"I stood on a lofty mountain and saw a Great Man, and another, a dwarf, and heard as it were a Voice of thunder, and drew nigh for to hear. And He spake unto me and said: 'I am thou, and thou art I; and wheresoever thou art, I am there, and in all am I sown (or scattered). And whencesoever thou willest, thou gatherest Me; and gathering Me, thou gatherest Thyself.'" (_F._, 439.) This is a vision of the Great Person and little person, of the Higher Self and lower self. It may also be interpreted in terms of the Logos and humanity; but it comes nearer home to think of it as the mystery of the individual man--the scattering of the Limbs of the Great Person in the personalities that have been his in many births. This idea is brought out more clearly in a passage from _The Gospel of Philip_. It is an apology or defence, as it was called, a formula to be used by the soul in its ascent above, as it passed through the space of the Midst; and for the mystic it is a declaration of the state of a man who is in his last compulsory earth-life. "I have recognised myself, and gathered myself together from all sides. I have sown no children for the Ruler, but have torn up his roots, and have gathered together my Limbs that were scattered abroad. I know Thee who Thou art; for I am of those from Above." (_Ibid._) He has sown no children to the Ruler, the Lord of Death; he has not contracted any fresh debt, or created a new form of personality, into which he must again incarnate. But he has torn up the roots of Death, by shattering the form of egoity, and bursting the bonds of Fate. He has gathered together his Limbs, completed the articulation of his Perfect Body. The Limbs were according to certain orderings, one of which was the configuration of the five-fold Star, the five-limbed Man. Thus in _The Acts of Thomas_ we read: "Come Thou who art more ancient far than the five holy Limbs--Mind, Thought, Reflection, Thinking, Reasoning! Commune with them of later birth!" (_F._, 422.) These five Limbs are also the five Words of the mystery of the Vesture of Light in the _Pistis Sophia_ (p. 16), with which the Christ is clothed in power on the Day of Triumph, the Great Day "Come unto us," when His Limbs are gathered together and the Song of the Powers begins: "Come unto us, for we are Thy Fellow-Limbs. We are all one with thee. We are one and the same, and Thou art one and the same." In the whole document much is said of the "sweet mysteries that are in the Limbs of the Ineffable," but it would be too long to repeat it here. It will be perhaps of greater service to append a very striking passage, from _The Books of the Saviour_, which has been copied into the MS. of the _Pistis Sophia_ (pp. 253, 254):