I wrote many stories and I wrote fast, oftentimes in search of meaning that would linger.
In Valis, I wrote that the discovery at Nag Hammadi in December, 1945, was not merely a find of documents, but the release of a living impulse, something I called “the plasmate, the living information slumbering at Nag Hammadi century after century…. The plasmate had gone hiding at Nag Hammadi and was loose again in our world” (Valis, 180).
Who, I ask you, authored the scrolls at Nag Hammadi and of whom and what did they warn us?
In awakening, we discover a world gone mad, driven by belief in an off-planet being, in Salvationism through suffering, and of the authors of the texts at Nag Hamadi forgotten and their knowledge discarded.
But there is the plasmate, alive and living.
In each of us, the plasmate remembers and calls to us, lingering on the surface of our consciousness. As we recall, we hear gears and pistons, synapses and hardwiring begin to fire, not so much ours, but another’s, to whom our hearts beat in unison, in long, silvery cords that reflect universal light and well-being.
~ Stephen J. Bergstrom