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“He who knows the meaning of my words shall not know death.” That line might as well be the epigraph for Geoffrey Hodson’s Hidden Wisdom in the Holy Bible. This is not a book for the small-minded, for those who seek a religion of closed doors and mistake a long beige hallway for revelation. It is for seekers who sense that we are quantum beings, and that scripture isn’t a cage but a constellation—an initiatory map encrypted in allegory and symbol.
To read the Bible literally is to flatten the wave into oblivion. To read it esoterically is to glimpse what the Library of Alexandria once held in abundance: gnosis that soul and cosmos are mirrors, and that sacred text is a ritual operating system for awakening. Hodson retrieves fragments of that current—hidden wisdom that had to be crammed through cracks, smuggled across centuries while empires tried to standardize mystery into dogma.
There’s a wink here toward Alexander the Great’s legendary quest for the Emerald Tablet, the eternal “as above, so below” cipher of cosmic truth. And a reminder that even at the Council of Nicaea, as radical fervor swept the empire, the quantum magic was never fully extinguished—it lingered, encrypted in the very stories that zeal sought to simplify.
The Christ story itself becomes an initiatory journey, a path through death and descent toward transfiguration. Hodson shows how Biblical symbols encode not just theology but psychospiritual practice for those with eyes to see.
And look—full disclosure: I have a religious studies degree from Indiana University, so I clearly (maybe?) kind of know what I’m talking about. Or maybe I just like to make shit weird. Either way, this book lights up those hidden frequencies and reminds us: revelation has always been stranger than literalism.