out of one thing there groweth another, yet being not agreeable to the first will, out of which it is grown originally, therefore it is not its true son, but is a wild twig [or branch], which is opposite to the mother, and loveth not the mother: for it groweth up in its malice, and therefore the mother taketh it not again into her first will, that it may subsist eternally, but letteth it run on to its limit
[or end].
51. But when the mother seeth that all her children thus break off from her, forsake her, and become strange to her, she falleth into sorrow and lamentation, she hopeth for amendment, and yet it cometh not, and then she herself seeketh the turba [or destruction], for she turneth her will again into herself, and seeketh the genetrix: and there she findeth a new child in the lily twig [the purity] and giveth the apostate children to the turba, so that they themselves devour and murder one another;
also she poureth forth their own turba and poison upon them, that they may be divided and taken out of the way; that she may bring up her young son that may continue in her house, wherein she may have joy.
52. Thus it is spoken to thee, thou great and broad tree [of the generation of Adam], who in the beginning wast a little branch; thou wast created in one will only, all thy twigs should have that will of thine, but the devil grudged thee that, and strewed poison into thy will, out of which the turba grew: and so thou hast spoiled all thy children and twigs therewith, so that the turba is grown up also into every little twig: Thou didst enter into pride, and wentest forth from the first will, which God gave thee, into the great wonders of the great turba [or uproars, and commotions, contention and destruction in the four elementary worlds], wherewith all thy children were enamoured, and left thee [thy first will] .
53. Therefore saith the mother of the genetrix [the eternal nature],
I am in anguish, I had planted me a little tree,
and desired to eat of its good fruit; but it hath borne much wild fruit, which I have no mind to eat of; I will conceive, and bring forth a young son in my old age, which may continue in my house, and do my will, that I may have joy at last; since all my children leave me, I will take comfort in my young son, and he shall remain in my house while I live, and Satan shall not tempt him. I will put a child's garment upon him, and he shall dwell with me in a total childish simplicity:
behold! I will generate him out of the first root, and will break the turba: for its number in the crown is accomplished.
54. What seek you so much, you wild branches? You say you are above the mother, [above the spirit of God] ; you have art, knowledge, and learning; what delight hath the mother in your wit and art? She desireth no art and wit; for she is altogether simple, and counteth but [the number] one; if you would please the mother, you must go from the multiplicity into one again; not through art and wit, but you must go forth out of your proud turba, out of self, into simple humility; you must leave the bravery and hypocrisy of your own wit that proceeds from the turba, and become as children, else you are not acceptable to your first mother, but the turba taketh you up; and then consider where you shall remain, when God shall judge the secrets of mankind, when all shall pass through the fire of his wrath, saith the spirit of the great wonders.
thousand, and then there is no remedy more; for then it will be wholly one with itself again, and go into the first will again, and give itself into obedience, and become one thing again; and then it beginns to number again; yet it is good at, first, so long as it remains in paucity [a small or little thing] : but that which has a great deal of room is not easily quashed; but that which is squeezed into a narrow room, and shut up close, will always strive to get out above its limit, and easily surmises that its neighbour's dwelling does also belong to it, and will always break the reins and bounds. And although, thus out of one thing there grows another, yet being not agreeable to the first will, out of which it is grown originally, therefore it is not its true son, but is a wild twig [or branch], which is opposite to the mother, and loves not the mother: for it grows up in its malice, and therefore the mother takes it not again into her first will, that it may subsist eternally, but letts it run on to its limit
[or end].
51. But when the mother sees that all her children thus break off from her, forsake her, and become strange to her, she falls into sorrow and lamentation, she hopes for amendment, and yet it comes not, and then she herself seeks the turba [or destruction], for she turns her will again into herself, and seeks the genetrix: and there she finds a new child in the lily twig [the purity] and gives the apostate children to the turba, so that they themselves devour and murder one another;
also she pours forth their own turba and poison upon them, that they may be divided and taken out of the way; that she may bring up her young son that may continue in her house, wherein she may have joy.
52. Thus it is spoken to you, you great and broad tree [of the generation of Adam], who in the beginning were a little branch; you were created in one will only, all your twigs should have that will of your, but the devil grudged you that, and strewed poison into your will, out of which the turba grew: and so you have spoiled all your children and twigs therewith, so that the turba is grown up also into every little twig: You did enter into pride, and wentest forth from the first will, which God gave you, into the great wonders of the great turba [or uproars, and commotions, contention and destruction in the four elementary worlds], wherewith all your children were enamoured, and left you [your first will] .
53. Therefore says the mother of the genetrix [the eternal nature],
I am in anguish, I had planted me a little tree,
and desired to eat of its good fruit; but it has borne much wild fruit, which I have no mind to eat of; I will conceive, and bring forth a young son in my old age, which may continue in my house, and do my will, that I may have joy at last; since all my children leave me, I will take comfort in my young son, and he shall remain in my house while I live, and Satan shall not tempt him. I will put a child's garment upon him, and he shall dwell with me in a total childish simplicity:
behold! I will generate him out of the first root, and will break the turba: for its number in the crown is accomplished.
54. What seek you so much, you wild branches? You say you are above the mother, [above the spirit of God] ; you have art, knowledge, and learning; what delight has the mother in your wit and art? She desires no art and wit; for she is altogether simple, and counts but [the number] one; if you would please the mother, you must go from the multiplicity into one again; not through art and wit, but you must go forth out of your proud turba, out of self, into simple humility; you must leave the bravery and hypocrisy of your own wit that proceeds from the turba, and become as children, else you are not acceptable to your first mother, but the turba takes you up; and then consider where you shall remain, when God shall judge the secrets of mankind, when all shall pass through the fire of his wrath, says the spirit of the great wonders.
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