Tablet IV: The Space Born

Most people are still looking for extraterrestrials in the sky.

But Thoth makes it clear: the real contact happens within.

In Tablet IV, he reveals something most religious traditions would consider heresy—that he is not of Earth. That he and the ancient ones, the “Children of Light,” were born of the stars and incarnated into human form to uplift consciousness during Earth’s darkest cycles.

He refers to himself explicitly as one who came “from beyond the space-time”, who chose to enter the limitations of matter in order to seed wisdom and restore balance. He calls himself a Son of the Morning, and he names the being who governs his mission: the Dweller in Unal, a luminous intelligence whose presence is not only vast, but directly intertwined with Thoth’s immortality.

This is the tablet where Thoth begins to sound less like a philosopher and more like an interdimensional strategist. He explains that time is layered. That stars have consciousness. That light beings from outside time descend in cycles to assist planetary ascension. He names cosmic laws and warns of the risk of forgetting them—that when humanity cuts itself off from its stellar origin, it descends into ignorance and self-destruction.

But this isn’t just a galactic history lesson.

It’s a personal invitation.

He tells us that those with “starborn blood” carry a duty—to remember why they came, to live in alignment with law, and to act in service to the Great Light. He gives commandments in this tablet. But unlike the dogmatic rules of religion, these are vibrational codes.

He instructs us to master emotion, to refine perception, and to remember that we are more than bodies—we are flames borrowed from the stars, temporarily walking in skin.

This is where the Emerald Tablets begin to feel less like teachings from an ancient priest…

and more like a mission briefing from your galactic self.

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Below is the full text of Tablet IV, as translated by Dr. Doreal:

THE EMERALD TABLET IV: The Space Born

List ye, O man, to the voice of wisdom,

list to the voice of Thoth, the Atlantean.

Freely give I to thee of my wisdom,

gathered from the time and space of this cycle;

master of mysteries, Sun of the morning,

Thoth the teacher of men, is of ALL.

Long time ago, I in my childhood,

lay ’neath the stars on long-buried Atlantis,

dreaming of mysteries far above men.

Then in my heart grew there a great longing to conquer the pathway that led to the stars.

Year after year I sought after wisdom,

seeking new knowledge, following the way,

until at last my Soul, in great travail,

broke from its bondage and bounded away.

Free was I from the bondage of Earth-men.

Free from the body, I flashed through the night.

Unlocked at last for me was the star-space.

Free was I from the bondage of night.

Now to the end of space sought I wisdom,

far beyond knowledge of finite man.

Far into space, my Soul traveled freely

into infinity’s circle of light.

Strange, beyond knowledge, were some of the planets,

great and gigantic, beyond dreams of men,

yet found I Law in all of its beauty,

working through and among them as here among men.

Rested I there on a planet of beauty.

Strains of harmony filled all the air.

Shapes there were, moving in Order,

great and majestic as stars in the night;

mounting in harmony, ordered equilibrium,

symbols of the Cosmic, like unto Law.

Many the stars I passed in my journey,

many the races of men on their worlds;

some reaching high as stars of the morning,

some falling low in the blackness of night.

Each and all of them struggling upward,

gaining the heights and plumbing the depths,

moving at times in realms of brightness,

living through darkness, gaining the Light.

Know, O man, that Light is thine heritage.

Know that darkness is only a veil.

Sealed in thine heart is brightness eternal,

waiting the moment of freedom to conquer,

waiting to rend the veil of the night.

Some I found who had conquered the ether.

Free of space were they while yet they were men.

Using the force that is the foundation of ALL things,

far in space constructed they a planet,

drawn by the force that flows through the ALL;

condensing, coalescing the ether into forms,

that grew as they willed.

Outstripping in science, they, all of the races,

mighty in wisdom, sons of the stars.

Long time I paused, watching their wisdom.

Saw them create from out of the ether

cities gigantic of rose and gold.

Formed forth from the primal element, base of all matter,

the ether far flung.

Far in the past, they had conquered the ether,

freed themselves from the bondage of toil;

formed in their mind only a picture and swiftly created,

it grew.

Forth then, my Soul sped, through the Cosmos,

seeing ever, new things and old;

learning that man is truly space-born,

a Sun of the Sun, a child of the stars.

Know ye, O man, whatever from ye lives is only another form of that which is not of ye (the ALL).

Call it not ever the names of the gods,

for know that all is of ONE and exists as a part of the ONE.

Light is life, for without the great Light nothing can ever exist.

Know ye, that in all formed matter, the heart of Light always exists.

Aye, even though bound in the darkness,

Light inherent exists.

Once I stood in the Halls of Amenti

and heard the voice of the Lords of Amenti,

saying in tones that rang through the silence,

words of power, mighty and potent.

Chanted they the song of the cycles,

the words that open the path to beyond.

Aye, I saw the great path opened and looked for a moment into the beyond,

saw I the movement of the cycles,

vast as the thought of the Source could convey.

Knew I then even Infinity is moving on to some unthinkable end.

Saw I that the Cosmos is Order and part of a movement that extends to all space,

a part of an Order of Orders,

constantly moving in a harmony of space.

Saw I the wheeling of cycles like vast circles across the sky.

Knew I then that all that has being is growing to meet yet another being

in a far-off grouping of space and of time.

Knew I then that in Words are power to open the planes that are hidden from man.

Aye, that even in Words lies hidden the key that will open above and below.

Hark ye, now man, this word I leave with thee.

Use it and ye shall find power in its sound:

Utter the word: ZIN-URU and power ye shall find.

Yet must ye understand that man is of Light and Light is of man.

List ye, O man, and hear a mystery stranger than all that lies ’neath the Sun.

Know ye, O man, that all space is filled by worlds within worlds;

aye, one within the other yet separate by Law.

Once in my search for deep buried wisdom,

I opened the door that bars THEM from man.

Called I from the other planes of being,

one who was fairer than the daughters of men.

Aye, I called her from out of the spaces, to shine as a Light in the world of men.

Used I the drum of the serpent.

Wore I the robe of the purple and gold.

Placed on my head, I, the Crown of Silver.

Around me the circle of cinnabar shone.

Raised I my arms and cried the invocation that opens the path to the planes beyond,

cried to the Light to come forth from the gateway,

cried to the doorway that I had created.

Gave I the name of the One that I called forth from the uttermost spaces.

Using the name that has the power to shatter the veil.

Cried I aloud the name and the power of the name.

Blew I then with my breath the circle and entered into the flame.

Gave I directions to the Dweller,

commanding him to aid me in my quest.

I then created the circle around me and stood in the flame of the circle of fire.

Cast I my Soul into the dark,

and called her from the place of the Dweller.

Called I the Soul of Light

from the Halls of the Night.

Called her from the realm of darkness

to shine as a Light in the world.