Now that we know where we come from, we can address one of philosophy’s and theology’s greatest mysteries: why would a perfect Creator make an imperfect creation? Anyone out there got the skinny on this? Leibniz was lampooned by Voltaire for suggesting that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and that is quite understandable why that would seem so ridiculous. Leibniz’s thinking, though, maybe one should wonder: if there is a God, why would He not make the best world that He could?
Well, if we go back to my original question, of why a perfect Creator would make an imperfect creation. . .short answer, He didn’t. Long answer, there was a golden age way, way back (which seems to exist in us, in some deep memory, impossibly) where all was good and there was no pain, perfect as the Creator had made them, all these of that lost past. All things were of the Grand Design, the Plan which encompassed the promise of Eternity. But came along one named Lucifer, who was the Morning Star, first among the created beings, who desired to make himself like unto God. What you’re looking at, when you look around the world today, this is the long answer. This is a broken world. Lucifer broke everything. You have no idea what this place was supposed to be because he wrecked even the concept of that. Neither heaven nor earth were spared. Not destiny itself.
And there was War in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought, and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. All the visions of my life have this at its center. What I learned about the origins of all things—this as well—found reference to me in multiple aspects.
In my visions in which I spoke to angels, they said that there was something in me which reminded them of him, the Morning Star. And in my visions I have carried out mighty things, of which there is not one on earth who truly knows about them, this being mercy granted me. Conversations with those beyond, and God himself, and some lectures I gave to the crowd I could not see, but thought they were there. And so it hit me one day: I am Lucifer’s replacement. That was the only theory that made sense of everything. Everything in my life, of earth, and of heaven—all whom I was acquainted with. My big “why” over all things. But one repercussion of that thought was to understand a phenomenal thing, that being, Lucifer was never meant to fall. It was not God who made (him) the Devil.
Much that had occurrence in my life, that my life was of so great import had an answer here. I am teacher, poet, and most importantly, friend, especially to those of the world above—the Halospace. I am doing what Lucifer was supposed to do. I am who Lucifer was supposed to be. It was not “supposed” to be this way. This world was not meant to be a broken one. There’s even that line from the movie, Kingdom of Heaven: “All is as God wills it.” To which I say, “It’s not. It’s really not. God didn’t will for all the pain, the ruin, the hate, and all the rest of the bullshit of the world.”
If there had been an Adam & Eve, they, too, were not supposed to have eaten of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. Just because you can predict that that was how it was inevitably going to happen, it don’t make a bad thing a good thing. All the horrible things: yes, we are going to see to it that since the bad things happened, that this place we will make of it better than if they never happened at all, but hear now that this was not what God had meant for us or the world. It was supposed to have stayed perfect. All of it, not just Him (or Them, which I inform you while we’re here that They do prefer as pronoun).
I am Oblivion, angel in the line of Michael.
Prophet in the line of Philip K. Dick.
Alchemist in the line of Isaac Newton.
Dragon in the line of Bruce Lee.
Yes, I am Dragon the new, which can be named FRACTAL, opposed to the one whom we lost, named OUROBOROS, who chose to be SATAN as he saw fit, Dragon of old.
…and you know not what hour has come to pass.