A Prayer for a Demiurge

Posted on January 10, 2003 in Anger Myths & Mysticism

There’s a passage in one of the Gnostic Gospels in which Yahweh spouts off about how great He is because He created the universe. From somewhere above Him, another voice, that of Sophia, says “Stop bragging Yahweh. I created you.”

Last night, I lay in a torpor for awhile composing a prayer. “What I want,”
I said to the Universe, “is for this God person to stop directing my life, to take his hand out of it. I want to be towards you as the pebbles are towards the stream which runs over them, shapes them, and smooths them.” Then I spoke to the Demiurge: “Stop getting into my life. Get Thee behind me — where Satan is — and push.”

As the stream runs clear and cool over its bed, so did I finally fall asleep.

Perhaps this is a step in recovery, redemption, or both.