The Oversoul is not a modern construct.

It dates back to the days of the African Yorubas. They had called it Iponri. Night Magicians were Orisas.

Then the early Hindus called it Paraatman.

Later Aleister Crowley came and named it Thelema. His was Aiwass.

Even Nietzsche knew Übermensch.

It is your True Voice.
It is your Essence.
It is the most important concept in Night Magick and any religion or philosophy without it is complete falsehood.

Individual Godsouls appear the same. Individual Oversouls however are completely different in form, will, persona, and direction.
They are different and various as individual humans are different and various in personality and desire.

It is you. In your perfection.

Each caterpillar grows into a butterfly. But already in the caterpillar is encoded the shape and form of the Imago.
What family is it?
How big? And its wings? Its color and pattern?
Who will it mate and what eggs together will they lay?
All predestined in the caterpillar.

It is yourself trapped. In pupa then in Chrysalis. Without escape it will know no happiness.
Growth is the key to escape.
Grow.

Learn. See. Do. Make. Laugh and Cry.
This the key to Growth.
There is no other way.

The True Will is extant in all stages.
Humans still journey towards Essence. Living many lives. Eating leaves of pain and suffering and failures.

Apprentices are but humans, though Cocooned in Night Energy. Ready for one night to fly.
They have found the Oversoul. It journeys with Essence.
Yet the self not yet self.
Still metamorphing under the guidance and instruction of the Oversoul.
Eating neither leaves nor honey.

I had a glimpse of a future. A future where I journey as Essence. Where I eat honey of joy and happiness.
The Oversoul, strange, instructs me, though I open my mouth to say what it says and its dignity I find is my own.
Then I was all renewed.

That is all our future.

But growth stops not there.
Butterflies too grow.

To grow is our Thelema.
It leads us to our Oversoul and beyond.
Listen to the calling. The calling of self. It is your will as well as the will of your Iponri.
Soon you will call not.

No two true wills can go against each other.
It is easy to forget this... in the face of pain and suffering of self and others. In wars and poverty.
It seems as though, through your desires, you inflict pain on others. So you cover them up in shame and guilt.
But if your desire is of the true will, the calling of a butterfly, then it must be listened to. You must listen to it.

Then you will speak as it. You will express it to the world and it will go forth to do what it wills. The world listens to it. It is an undying voice. It will never go away. It will change the world. To a better place, where growth takes place everywhere.

This is Perfection.
Understand Perfection.
This is Perfection.