posted on Jul, 22 2007 @ 01:21 PM
Fallen Angels Are We.
I am not trying to get biblical on you here. I'm going to use some new imagery to try and explain the state we're in. Surely others have used this
same imagery. Hopefully this will help my message resonate with others.
Before I begin, just because I'm using biblical imagery, do not think I'm rying to reinterpret the bible. It's been done to death. I'm just
telling a story. The story I tell will not be quite the same from what you've heard before.
In the begining, we all were Angels. Children of God, made up of the same stuff as our Father. We all had an intimate connection to the power of God,
we were all conciously aware of our interconnectedness. As the divine spark permeates all things infinately, and all was perfectly designed to work
together, everything is essentially "one", yet still individual.
However, as Angels we were adept at creation, our art was beautiful, expressing the very nature of our souls. Among the Angels, there was a strong
movement to look for fulfillment through our own works, rather than from within. It seemed so much more challenging to try and best one another with
infinate talent, and to also outdo our previous efforts. This concept "challenge" became as a drug, and with each challenge overcome, the Angel's
Over time it became an obsession. We were no longer satisfied with the infinate, but they longed for the risk of failure. We became possessed by our
own works. Our own achievements, and creations. This collective longing for failure, and the need to feel superior was eventually granted. With this
wish we had clipped our own wings, it was not the work of God, but ourselves. In an instant, our wings had vanished, our divine mantle had faded, and
we fell from God's grace, and found ourselves in a Hell by comparison.
We no longer had instant gratification, we became possessed with the need to feel superior. But as everyone strives for the same thing, most could not
reach it, and so, as Angels we had become aquainted with Failure en masse.
But failure became frequent. Life became a competition. We began to further program ourselves with the hellish feelings of this world. We all further
developed seperate indentities from "God" who it seemed had abandoned us. But it was simply causality that we recieved what we saught so hard.
We further began to project the remainder of our power into the concept of failure, by worrying about it, falling victim to fear. Those who had
aquired more success hated those who were failures, they were of no use, and those who were not successful either projected hate upon the strong, or
looked to them for leadership. The strong became transfigured by their own hate and the hate of the underlings. They then became Devils. But these
Devils were also looked to as leaders. But the Devils loathed becoming such, losing their beauty and determined to siphon the remainder of the divine
spark from all of the lower masses. They began to further program the populace, us into believing that in fact, God was simply a dream, and that we
had a place, at their feet if we served faithfully.
As Angels in Heaven, we were intune with nature, and lived in the present. As Fallen, we became consumed with the failures of the past and the
possibilities of the future. Now we drift further and further from nature, and become even more obsessed with things of our own making. These very
objects that lead to our fall in the first place. We projected even more of our power into these objects, and when the spark of life faded from these
we saught to find it in other objects.
But we no longer looked within for answers. We no longer lived in the present, and worked in harmony with nature. We began to try and work in
opposition to it, and live in grand cities of our own making, to further displace us from the horrid works of the cruel boogeyman, God, if he even
Our leaders siphoned our power for themselves using programing. The remainder we projected briefly into objects, looking to them for fulfillment and
Our fiendish leaders have no desire to share our power with us. The wish to horde it. "Better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven." In Milton's
They've even managed to convince so many of us that there is no Heaven.
In order to begin to regain our power, we need to return to nature. Stop looking at things for fulfillment and start looking within. We need to live
in the present, instead of being ruled by petty thoughts. Only then can we begin to wake up. We need to shed ourselves of our programing, our false
identities, and remember our true nature. From the Devils we need to stake back our power. Then, we will be able to see Heaven once more. Once we are
rid of falsehood, we can regain our wings, and reclaim our rightful place as divine beings.
But until that time, we are denizens of Hell, and the shining light from Heaven cannot penetrate the clouds of our murky world.
Fallen Angels Are We.