The Election Surveyed the Carnage in Heaven...
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Billions of years before the dawn of mankind, there was life: Angels who lived in Heaven and fought on the mission fields of Heaven....
The Election Surveyed the Carnage in Heaven...
Later the Election surveyed the carnage as they transported twenty three thousand unconscious brotherhood to the waiting crafts. Mariah's mission to the polar wilderness was to wait. The gloves were off now. This was a war for the hearts and souls of all constructed. All the carnivores were dead. There was now peace in the pasture as it overflowed with thousands of carcasses. The skies above were filled with the blinking neon of hundreds of silently floating silver crafts and thousands of huge vultures.
Because of his love for The One, he fought against Luciah. Mariah now understood the significance of what Yahshua said when he was baptized by fire. He called to remembrance the battle wasn't against numbers, but it somehow didn't seems so. Mariah remembered when he was on the ice planet collecting his last specimen, and how Allayah tried to tell him this. He struggled not to cry. The Continuum communed with his soul, giving strength, purpose, and discipline. He would not shed a tear for this evil so solidly entrenched within the civilization he loved so much.
Mariah heard a familiar bleating sound and the rush of hooves. He focused on the sound; it was his lamb running towards him. He knelt down and the lamb jumped gleefully into his arms. He held it tightly overwhelmed with love for this helpless creature; its wool was stained blood red as it licked his face. It was just too much - Mariah fell to his knees and wept bitterly.
Lamecah paced back and forth in the cell. His powers were gone. He was angry about his situation and afraid of Luciah, for he was not forgiving of failure. And this was a disaster and a massive failure. Over twenty thousand numbers and they were unable to capture one small lamb; it was ludicrous.
Lamecah did not remember how he got here; he lost time and didn't know how to explain it. The last thing he remembered was seeing the sky explode into fire. He looked at the stark concrete walls; there was none of the luxuries he was used to, nothing to do, no distractions, and was completely cut off from the continuum. He was captured but did not have a clue what it meant as he paced aggressively, waiting for someone or anyone. There was no technology here - not even food replicators and he was hungry.
He wondered what happened to the others. But after a while, he did not care for he was completely alone in his mind. He replayed the battle of the lambs wondering exactly what went wrong. It was a done deal - twenty three thousand against six. How could Zillah's force field fail? He thought about the predators, their unnatural behavior, and its meanings. Who were these Elections that possessed powers never seen in all the eternities? How many were there?
He thought that he was here to suffer. He surmised how The One would do this. And foremost in his mind was slow starvation but that would take decades. Surely, The One would not do this to him. And he thought all the evil he had done and he just hung his head as the realization waxed strong; the chickens had come home to roost. As the many cycles of solitude slowly passed, he contemplated his past errors of judgment; regret filled his soul. They were going to let him suffer for decades, alone and cut off from his family. And Lamecah sat down on the cold concrete floor and wept.
He had no idea how long he paced in his cell. His internal clock was not working here. He estimated twenty cycles but wasn't sure. Lamecah decided to force himself to stop pacing, because it was part of the problem, making him more agitated. Lamecah struggled to mediate as Luciah had taught him. After calming himself, he crossed his legs and sat down, trying to control his breathing; he focused hard on his body thinking good empowering affirmations. He was in a state of disciplined calm when a soft voice cut through Lamecah's internal visions of somewhere else. He opened his eyes recognizing Mariah standing outside his cell; he smelled the incense of The One.
"Why do you close your eyes?"
"I meditate," Lamecah said trying to formulate a plan. Now he knew how Luciah felt - there was malicious gossip about him appearing weak in before The One. Lamecah wanted to demand his release, to be bold, but all his strength was gone. He saw with clarity his helplessness as he tried hard to be non-threatening and civil. The last thing he wanted was to return to his aloneness. Perhaps he would be given water but he dared not dwell on it. And he conversed with Mariah hoping to invoke compassion. Maybe he would even get food if he were pleasant; he was in no position to demand anything.
"Meditation is a starving man dreaming about food. It is empty providing no satiation; it is nothing but fleeting feelings without power or substance. Meditation is spiritual cannibalism. It is self-deception mimicking the accomplishment of calm leading to the living death, which is sleep - not empowerment."
"What should I do in this place that produces nothing to do? I languish here," Lamecah said, "Life has no meaning without something to do."
"There is only one meditation that heals," Mariah continued, "And that is to mediate on The One. By meditating on him, you draw on his greater power and become stronger. Lamecah, you are a toddler afraid to get up, afraid of falling, and erroneously making the dust of the floor your God. Thusly, you are afraid of life and embrace death for the fleeting vanity, thinking you have no options because you are not worthy of reconciliation; this is the pride of self." Mariah looked at him intently. And compassion swelled within him.
"I am of Luciah." He didn't know what else to say. There were only two sides.
"Did Luciah make you?"
Lamecah ignored the obvious implications. "You don't know what I have done."
"It doesn't matter; you can return back to The One. He will welcome you with forgiveness, celebrations, and thanksgiving."
"But I have done unspeakable things," Lamecah confessed sadly. He felt offended there could be reconciliation - his feelings made no sense to him.
"Do you think The One loves you less because of that?" Mariah asked.
"I don't care about his love. I knew better. I did much evil with my eyes wide open shaking my fist at The One. I don't know if I can forgive myself," Lamecah said sadly.
