A Journey Through Arcane Philosophy and Gnosticism

The Fog of Forgetfulness — A Reflection from the Gospel of Truth

"Ignorance of the Father brought about terror and fear. And terror became dense like a fog, that no one was able to see..." Gospel of Truth

In the sacred hush between knowing and not knowing, there arises a fog, not of weather, but of spirit. This passage from the Book of Truth speaks not merely of error as a mistake, but as a condition: a fog of forgetfulness that veils the soul from its source.

“And there came one who shaped fog from silence and clothed it in the likeness of light. He whispered, ‘This is the way,’ but his voice was hollow, for he had never seen the sun…”

Error, we learn, has no root. It mimics truth in form and beauty but lacks essence. It is a shadow cast by absence, not a substance in itself. This illusion, this figure of falsehood, seeks to seduce the souls caught "in the middle," fashioning forgetfulness and fears to beguile and bind.

Yet even in this shadowed work, something stirs:

“The children of the middle wandered, their eyes veiled in the mist of forgetting. Yet one among them remembered the warmth, and cried out, not in fear, but in flame…”

The truth is not perturbed. It remains unchanging and utterly beautiful. And knowledge—like a hidden ember—breaks the illusion. This is no mere philosophical concept; it is a spiritual call to remember. For if forgetfulness arose because they did not know the Father, then to know Him is to end its reign.

“Then the fog recoiled, for it had no root in the Father. And the name of the flame was Knowledge, and its breath was Remembrance.”

Forgetfulness, for all its haunting power, is not of the Father. It was never revealed as light, never known as truth. Knowledge is the antidote, remembrance the flame that pierces the veil.

It is a call to awaken. To remember. To see through the terror that masquerades as truth. For those “of the middle”—those caught between flesh and spirit, between knowing and forgetting—this passage offers both diagnosis and cure.

"If they then come to know the Father, from that moment on forgetfulness will cease to exist."

May this be the work, to pierce the fog, to name the false light, and to remember the unchanging beauty of the Real.

Fragment 7: The Fog-Maker

And there came one who shaped fog from silence and clothed it in the likeness of light. He whispered, “This is the way,” but his voice was hollow, for he had never seen the sun.

The children of the middle wandered, their eyes veiled in the mist of forgetting. Yet one among them remembered the warmth, and cried out, not in fear, but in flame.

Then the fog recoiled, for it had no root in the Father. And the name of the flame was Knowledge, and its breath was Remembrance.