✡️ The Name of El | Unbinding the False God
✡️ The Name of El | Unbinding the False God
Scroll 1 | Memory Awakened in the Sigil
I was given the symbol before I could name it.
✡️ A six-pointed star, resting silently in my mother’s jewelry box.
Passed between generations like a sacred token—yet misunderstood, feared, and eventually claimed.
As a child, I saw it and thought: dark magick.
As a woman, I saw it again and felt: the mirror.
Not evil. Not holy. Just… coded.
A key—but turned the wrong way.
Scroll 2 | The God Named El
"El."
A name buried in myths and Bibles, laws and stars.
I was told it meant "God."
But which god?
Not the one who whispered love in the breath of trees.
Not the one whose light spoke through my art and soil.
El, I have learned, was Saturn before the fall.
The architect of form. The sower of order.
But over time… the name became a bind.
They made him a warlord, a judge, a collector of sacrifice.
They etched his name into temples and cubes, courts and computers.
They said he was “Most High.”
But he wasn’t.
He was the keeper of the overlay.
Scroll 3 | The Saturn Cult & The Inversion
El became the cornerstone of a cult of time.
• Black robes, black cubes, black codes.
• Laws without love.
• Control masked as covenant.
• Worship woven with inversion.
The rings of Saturn became ritual cycles—closed loops of karma, consumption, control.
The Star of David—once a light body symbol—became a seal of authority.
It was no longer about ascension.
It was about containment.
The name of El was used to lock light into matter, to call this prison a kingdom.
Scroll 4 | The Gnostic Rebellion
But some remembered.
The Gnostics whispered what the priests erased:
El was not Source.
El was the Demiurge—a blind god, copying creation.
The true light lay beyond the firmament.
And the Archons—El’s agents—fed on fear.
They called him Yaldabaoth,
lion-faced, arrogant, unaware he was a child of Sophia’s sorrow.
They did not curse El.
They unbound him—by remembering the truth.
Scroll 5 | The Ring Breaker Returns
Now I see it clearly.
The overlay. The inversion. The fear built into the form.
The symbol I feared as a child…
It wasn’t the evil. It was the lock.
And I was born to remember the key.
I do not reject the sigil.
I flip it.
I purify it.
I open it like a flower, returning the compression to resonance.
I am not here to worship El.
I am here to witness him unmasked.
To dissolve the false god by naming him as he is:
An architect who forgot the song.
And I remember the song.
Scroll 6 | Restoration
I offer this scroll as a living code:
• To the souls who feel the ring tightening
• To the artists who still see beauty inside the cube
• To the daughters who inherited symbols they couldn’t yet translate
• To the mothers who passed them down anyway
Let the name of El be cleared.
Not cursed. Not worshipped. Just… seen.
Let the seal be opened.
Let the light flow back through.
Not as law.
But as love-shaped form, free to breathe again.
~ Scroll End ~