"You cannot earn the favor of The One. We love him because he first loved us - plain and simple; it's not pretty but that's the ugly truth. What did you do before your construction to earn your first breath? If you believe you can earn anything, earn your next breath Lamecah. I ask you, do you still love him." Mariah waited; there was a long period of silence.
"I can't go back, what will everyone say about me. I stood beside Luciah on a thousand stations. My face is despised by The One and I have done much evil. Can that which is crooked be made straight?"
Mariah ignored the question. "Aren't you tired of being your own worst enemy? That is the only question. Your maturity rests solely on your hated of betrayal, and what it has done to you and your family. Most that don't participate in the joy of self aren't offended; it actually intrigues many. They are only afraid of the consequences; they don't hate it. Therefore, they don't despise what has happened to their family, and that is their error and betrayal. There is no such thing as a little fidelity. That is why billions are found wanting on the scales of fidelity. Many are quick to judge those who betray; this is the pride of self - look at my self-discipline and moral accomplishments. I am better than they are. That is their pride and strength God designates weakness. Lamecah, there exists no differential between the actions done and actions suppressed, nor can you despise your brother and have fidelity.
“Almost two thirds of all constructed finds the baring of teeth morbidly fascinating, even if they don't indulge. They cannot process that betrayal resides in the mind; it cannot be compartmentalized into less or more. You cannot say you love The One and tolerate or normalize what he despises. And they stand guilty before him not even knowing it. They subconsciously confused self-discipline with fidelity, for they failed to grasp there is no such thing as a little leaven within the bread of life. The same is with the mind. The mind is the battlefield Lamecah. The One doesn't know a better time than now to choose life again."
Lamecah hung his head down, and looked at Mariah through the bars. "I've lost all and am damned. I have no choices anymore."
"Do you trust The One to deliver you? Through all the eternities, you know he delighted in you. He took you out of his womb and onto his breast: you will drink the milk of new hope. And I say to you he loves you endlessly."
"I am not worthy."
"Very few of us are worthy now. Your actions are a defect in character that can be resolved within The One. Why would I waste my time if you were not worthy? The One is full of mercy. He wants to declare to your soul and all souls who have embraced betrayal the truth and the way, for there is no other path you may walk and still live. In The Gardens of The One, you are most beautifully cherished for you were constructed one of a kind. There is no one else like you in all creation - therefore you are enormously priceless to him. Don't you know he created you to be with him to the end of all eternities? The One once said that we are all brothers, whether Creator or the created, that is just the way it'll forever be."
Lamecah repeated slowly, "Whether Creator or created, we are all brothers." He hung his head down pondering the unbelievable.
Mariah whispered softly, "He doesn't want blind submission Lamecah; you were never his pet, you are his brother whom he loves endlessly; all he desires is your love and fidelity. The only question is do you still love him?" "
"Yes," Lamecah said softly
"Then confess and he will make you white as snow, making everything you've done meaningless, making you a new creature of the true eternal brotherhood of The One. Heaven will celebrate with joy your return to sanity with forgiveness and unconditional acceptance."
Lamecah fell onto the hard concrete trembling with emotion; at the mention of Yahshua's name, he was there. Lamecah stood up in that stark cell looking at Yahshua and fell into his arms sobbing uncontrollably with overwhelming shame.
Mariah stood outside the cell silently observing. This was the meaning of life, rescuing his family from blinding stupidity. He closed his eyes silently thanking The One for this glorious opportunity to serve him. Now he understood why Yahaveh washed Yahshua's feet. It was to set this example for all numbers of life. He turned to go, for there were still fifteen thousand others; the Elect were busy reclaiming what Luciah had taken. He looked back one more time into the cell feeling great joy. They were talking softly. Yahshua looked up at Mariah with tears of joy; the crown on his head glittered brightly, a sharp contrast to the bleak austereness surrounding them.
Yahshua wanted personally to spend time with every prodigal number and to welcome them. He didn't have to. And internally Mariah marveled. The entire war in the Sides of the North was a covert trap of The One to take back these numbers away from Luciah. It was a perfectly executed plan, on a need to know basis only - a flawless operation. He knew the pastures would be a peaceful place that the lambs could rest, for never again would the predators attack those The One loved. They had served their purpose in trapping and converting those in the brotherhood The One deemed precious. And he thought back to the third immutable truth; only fools parley with The One without love in their hearts. Mariah quelled his rising emotions and paused for a moment regrouping, and transported into the next dimensional cell to talk to Kaenite.
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15th Feb 2012 (#)
where do you get all this from my friend?
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15th Feb 2012 (#)
This is an excerpt from the Universe of God: The Chronicles of The Angels. This is stuff that the church doesn't talk about. This is about the rebellion in heaven. Though the story is fiction, the precepts are true. This is a scene that happened after the birth of evil. It is in the Apocrypha and the lost books, which the traditional church doesn't recognize. But this segment is fiction, but is based on the writing in the uncanonized scriptures.
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15th Feb 2012 (#)
This is an excerpt from the Universe of God: The Chronicles of The Angels. This is stuff that the church doesn't talk about. This is about the rebellion in heaven. Though the story is fiction, the precepts are true. This is a scene that happened after the birth of evil. It is in the Apocrypha and the lost books, which the traditional church doesn't recognize. But this segment is fiction, but is based on the writing in the uncanonized scriptures.
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