O YE kinsmen of the Most Great Remembrance! This
Tree of Holiness, dyed crimson with the oil of servitude,
hath verily sprung forth out of your own soil in the midst
of the Burning Bush, yet ye comprehend nothing whatever
thereof, neither of His true, heavenly attributes, nor of the
actual circumstances of His earthly life, nor of the evidences
of His powerful and unblemished behaviour.
Actuated by your own fancies, you consider Him to be
alien to the sovereign Truth, while in the estimation of God
He is none other than the Promised One Himself, invested
with the power of the sovereign Truth, and verily He is, as
decreed in the Mother Book, held answerable in the midst
of the Burning Bush…